Chapter 15 #2
‘I mean, you’re sporting a log in your trousers, so I’m not sure you should be judging.’ I couldn’t help but sass him. I’d never been confronted with my own wetness before.
‘I like it, brat. All the more for me to devour.’
Good. Lord.
He was going to make me come with his words before I ever got to feel his tongue if he didn’t hurry up.
The rope bit into my thighs as he secured them against the arms of the chair, the rope disappearing to the feet before being cinched tight.
I couldn’t move my thighs an inch. Open, displayed and completely at his mercy.
‘I’ve dreamt about seeing you like this,’ he murmured, kneeling in front of me and grazing his lips over my inner thighs as he spoke. ‘Use your words if you need to. Breathe when I tell you. And rest that clever mouth or I’ll torture you with mine.’
‘Isn’t that what you’re going to do anyway?’
‘It is. But I can make you stay like this for hours, taking you to the edge again and again against my tongue and never letting you have satisfaction.’
He wouldn’t…
But the devious glint in his eye told me he would if he wanted to, and while the idea actually had me curious, I was far too needy to cope with that.
‘You don’t like brats?’ I asked as he pressed his stomach against my heat and cupped my face.
‘I fucking love them. Dealing with them can be quite fun. Mostly for me, though.’
Owen kissed me with a heat that had me desperate.
He tipped my face to give himself more access to my mouth, groaning as the kiss went from commanding to lust-hazed.
His stomach ground against me, sending flutters of pleasure into me with each movement.
By the time he broke the kiss, I was positively delirious with desire.
He knelt between my legs, his fingers skimming over my legs, around my hips and up to my nipples. Again and again. It drove me crazy that he touched me everywhere but where I wanted it the most.
‘Please,’ I begged. ‘I need you there.’
‘Where?’ He met my gaze as he trailed his fingers between my thighs, skimming them every so gently over me. ‘Here?’
I nodded, letting out a strangled moan.
‘Tell me, Claire.’
‘Yes, I need you there.’
Owen tsked before positioning his fingers right at my entrance. ‘What you mean to say is, please, Sir, I need you inside my cunt.’
My face heated, yet I ached for him.
‘Please, Sir,’ I breathed. ‘I need you inside…my…’
Owen swirled his fingers around the entrance, and my body quaked.
‘Cunt,’ I whispered.
In a sharp movement, he thrust two of his thick fingers deep inside me, and from my position, I could see exactly how I looked splayed upon him.
‘Oh,’ I cried, my stomach tensing as pleasure unfurled deep inside me. I was too wound up. When he curled his fingers inside me, I lost control, shudders of pleasure ripping through me.
Owen’s brows lifted in surprise, but he adjusted quickly, pressing his other hand against my pubic bone and using his fingers inside me to drag out the orgasm.
The rope bit into my thighs, and I burst into tears.
‘Hey there,’ Owen soothed. ‘Talk to me.’
I felt ridiculous. Embarrassment swept through me, and I couldn’t even cower away from it.
‘Claire,’ Owen said, moving back up my body and focusing my eyes on his. ‘This only works if you talk to me.’
‘I just…’ I sniffed through the tears. ‘Really fucking wanted you to go down on me. And I ruined it.’
Owen laughed before kissing me. ‘Oh, Claire. I’m nowhere near close to being finished with you. You think I’m going to stop without getting my taste? Just because you had an orgasm? No, darling, that was just the appetiser.’
‘Most guys take that as a sign they can just come and get it over with.’
‘I’m not most guys.’ There was a growl to his voice that sent desire tumbling through me.
Without another word, he slid down my body and slid his tongue over my sensitive clit. He watched my reaction, smiling as I moaned.
‘You underestimate me, Claire. I don’t want to taste you just to get you to fuck me. I want to feel you fall apart against my tongue. To hear you scream my name. To make you come more times than you can count. I’m obsessed with your pleasure.’
The heat of his mouth had me gasping within minutes, each slide of his tongue sending waves flooding through me. I couldn’t writhe or pinch my legs closed, left utterly at his mercy.
‘You taste so fucking good,’ he groaned before thrusting his tongue deep inside me. Fascination riveted my eyes to his mouth as he sucked and licked at me, not daintily, but with unreserved desire.
When I came a second time, he didn’t let up, even when I cried out and a full orgasm stole over my body.
No, he simply added his fingers back into the mix, filling me with their thickness as he latched onto my clit.
‘Owen,’ I squeaked. ‘Holy shit.’
‘That’s it, darling, keep coming for me. Look how fucking delicious you are.’
His words only heightened the desire coursing through me. I lost track of anything but the intense sensations he wrought from between my thighs.
My wetness covered his chin by the time he demanded a third orgasm from me.
‘Please, Sir,’ I cried out.
‘What’s that? You need another finger?’ He pressed another into me, and I saw stars.
The ropes held me tight as I pushed my tied hands into his hair, grasping onto it as he pulled another orgasm from me.
I clamped down on his fingers and squirmed against his tongue, my cries coming out in choked noises.
I eventually begged for leniency. He looked up at me from his space against my engorged, red wetness.
‘Better?’ he murmured, thumb drawing small circles against me as I shuddered.
‘I don’t think I’ll be able to think clearly for the rest of the week.’ I sagged against the armchair, my body turning into sated jelly.
He rested his forehead against mine before kissing me, letting me taste myself on his lips.
‘Breathe, Claire.’
I did.
‘You were glorious,’ he said as he undid each knot with the same care he’d tied them. Pins and needles fizzed in my fingers.
‘Don’t you want a turn?’ I asked, grazing my untied fingers against the rock-solidness at the front of his trousers.
Owen grasped my wrist gently and brought it to his lips, where he kissed along the rope indents.
‘Not right now. It’s bathtime.’
And his denying his own pleasure made me crave it all the more.