38. Pepper
THIRTY-EIGHT
PEPPER
The vibrator was relentless.
My voice crescendoed beneath the merciless pleasure being forced on me. It was too much. I’d never experienced anything like this before, didn’t even think it was possible. I was constantly on the edge of coming, unable to turn away from it, unable to escape.
I was exactly where he wanted me to be.
Oh god, oh god. There was no rest. Even after two orgasms, the wand kept me on the cliff, all of my muscles tensing as the build up started again.
I was a slave to the pleasure, completely submitting to Salt.
The ropes squeezed my body. A never-ending pressure that made me feel like I was being held. I was grounded in the safety of them.
Salt’s tongue swept over my nipples, drawing another moan for me.
I couldn't hear him. I couldn't see him. I desperately wanted to.
But in the darkness, I could only feel myself and him. It was scary, but I knew I wasn't alone. I knew he was here with me. He would never let me go, would never leave.
Falling, falling, falling. Deeper down into the pleasurable darkness,every part of me consumed by flames.
My breaths shortened into pants. His calloused palms were rough over my hips, sliding over my skin and sending shockwaves of need through me.
Finally, he released the vibrator, allowing a few moments of relief. It still vibrated against my pussy, but wasn't as intense as before with his added pressure.
“I want to see you. Please. I want to see you so bad,” I begged.
All I received was a pinch. The pain bolted through me, dragging out a whimper.
But then his touch left me. I sucked in a breath, listening even though I couldn't hear anything. “Salt,” I cried. “Where are you going? Don't leave me.”
For a moment, full panic set in. The realization that he could leave me if he wanted to. He could leave me tied up like this all night, long, with a vibrator against my pussy until it was completely raw.
Until every last drop of pleasure was squeezed out of my body.
I blinked, opening my eyes only to see nothing but the black silk he’d put around my head.
“Salt!” I yelled. “Please. Please don't leave me. Please. Fuck, I need you.”
My nerve endings sizzled. Every wave of pleasure was growing more and more intense.
Begging became too easy. I whimpered again, torn between fear and lust.
“Please, please, please,” I whispered.
My orgasms belong to him. Everything belonged to him. He owned my body, my pussy, my mind, my heart.
I wasn't sure how many times I said please. I lost count. I kept saying it until my voice became ragged. The panic continued to grow, my entire body searching for his presence. I just needed him. I just needed to know he was here.
Please, please, please, please.
Fingertips brushed my hip and I gasped in relief. Strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me against him as his hand came to rest around my throat.
The relief that flooded me was so intense, a third as orgasm engulfed me. He squeezed the sides of my throat, taking my breath as I came again, my back arching as much as it possibly could while being tied this way.
The headphones lifted slowly, and I let out a soft sob. “I didn't know where you went. You left me. You fucking left me.”
“I never left you.” His voice was deep and delicious, wrapping me in a blanket of warm comfort. He kissed the side of my neck, his hold turning gentle. He was hugging me, I realized. “I will never leave you, Pepper. I told you that you're safe with me. Don't you remember that?”
Tears spilled over as he pulled my blindfold free. I blinked a few times as my eyes adjusted to the light. Everything was much brighter now, I felt as if I were coming up from under the surface of a raging river.
He gripped my hips and then he slowly lowered to the floor behind me.
What is he going to do to me? I bit my tongue, a thrill rolling through me. My eyes fluttered as pleasure continued to batter me, the vibrator turning my pussy into a live wire.
“Fuck,” I gasped.
Every muscle froze as I felt his tongue against my asshole.
“Salt,” I gasped. “Not there.”
“Why not?” he asked. “Your body belongs to me. It’s time I use every hole properly.”
My mouth dropped. I’d never been fucked there. His tongue rimmed me, gently probing as the vibrator continued.
He slapped my ass cheek. “Stop resisting. You're here until I let you go, so you might as well give in.”
He had a point. I wasn't going anywhere.
I relaxed, forcing myself to melt into the ropes that cradled me. I let my head fall forward, looking down at myself. I could see the bite marks on my breasts, the bruising on my thighs, the vibrator tied against my pussy. The ropes were going to leave marks too, and I couldn't wait to see what I looked like in a mirror when he was done with me tonight.
“That’s right,” he rasped between licks. “You’re finally getting it, aren’t you? What are you right now?”
“Yours.” Any coherent thoughts were drifting away. “Your… toy.”
“Yes. My fuck toy. Mine.”
My throat was dry. My eyes shut as everything drifted away. This time, my mind wrapped around the sensations flowing through me. I loved the way he gripped my ass cheeks, how the rough rope dug into my flesh, the constant thrum of the vibrator, and the stretch of my muscles from being suspended in the air.
I wasn’t me. I wasn’t anything, just his.
A flash of pain interrupted the pleasure. I realized after a second that he'd bit my asscheek. He sunk his teeth in harder, until I was writhing and jerking, begging him to stop. But I didn't actually want him to stop. I didn't want him to make it end. In fact, I wanted to tell him to take everything he wanted. I wanted to be used.
His tongue circled over the bite, soothing the pain.
My breath hitched as I heard a cap and then the coolness of lube being applied to me. I wasn’t sure when he’d grabbed more things to tease me with, it could have been at any moment. My head was swimming, on cloud nine as I sank further and further into blissful subspace.
Something cool pressed against my ass. “What is that?” I rasped.
“It’s a plug. A small one,” he said. “It has a jewel on the end. I want to put it into you and then fuck you.”
“Oh,” I rasped.
He took everything slow. My eyes slowly shut as I focused on the sensations, the slight discomfort of being used there. The ring of muscles slowly accepted the plug, my mind actively reminding my body to relax and trust.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “Fuck. You look so beautiful like this, Pepper. We’re almost there.”
He kept talking me through it in soft tones, his voice hypnotizing. Finally, I realized I’d taken all of it. The jeweled plug filled my ass in a way I’d never felt before.
Then, I felt his fingers against my pussy, dipping inside me.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned.
I took him with ease, his fingers brushing against my G-spot. The spot he always found with confidence and knew how to tease so well. I was so incredibly wet.
“I feel so full,” I whimpered.
“Do you like it?”
“ Yes .”
With the vibrator, everything was a thousand times more intense. My nerves popped and snapped, every part of me drowning in the sensations.
The mounting pressure was different this time. Every time his finger circled my G-spot, the pressure grew and grew. I recognized the same feeling I'd had the first night he and I were together.
“Salt,” I gasped. “I might squirt. Stop before I squirt.”
“We're not stopping,” he said. “Not stopping for anything. Let your body do what it needs to do.”
“Salt,” I cried. My cheeks flamed. “I don't want everything to get ruined.”
His palm slapped my ass. “ Come ,” he demanded.
There was no possible way I could come a fourth time. Right? There was no way, and yet every muscle started to tremble as the pressure grew again.
He maintained the rhythm, never faltering, never stopping.
A sob left me. I was shattering, my mind overwhelmed.
I loved it.
My voice cracked as I cried his name, begging him to stop. I knew he wouldn’t. I didn’t want him to.
This time when I came, my entire body seemed to go with it. This was the closest I’d ever get to heaven. Liquid gushed from me, dripping to the floor, squirting everywhere. Salt thrust his fingers into me faster, sending my body into a frenzy. Am I screaming? I wasn’t sure of anything except my hellish climax.
This was the type of pleasure I’d been missing out on my entire life.
My body went limp, everything floating… drifting … My pussy was raw, my throat parched, every muscle spent. The vibrations stopped as tears rolled down my cheeks.
“Good girl,” Salt purred. “You did so well for me. You’re so pretty when you’re my little mess, baby. I love seeing you like this.”
I heard his words and smiled, but that was all I could do.
“Let’s get you out of these ropes.”
I whined as I felt the tug of them. My eyes drifted open and then closed, catching glimpses of him as he untied me—glimpses of the dark roses that inked his neck and the thorns that trailed down his chest.
This was my church. This was where I’d kneel. His eyes were stained glass windows, his body a temple, and he was a god I wanted to worship. A kinder god than the one I’d been raised to love.
His arms cradled me as I was lowered to the floor. I smiled up at him, watching as his brows knit together.
He always did that when he was worried. Always broody. Always thinking.
I wondered what that scowl would look like in twenty years. What would he be like? What would we be like?
“Baby,” he murmured, his lips brushing my forehead. “Talk to me. You’re being quiet right now.”
“I feel so good,” I croaked. “I feel drunk.”
“It’s the endorphins.”
The last of the ropes fell from my body and I raised my head, looking down at myself. Red marks wrapped around me, just like the thorns that wrapped around him.
He brushed his fingertips over them, tracing as he hummed. “You’re going to have marks.”
“I love them.”
His scowl deepened. “Maybe we should have talked more about leaving marks because you have that awards show?—”
“I don’t care about anything else right now. I just want you. I’m yours.” I reached up, placing my hand against his cheek. “I’m all yours.”
“They’ll talk,” he whispered.
“Then let them fucking talk.”
Salt paused, but then flashed me a dark look. “I like it when you’re like this. When you don’t care what they think or say.”
He scooped me into his arms, his muscles hard as he held me against his bare chest. I tucked my face against his neck as he carried me through the house to his bedroom. The sheets felt warm against my skin as he laid me down in the center, his hands holding my face.
“Mmm, look at you,” he chuckled. “You have this stupid look on your face right now. I love it.”
I leaned up and kissed him. It was a soft kiss. A butterfly kiss. But then, it deepened, exploding to a corrosive, needy devouring.
This is where I belong.
This is where I always want to be.