Chapter 26 #2
It takes him moments to tie the silk around my eyes. I blink, trying to adjust to the darkness. His hands trail over my cheeks, my jaw, my lips.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs. “My wife.”
His rough fingertip trails down my neck, over my breast, my pebbled nipple, before he reaches my stomach. “One day, my baby will be in here.”
My eyes widen, not that he can tell. He’s just playing, I tell myself. Of course I’m not going to have his baby. This isn’t a real marriage. But god, the way he says it makes my whole body clench.
“Gotta have sex with me first,” I murmur.
“Maybe I should gag you too.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
He leans down and presses his mouth against my hip. “I can think of other ways to keep you quiet.”
His tongue circles against my skin, leaving a trail of fire I’m not sure the ocean could extinguish. Then he kisses his way down, along my hipbone, my thigh, before he pushes my legs open even more and kisses me there.
“Oh god,” I mutter, reaching down to run my fingers through his silky hair. If this is punishment, I want life without parole.
“Arms up,” he instructs. I immediately do as he asks. “Good girl,” he murmurs. And dammit, I clench.
“You come when I tell you. You don’t stop, you don’t push me away. Understood?”
“Yes.”
The word is barely out of my mouth before he licks hard against me. Finding my clit, sucking it, teasing it. I’m already so turned on, so sensitive to his touch. To the way his face scrapes against my inner thighs, the way his tongue flickers hard and soft until I’m on fire.
“West!” I arch my back off the bed, already so close.
But his big hands pin me to the mattress. “Be still,” he instructs, then he goes back to his work, his mouth relentless, his fingers deft as he pushes two inside of me, my body fluttering, clenching.
“I’m going to—”
“No.” He pulls his mouth away, and I let out a frustrated groan. He laughs, low and dangerous.
“Please,” I whisper, my hips lifting off the bed, seeking his mouth. Seeking friction. “Baby, please. I’m sorry…”
“Please what?” he growls.
“Please let me come.”
He hums, low and thoughtful, like he’s considering it. I imagine his face, somewhere between turned on and amused. He’s enjoying this. I can feel it in his lips, in his tongue, in the way his fingers are curled inside of me.
He likes making me squirm. And I’m taking my punishment like a champ.
“You don’t set the rules, sweetheart,” he tells me. “That’s not how this works.”
“I know,” I breathe.
“Then tell me. Who’s in charge here?”
“You are.”
“And who owns you?”
“You do,” I breathe.
“Good girl.”
Damn it, that almost sends me soaring. I’m a blindfolded cliché.
“West…”
“Hush. I’m looking at how pretty you are. All pink and flushed and desperate for me.”
I blush at the fact that I’m so exposed.
“Tell me how you’re feeling,” he murmurs.
“Turned on,” I mutter, because hello, needy wife here.
“I can see that, sweetheart.” He chuckles. “What else?”
Oh, so this is the plan. Make me say everything. All the things I didn’t tell him before.
“I’m feeling exposed. Raw. I’m worried that my body isn’t that pretty.
I’m scared that I’m going to come whether you touch me or not and that you’ll punish me if I do.
” The words tumble out. “I’m scared because I love this way too much.
I love it when you call me a good girl and I’m pretty sure my feminism card is going to be revoked. ”
“You have such an interesting brain, do you know that?” he asks softly, kissing my thigh again. “And don’t ever think your body isn’t perfect.” He trails his finger along it and I gasp. “It’s so damn beautiful I want a painting of it on my wall.”
“Like The Cunt of Monte Cristo,” I mutter.
I feel the rumble of his laugh against my skin. And before I can point out that, ahem, I’m very, very close, his mouth envelops me, making the pleasure shoot through me.
“You can come,” he murmurs, and then he slides his fingers inside of me, his tongue circling until I shatter into a thousand pieces.
I arch my back, screaming out his name, and not once does he relent.
Even when I’m coming down, he’s devouring me, seeking out the pleasure, until I’m a sweaty mess on the bed.
“I—” I try to sit up.
“We’re not done,” he tells me, pushing me back down.
He doesn’t stop. His tongue is merciless, teasing me until I’m reaching the heights again, forcing my over-stimulated body into overdrive.
I clutch the sheets, muttering something unintelligible as he pushes me into a second orgasm, my breath shattering as I call out his name.
“God, West…”
“Still not done.”
That’s when I realize that these orgasms are my punishment. He drags his mouth away, only to replace it with his fingers. The rough pad circling my sensitive flesh. Then I hear the sound of a drawer opening.
And an insistent buzz.
Not the vibrator. “I don’t… West…”
“Do you trust me?” he asks again.
“Yes.” My voice cracks, but it’s still the truth.
“Then hush.” He pushes the vibrator inside of me, like he knows how much I need to be filled. It’s too much and it isn’t enough. My third orgasm is hard, fast, and I pulse so hard around the vibrator I think I might break it.
But it isn’t him. I need him.
“Please…”
“Please what?” His voice is a rasp. Like he’s enjoying this as much as I am.
“I want you inside of me.”
“Not yet.” He doesn’t relent. The vibrator hums as his mouth lowers to my clit. Then I feel his finger, soft but insistent, circling around my behind.
My eyes are so wide behind the mask I’m not sure there’s any moisture left in them.
“West!” Oh god, it feels so naughty. And so good. He’s gentle, he doesn’t push his way inside. He just circles, teasing me, claiming me.
“You’re mine everywhere,” he tells me, his breath hot against my aching body. “And you’re going to take everything I give you. Like a good girl.”
His words alone unravel me. My body convulses, the vibrator humming deep inside of me as his mouth sucks at my clit. My fourth orgasm rips through me like a tornado, pulling me apart, leaving pieces of me everywhere.
“One more.”
“I can’t. West. I just…”
“For me,” he says, his voice soft as cotton. “Come on, sweetheart. Just one more.”
The way he says it, so gently, like he needs this, breaks me.
He licks softly this time, like he knows how overstimulated I am.
That I need gentle. I need kind. And god, he’s that too.
His mouth caresses, his tongue soothes, and suddenly I feel the pleasure coiling like it’s rising from deep inside of me, slow and unstoppable.
The orgasm rolls through me. Not sharp this time. Slow and endless. A wave that doesn’t ebb, a tide that doesn’t flow. I let out a low, aching keen as he kisses his way up my body.
Then takes my mouth with his.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, kissing me once. “So perfect.” Another kiss. “All mine. My beautiful wife. Damn, I can’t stop needing you.”
I feel the heavy press of him against my thigh. Hot, thick, and so stupidly hard. I can’t help the way my hips lift, searching for him, needing him.
“Please,” I whisper. My voice is ragged, pleading. “West, I need you inside of me.”
His forehead presses against mine, his breath rough and reverent. “God,” he rasps. “You undo me.”
He presses at my entrance, slick and ready. My body clenches in anticipation, my thighs parting wide for him. I need this. I need him.
“Oh,” I breathe, the blindfold heightening every other sense. “Let me see you. Please, West. Now.”