19 | Bon appétit
19 | bon appétit
CARA
I was barely alive when I came for the eighth time. William had inserted a butt plug into me two climaxes ago, and its presence triggered orgasms more formidable than any I’d experienced before. My muscles spasmed around it as I panted loudly, struggling to bear the fullness of having his dick in the adjacent hole.
He eased out of me slowly, wiping a layer of sweat off his forehead. ‘How many, Cara?’
I didn’t answer – I couldn’t find my voice. I was exhausted. All other thoughts disappeared as I devoted all my concentration to enduring this.
William rolled me onto my stomach and spanked my arse, the sharp sting burning into my skin. I yelped, my muscles contracting around the butt plug.
‘How many, Cara?’
I took a deep breath, finally mustering the strength to croak out, ‘E-eight.’
‘That’s right, eight. Two more to go,’ he purred, smoothing his hand over the spot he’d just struck. ‘But before we continue…’
His fingers moved down my back, nimbly unfastening the bustier. When it came undone, I felt him shift, then I heard the key click into the handcuffs. Was he finally going to free me? It made no difference; I was still immobilised by my own exhaustion. I lay completely still, feeling more like an inanimate doll than a living person, as he removed my lingerie piece by piece. When I was completely naked, he fastened the handcuffs again. I didn’t react; it still made no difference.
‘While you’re absolutely breathtaking in lingerie, nothing beats the view of you naked,’ William said, grabbing my arm and turning me onto my back. He sat back on his heels, his eyes feasting on every inch of me. Light as a feather, he traced the shape of my breasts with his forefinger.
I closed my eyes, feeling my vagina throb and pulsate. My heart might as well have relocated to it. I dreaded sitting tomorrow, and even walking. I was going to be terribly sore after this, and I still had two more to go. The thought alone made me emit a tearless sob.
‘I’ll be right back.’ William hopped out of the bed, still full of energy. I watched him stride out of the bedroom and into the living room, his movements brisk and purposeful. I didn’t ask what he was up to. I was simply grateful for a moment’s reprieve and silently hoped it would be long enough for me to recover.
I was almost asleep when the mattress sank under his returning weight. The sensation of something ice-cold suddenly landing on my left nipple jolted me fully awake. Gasping, I opened my eyes and found him dragging a spoonful of raspberry sorbet across my breasts.
‘Time for dessert,’ he said with a mischievous smile, scooping up another spoonful from the container. I stared at him with disbelief, my lips parted. Chuckling, he guided the spoon to my gaping mouth, inserting it effortlessly. The bittersweet flavour exploded on my tongue. It was delicious. Had he really made it himself?
‘You look like your blood sugar is running low,’ he teased. ‘I hope you don’t mind – I didn’t bring a bowl. It’s been a fantasy of mine to use your body as a plate for quite some time.’
I arched my brows. ‘You’ve really taken “food for thought” to a new level.’
He laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners. ‘I wasn’t sure which flavour you’d prefer, but raspberry sorbet is my personal favourite. It’s not too sweet and has a refreshing tang – a lot like you. I’ve got dark chocolate, too, if you’d rather have that. Then again, since I’ll be doing most of the… licking,’ his lips bent in a devilish grin, ‘it’s only fair I get to choose the flavour.’
I merely blinked, struggling to process that this was truly happening.
Transfixed, I watched as he drew a trail of sorbet down the centre of my torso. My skin flexed beneath the cold spoon, the icy touch making my nerves come alive, the chill so intense it felt like fire. When he reached my navel, he placed another spoonful there, then continued his work, drawing a line of cold down to just before the apex of my thighs. Then he covered my throat, my thighs, my shins… The only place he left alone was my clit and folds.
Once he was done, he set the sorbet and spoon on his nightstand and climbed over me. A wicked smile was on his face, his eyes gleaming with such ravenous desire that it stole my breath.
‘ Bon appétit ,’ he murmured, then descended to the trail of sorbet he had left on my throat. His warm tongue traced the path, spreading heat over my racing pulse. The sensation overwhelmed me, and I shuddered under his touch.
‘Mmm. Cara and raspberry is easily my new favourite flavour.’ He raised his head, leaving a soft, tender kiss on my mouth.
He took his quite literally sweet time with me, leisurely licking me clean. Every place his tongue went, my skin tingled in its wake, my heartbeat growing increasingly erratic. When the top part of my body was free of sorbet, he knelt between my legs and took my ankle in his hand, his tongue sliding up my shin toward my knee.
I breathed deeply, mentally preparing for what was coming.
His tongue slid further and further up my leg. As he trailed it along my inner thigh, an involuntary giggle escaped and I jerked away. His eyes shot to mine at once, and what I saw in them didn’t look too well for me.
‘Ticklish?’
‘No,’ I lied.
He narrowed his eyes and flicked his tongue across my sensitive skin once more. I tried to stifle the giggle, but the muffled sound was all he needed to hear.
‘Oh, Cara.’ He smiled against my thigh, running the tip of his nose across it. ‘Duly noted.’
Damn it.
His laughter was low and villainous as his tongue glided closer and closer to my slit. Just before he reached it, the wind of his breath spread across me. I pressed my lips together, my body tensing with anticipation.
He paused there, hovering just above my skin, letting the tension build. His eyes met mine, a wicked glint in them, before he moved to my other leg. I shivered, both in relief and longing.
Slowly, he licked up my other shin, then my thigh, sending shivers down my spine. His touch was light and teasing, drawing out every moment, every sensation. Just when I thought I couldn’t bear it any longer, his tongue swept up the last traces of sorbet from my inner thigh.
‘Looks like I’ve missed a spot,’ he said with a smirk, his eyes landing on my soaked slit. ‘Let’s make it a delectable nine, shall we?’ he purred, then dragged his tongue around my clit, circling it with a torturously light pressure. Every nerve ending attuned to the sensation, hungrily absorbing each exquisite lick.
I gritted my teeth, a groan slipping out. Just then, he took me with expert precision, sucking my clit without a trace of pity. His tongue spun around me in his mouth, the tension within me amplifying with each full circle.
I bucked my hips, trying to escape the torment, but he clasped my thighs and pinned me back down. I squirmed in his hold. In response, he dug his fingers into my hips so hard I was certain I would bruise. A whimper escaped me, my face twisting at the agonising pleasure. It simmered in my veins, quickly spreading all the way to my fingertips and toes, turning me rigid.
I couldn’t take anymore. The pleasure, the torment – it was too much. My breaths quickened, my heart beating furiously.
I cried out, the release crashing over me like an avalanche – slow at first, and then it gained momentum, growing stronger and bigger. I went limp, consumed by the overwhelming force. It swept me into a realm of pure bliss. Nothing else existed there, not even William. My mind went completely blank, lost in the sweet, exquisite ecstasy.
But I was kicked back to reality when William suddenly penetrated me, the power of his thrust hitting the butt plug inside me. Gasping at the fulfilment, I dug my nails into my palms, fisting my hands so hard they grew numb.
‘Shit, Cara,’ he groaned. ‘You’re clutching me so hard, throbbing like a fucking drum.’ He withdrew, only to flip me onto my stomach. Then he was atop me again, his knee prising my legs apart. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling it until I was forced to kneel. Still holding my hair, he rammed into me again, reaching so deep that I wailed his name.
Suddenly, I heard the vibrator. My breath caught, heart racing.
‘I say we go all in for number ten, darling,’ William said, his voice a low, velvet drawl. His arm snaked around me, bringing the vibrator to my clit.
The acute pleasure surged up my spine, and I went taut, squeezing my eyes shut.
‘Ah, no!’ I cried and flinched backward, momentarily forgetting that it would only push both him and the butt plug deeper into me. I gasped with shock and snapped forward again, but I was stopped by his grip on my hair.
I was shackled to him. There was no escape. He was everywhere, inside and out.
‘You’re not going anywhere,’ he said gruffly.
He withdrew, then slammed powerfully into me again, starting a punishing rhythm.
This was fucking unbearable. The intense judder of the vibrator blended with the torturous pleasure of his harsh thrusts, and each time he ploughed into me, the butt plug moved, stimulating the nerve endings in my other hole.
I couldn’t breathe anymore.
Not a single sound left my mouth as he panted behind me. Pulling my hair, he bent my neck and covered the slope of it with ravenous kisses. I started shuddering, barely able to contain him.
In and out. Again and again. And he reached so deep .
My muscles pressed down on him, every part of me screaming for release. Higher. Higher.
He let go of my hair, circling my waist with his arm. ‘Come for me, Cara,’ he commanded. ‘I’m right there with you.’
‘Fuck!’ I cried out, seeing tiny spots of silver shooting past my closed eyes.
‘That’s it,’ he moaned, then thrust so hard that I gasped, my climax erupting like a dam breaking. It swept through my body with violent force, flooding every single fibre of my being.
Dropping the vibrator, William caged me in his arms, holding me tightly as I turned limp, overcome by the magnitude of my formidable orgasm.
A long, deep groan rumbled from him as he carried on thrusting – so fast and deep and hard that I whimpered his name.
‘I’m coming,’ he panted, then slammed mercilessly into me one more time, spilling himself inside me. His arms tightened around me, pressing me against him as we heaved for air, both lost in a private paradise. Gradually, he relaxed his hold and let out a soft sigh, lowering me carefully and then bracing himself with his arms on either side of my frame.
‘How many, Cara?’ he said on a ragged breath and gently withdrew.
I couldn’t form a response. My thoughts were scattered, elusive. I was consumed by pure sensation, every nerve alight, drowning in the intensity. It felt like my heart was thumping between my legs; my vagina was totally beaten. Now that he was no longer inside me, it ached and burned and seemed oddly hollow.
William prodded the butt plug, making me wince. ‘How many?’
‘Ten.’ It was barely even a whisper.
‘Shall we try for twenty?’ I could hear his amusement loud and clear.
I didn’t reply – didn’t have the energy.
At my lack of response, he laughed and grabbed the butt plug, pulling it out and dropping it on the floor. ‘Maybe next time.’ Gripping my wrists, he unfastened the handcuffs and placed them on his nightstand. The mattress dipped under his weight as he collapsed next to me.
We lay there in silence for several minutes, recovering with our eyes closed. Each breath was slow and calming, the sweat gradually cooling on my body.
Eventually, William reached out, his fingertips barely skimming my skin. The sensation sent a jolt through me, but I was too spent to react fully.
‘Don’t touch me,’ I croaked, my voice rough with exhaustion. ‘I’m dead.’
He laughed quietly, defying my words as his entire palm glided tenderly down my damp back. ‘We need a wash.’
‘I am not moving. This bed shall be my coffin.’
He slipped out of the bed and padded into the bathroom, the sound of running water soon following. Returning, he circled the bed and clasped my ankles, tugging me gently toward him. Next, he slid his arms under my knees and back, lifting me effortlessly against his chest. Completely limp, I opened my eyes and met his gaze, the warmth there making my heart throb.
He carried me into the en-suite and lowered me carefully into the bath, ensuring I was comfortably settled. Then, with one last lingering look, he turned and left the room. As the steaming water gradually rose, I felt it seeping into my bones, soothing my battered body and restoring a measure of my strength. It was exactly what I needed.
My eyes drifted to the open door. William was taking off the bed sheets, and the sight warmed my heart. I loved that he didn’t adhere to traditional gender roles by shunning tasks like cleaning and cooking.
A smile tugged at my lips as I watched him put on a fresh sheet with meticulous care, smoothing out every crease until the fabric was perfectly taut. In that, he was strikingly similar to his brother.
I was still admiring him when he suddenly looked up, catching me in my spying. A crooked smile curved his mouth as he straightened from the bed, his eyes twinkling with affection.
‘For a second there, I worried you’d dozed off and slipped under,’ he said. ‘Glad to see you’re still alive. I wouldn’t know what to do with your corpse.’
I chuckled, turning away as I closed my eyes.
‘Much less what to do without you,’ he added softly.
My breath caught, eyes snapping open. Pure love coursed through my chest as his endearing words echoed in my mind.
Turning back to him, I said, ‘Come join me. The temperature’s lovely.’
‘In a moment.’
Waiting for him to finish, I felt my impatience mounting. When he finally did, he sauntered toward me and climbed into the bath, reclining behind me. He turned the tap off and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me gently against his chest. With my legs nestled between his beneath the water, I snuggled deeper into his embrace and exhaled, content.
‘We have the craziest sessions, Will,’ I murmured, closing my eyes. I heard his heart beating against my cheek, a steady rhythm that was more beautiful than any music.
‘Don’t worry, love. This won’t be the standard we set for ourselves. Next time, we’ll have lazy sex.’
I sighed softly, a smile playing on my lips. ‘That sounds lovely.’
‘Right after this bath,’ he added, his voice laced with playful mischief.
I tensed for a moment, then realised he was only teasing me. ‘Very funny.’
His laughter rumbled through his chest, vibrating against my head and back.
Reaching for the showerhead, he began to wash my hair, one hand shielding my eyes from the water. As he massaged shampoo into my scalp, his fingers worked magic, coaxing me into a state of near-sleep. Drool pooled at the corner of my mouth.
‘That feels incredible,’ I whispered, fighting to stay awake.
‘I aim to please,’ he replied, his voice low and soothing.
‘You’re succeeding.’
When we finished washing up, I was still too weak to stand; my legs trembled like jelly. William wrapped me in a towel with a smug smile on his face, then sat me on the edge of the bath. He went to the basin, prepared my toothbrush with toothpaste, and handed it to me, the simple act making me grin like an infatuated idiot.
After we had brushed our teeth, he lifted me into his arms and carried me back to bed, the freshly changed sheets feeling like paradise. He tucked me in, then snuggled up behind me, spooning me with a protective tenderness. Sleep quickly claimed me, William’s warmth and presence the last thing I felt before drifting into dreams .