Chapter Eighteen – Wren
Chapter Eighteen
Wren
I’m in the playroom at the back of the club. I stand before the table, trembling as I start undressing. Zeth is standing a few feet away, half in shadow, following my every movement with his black eyes.
I pull my t-shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor.
My breathing comes shallow, my heart pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat.
I unbutton my jeans and slide them down my legs, stepping out of them and kicking them aside.
Standing in just my bra and panties, I pause and meet his gaze.
His black eyes are locked on me, unblinking, and I can see the hunger in them, the raw want that makes my pussy clench and my nipples harden.
I reach behind and unhook my bra, letting it fall.
My breasts are exposed now, nipples already aching.
I hook my thumbs in my panties and slide them down, kicking them away with the rest of my clothes.
Now I’m completely naked, standing vulnerable before him, and the trembling intensifies.
It’s not fear, though, it’s anticipation, arousal, need…
We’re here, finally. We’ve resisted each other for so long, but we can’t deny the attraction anymore.
And I know this is strange. I know this is a dream, but it feels so real.
We’re together in my mind, in my body, and… It is real. All of it.
I’m thrilled by the way he’s staring at me, like he wants to devour me whole. His massive cock, fully erect, is evidence enough. Neither of us speaks. We’re both studying the other, taking in every inch of exposed skin, and if I’m breathing heavily right now, so is he.
Zeth steps out of the shadows, moving closer. His eyes travel over my body, taking in my breasts, my stomach, the curve of my hips, the triangle of dark red curls between my legs… His cock twitches as he looks at me, and I feel my core clench.
“Get on the table,” he says, his voice low and commanding.
The order sends a thrill up my spine. I turn to the leather-covered table, trying to figure out how to get on it without looking like an idiot.
It’s higher than I expected and awkward to climb.
I brace my hands on the edge and hoist myself up, one knee on the surface, then the other.
I’m scrambling, and I feel mortified that he can see everything as I struggle.
My pussy is completely exposed as I maneuver into position, and I know he’s watching every second of it.
I finally manage to lie back, and the leather is cold and soft against my bare skin. I bend my legs at the knees, feet flat on the table, and the position leaves me open and vulnerable in the most intimate way possible.
I feel wetness between my thighs and know I’m dripping already.
I can feel my own arousal sliding out of my pussy, slick and warm, and the cold air hits my folds and makes me shiver.
I stare up at the ceiling, trying to process what I’m feeling.
Excitement pulses through me, and my pussy throbs with need, clenching around nothing, but I’m also half ashamed at how easy it is to do this.
I’ve never been in this position with anyone before and never let anyone see me like this – every inch on display and every vulnerability visible.
He can see every imperfection, and I start shaking.
It’s not just that I’m feeling a bit shy at the moment, but the position is arousing in a way I didn’t expect.
I’m completely at his mercy, and I love it.
The anticipation of what he’ll do next is almost unbearable, and my breathing comes faster, my chest rising and falling rapidly.
Zeth approaches the table. He picks up one of the cuffs and attaches it around my left wrist but doesn’t tighten it too much.
I can tell that he doesn’t want to hurt me or leave marks.
He does the same with my right wrist, and both my arms are now restrained above my head.
Then he moves to my ankles, wrapping the cuffs around each one.
The position forces my legs to stay bent and open.
I can’t move, can’t close my legs, can’t bring my arms down, and can’t cover myself.
I’m completely helpless, and I could come from the thought alone.
“Are you all right?” he asks me. “If you want to stop, just say the word.”
I lift my head to meet his eyes.
“I’ve never been better. Just... do something. Anything.”
Zeth nods and begins touching me with his large, warm hands.
He starts with my face, fingers tracing along my cheekbones, then he brushes his thumb across my lips, and I part them.
He trails his hand down my throat, and I can feel my pulse racing under his touch.
He moves to my chest, palms spreading across my ribcage, and I arch slightly, pressing into his hands.
He cups my breasts, one in each palm, squeezing gently.
His thumbs find my nipples, rubbing over the hard peaks, and I gasp.
The sensation shoots straight to my core, making my pussy clench hard.
He pinches my nipples between thumb and forefinger, and I cry out.
The mix of pleasure and pain is perfect, and I can feel more wetness leaking from me.
I know I’m soaking the leather underneath me.
His hands travel down my stomach, fingers splaying across my skin. Every nerve ending feels electrified under his touch, like my whole body is wired to respond to him. He pauses just above where I need him most, and I lift my hips without thinking, silently begging.
I’ve never wanted anything more than I want his hands on my pussy right now. Part of me loves that he’s taking it slow, building the anticipation until I can barely stand it. But another part of me is frantic, wants him to touch me, fill me, fuck me now.
I’m craving him in a way I’ve never craved anyone before.
Zeth moves down, positioning himself between my spread thighs.
He kneels on the floor, bringing his face level with my pussy, and I lift my head with effort to look down at him.
The sight makes me moan out loud. His face is aligned with my most intimate place, and his black eyes stare up at me, holding my gaze.
He reaches up, his fingers finding my folds.
He starts massaging me gently, exploring my wetness, and his thumb circles my clit.
The pressure is perfect, and I arch my back, a moan tearing from my throat.
The chains attached to my cuffs rattle as I pull against them, and I love that all I can do is feel what he’s doing to me.
His fingers slide through my arousal, and then he brings them to his mouth. He licks them clean, and the sight brings me closer to the edge. He might not even need to do a lot to get me off. More wetness floods out of me, and his eyes dart down as he licks his lips.
“May I taste you?” he asks in a low growl.
“Yes. Please. Please... I beg you...”
Zeth lowers his head between my legs. His tongue makes first contact with my pussy, and I nearly sob.
The pleasure is so intense it’s almost painful.
I throw my head back against the table and close my eyes.
He starts licking me slowly, exploring every fold.
He laps at my entrance, tasting me thoroughly, then moves to my clit and circles it with the tip of his tongue.
I pull hard at the chains. My ankles pull too, but they’re secured tight.
I can’t move at all, and I’m completely at his mercy while he devours me.
His licking becomes more intense, his tongue moving faster, and he focuses on my clit, flicking and circling without mercy.
The pressure builds inside me, coiling tighter and tighter, and I’m making sounds I should be ashamed of.
Whimpers, cries, desperate moans that echo in the small room…
I can feel the orgasm building, and I know it’s going to be massive.
It hits me like a wave crashing over my entire body.
I go rigid, my back arching off the table, and I scream as pleasure explodes through my core.
My pussy spasms, clenching rhythmically, and then I feel liquid shooting out of me, flooding his mouth.
The sensation is unlike anything I’ve experienced before.
I’m coming in his mouth, my juices pouring out, and Zeth doesn’t pull away.
He keeps his mouth on me, swallowing, and the orgasm seems to last forever.
Wave after wave, until it finally starts to subside, and my body goes limp against the table.
I’m panting, trying to catch my breath. I lift my head to look down at him, and he’s still between my legs, grinning up at me. His mouth and chin are wet, and he swallows the last of my come, looking satisfied.
My face burns with embarrassment.
“I’ve never... I didn’t even know I could do that,” I blurt out.
“You’re delicious. I want to do this to you three times a day. Eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
His words send another jolt of arousal straight through me. Now I’m thinking about him eating me three times a day, and the thought is so hot I could come again just from imagining it.
Zeth pushes one finger inside me, and I let out a moan, but it’s not enough. I need more, I need to be filled completely.
“More. Please, I need more.” I’m begging again.
I watch as he stands up and takes his cock in his hand, pumping it slowly.
His fist slides up and down the length, and I’m fascinated.
I can’t look away. His cock twitches in his grip, growing even harder, and I see beads of dark precum gathering at the slit.
The color is darker than human cum, almost black, and my mouth waters at the sight.
“Do you want this?” he asks.
“Yes. God, yes.”
“Tell me how much you’ve dreamed about my cock.”
“You know... You’re in my mind. You know exactly how often I’ve imagined your cock buried inside me.”