Chapter 18
EIGHTEEN
Paxton
I continue to stare at Hartford, still recovering from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced and the shock of her being the one to give it to me. There’s no doubt that I’m going to keep this going as long as humanly possible, so when I say she might be rewarded, I mean she will be.
Her wide eyes stare at me as I stand and tuck myself away. “Don’t move.”
“Yes, Sir,” she says, nodding her head.
Listening to her call me Sir is doing something to me. Turns me on even more. Makes my heart beat a little faster. Harder. Turns me into some sort of wild beast.
On the back wall, there’s a shelf with all types of sex toys. A shiny pair of handcuffs catches my eye and I grin. I’ve been wanting to see her back in cuffs since the day she had an allergic reaction to the feather.
I snag the handcuffs and walk back to her, ignoring all the other couples. Right now, it feels like it’s just Hartford and me in this room.
When I step up to her, she keeps her head down. It’s sexy as hell watching her submit to me. Not something I thought I’d find so fucking erotic, but I do.
“Look at me,” She complies and lifts her head.
“good girl. Now, I want you to sit on the chair and put your hands above your head.” The red fabric chair has dark wood on the arms and on the top of its high back.
Fortunately for me, the wood on the top has a gap, just enough where I can have her hands securely handcuffed above her.
Once she lifts her hands, I make quick work of slipping the handcuffs through the gap and clicking them around each wrist. When I step back and stare at her in this position, my dick hardens.
Her breathing’s heavy, her cheeks are tinged pink, and her eyes are wild with excitement. It’s a stunning sight.
“Damn, Hart, you look fucking incredible. I’ve been wanting you back in handcuffs so I could do what I wanted to do the last time.
” I lower to my knees and run my hands up her thighs, over her tits, and up her arms. I reach her wrists and trace my finger around the cuffs.
“Sexiest bracelets I’ve ever seen you wear. ”
She smiles and the intense heat in her eyes could set my body on fire. She’s ready.
I cup her tits over her dress and rub my thumbs over her hard nipples.
“Yes,” she breathes out.
“I’m going to take your panties off. I’m going to slide them down your incredible legs and push your legs open as wide as possible.
” I pinch her nipples and she lets out a moan.
She’s so damn responsive to my touch. It’s unreal.
“After that, I’m going to push your dress up and expose your pussy to me.
Only me. If I’m right, it’s going to be dripping wet and ready for my mouth. ”
Her brown eyes are wide, but not with fear. They’re wide with desire. She tries to move her arms, but the handcuffs bang against the wood. Her eyes search mine as she pokes her tongue out to wet her lips. “Please, Sir.”
I grin as I do exactly what I told her I was going to do. Once her panties are off, I slip them into my pocket and see Hartford’s bare pussy for the first time.
I’ve heard people say they’ve seen heaven in a near-death experience. I’m full of life, but I have no doubt that I am staring at my heaven.
“Fuck, Hartford,” I rasp, unable to pull my gaze away.
She’s perfect.
I push my hands against her knees, ensuring her legs can’t close, and place soft kisses on her inner thighs as I work my way up. Her soft sounds of approval are music to my ears as I take my time reaching the promised land.
When I get there, I lick slowly up to her clit, as her sweet taste coats my tongue.
“Oh god.” She moans, her hips bucking against my face.
I hum against her, causing vibrations to run up her body. As she groans, I lose all control. I lick and suck on her pussy as if it’s my last meal.
Her taste is as sweet as she is and I’m now addicted to it. I flick my tongue against her sensitive clit and the handcuffs bang against the wood again. It spurs me on and I feast on her. Licking, sucking, nipping.
I’m desperate to make her come.
“Paxton, I mean, Sir, don’t stop,” she cries out.
I grin at the correction, and it drives me wild. Maddening. Completely insane. She’s more than I ever expected and everything I’ve ever wanted.
Like I fucking crave her.
I want to tattoo her name across my chest, and carve her name with a knife into my skin. I want to savagely crush any man whoever looks her way ever again.
Fuck.
Her hips move against my face as I continue to push her closer and closer to the edge. Her moans get longer and louder, and her pussy becomes drenched as I continue my assault. My pulse races as I lick at her fast and hard.
I wrap my lips around her and suck on her clit, causing her to scream out as I hear those handcuffs rattling against the wood.
“I’m so close. Sir, make me come,” she pants out.
I nibble on her clit gently before I frantically lash against it with my tongue. Her cries of pleasure are all I hear and it’s fucking beautiful. My fingers dig harder into her knees as I suck on her clit.
“Yes,” she screams as her release rips through her.
I continue licking at her, taking everything she’s got to give. Her taste invades my mouth, and I shake with her because the intensity of the entire situation is otherworldly.
Once her cries subside and I’ve licked every drop, I lift my head and gaze up at her.
My heart slams against my chest when I see the look of absolute euphoria. Her eyes connect with mine, and I don’t know what it is, but something emotional and intense squeezes my chest.
“Fuck, Hartford, you’re incredible.” I move up her body and grin when my lips are a whisper away from hers.
“You taste delicious.” I press my lips against hers as my hands squeeze her thighs.
Our tongues tangle together and she moans, tasting herself.
The handcuffs rattle above us and I find immense pleasure in the sound.
That she wants to move her hands to touch me and she can’t—fuck, it’s a turn on.
I break the kiss and lean my forehead against hers, letting out a sigh. “Fucking amazing, Hartford.”
“That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.”
I pull back just enough to gaze into her eyes and tilt my head. “It was, huh?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I cup her blushing cheeks and run my thumb across her soft lips. “That was just my mouth,” I breathe out.
Her eyes briefly close as a sigh escapes her.
“Imagine what my big cock would do.”
“Fuck.” She visibly swallows.
“You like that thought, don’t you? You’re now wondering how it would feel. How intense that orgasm would be. Right?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.
I don’t know what we do from here, but every part of me wants to drag her out of here and finish this in my bed. I want to strip her down and show her what it would feel like to have my dick buried deep inside her.
Not willing to risk losing what is happening between us, I go for it.
“Is that what you want, Hartford? Because all you need to do is ask and it’ll fucking happen.”
Her eyes search mine as I silently plead with her to say yes.
Say yes, Hartford.
No more regrets.