Chapter 29
PIPER
The house is dark and quiet as Brody and I slip inside. It’s only nine, plenty of time before anyone else gets back.
The thought makes my mouth run dry with anticipation.
Brody grabs a couple of glasses of iced water, and we pad upstairs. My heart thumps as I take the gift bag and tip its contents onto the bed.
“Hmmm … what do we have here?” Brody asks, lifting two cellophane-wrapped packages.
Opening them, he pulls out a lilac leather eye mask and silky-soft lilac cuffs.
Our eyes meet, and I swallow at the smoldering power of his gaze. Holding the cuffs in one hand and the eye mask in the other, he raises an eyebrow in question.
“Yes,” I whisper. “To both.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs, and I suck in a breath as his words zing straight to my clit.
He makes short work of the other boxes, checking that everything’s pre-charged, then lays out the selection of colored silicone toys before me.
I have no clue how some of them work, but I can’t wait to learn. There’s one shaped like a rose, another that looks like a teardrop-shaped pebble, and a curved one I presume is for both inside and out. There’s also a pack of wipes and a bottle of lube.
“You can use them all,” I say, my voice breaking slightly.
He nods, and the air crackles between us. I don’t know what he’s going to do, but my pussy is screaming, Do everything! and my dress suddenly feels too tight to breathe.
Brody takes out a cleansing wipe and carefully cleans the toys, then lays them in a neat line across the bed.
“Are you ready, Piper?”
“Yes.”
“Yes …?”
“Sir,” I breathe out.
His nostrils flare slightly, and I swallow again, arousal humming through every cell. I’m so turned on right now, my panties are soaked through.
Brody stands, then lights the candles on the dresser and switches off the main light. The room fills with flame and shadow, his powerful form backlit by the colored lights outside.
He removes his black jacket and drapes it over the back of the chair. Then, facing me, he slowly and deliberately rolls up the sleeves of his white dress shirt.
I watch him hungrily, taking in his strong hands and his muscular forearms with their thick veins and dark hair. I want to lie back and surrender, to let him unleash all of that power onto me.
He loosens his bow tie, then pulls it off and tosses it onto the chair.
Walking to the closet, he takes out a clean towel and lays it across the bed.
“What … what’s that for?” I ask, my mind racing at a million miles an hour.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“If at any point something doesn’t feel good, or isn’t what you want, you tell me, okay?”
I nod.
“I mean it, Piper. Don’t wait. Tell me.”
“I promise.”
“Good. Now take off your dress.”
It’s got a long zipper down the back, so I turn around and hold my hair up so he can help.
The warmth of his breath ghosts across the back of my neck, raising goosebumps, but he doesn’t touch me, he just eases the zipper down. Shrugging the capped sleeves from my shoulders, I let the dress drop to the ground and step out of it.
His breath catches in his throat as I reveal the same lacy underwear set I wore a few days ago.
My hands go to the clasp, but then freeze when he says, “Stop. Keep them on.”
Desire floods through me, begging me to pull him on top of me, but I don’t move. I’m submitting to him, and nothing has ever felt so hot.
“Turn around,” he commands.
I do, my nipples hard and aching, poking through the lace of my bra and pointing directly where they want to go.
Brody’s eyes rake down my body, and I swear to God I feel the fire of his gaze burning through my skin.
His cock is tenting his dress pants, and the sight makes me even hotter for him. Knowing he wants me as much as I want him only amplifies my desire.
“On the bed,” he says. “On your back.”
I climb onto it, and he straddles me, attaching the cuffs to each wrist, then tying them together with the ribbons so they’re above my head. The whole time, he’s doing his best not to touch me, and it’s driving me wild.
Then he takes the blindfold and secures it on my face. I’m suddenly plunged into darkness, no light even coming in around the edges.
“Good girl,” he murmurs in my ear, then nips the lobe.
I gasp, angling my head toward his, but he’s already gone.
“You gonna stay still, Piper?”
I nod.
“You’re gonna take what I’m gonna give? Come as many times as I say? Beg me to finally fuck you? Scream my name when I do?”
“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, already.”
He taps the inside of my ankles. “Spread them, baby girl. Show me how wet you are.”
Spreading my legs wide, I’m rewarded by the sound of Brody’s ragged inhale.
“Such a pretty sight.”
His finger drags up the gusset of my panties, and I jump.
“Soaking.”
I twist, trying to get his finger to my clit, but then it disappears.
“Brody,” I whine.
“You’re gonna come when I say so,” he rumbles.
I pout. “But I need it now!”
He gives a dark chuckle. “I promise I won’t edge you for long, just enough to make it worth it.”
The bed shifts, and I can feel his warmth even though he still isn't touching me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs in my ear.
“So fucking hot. You think this is frustrating for you? You have no idea what it’s like for me.
My cock’s hard as fucking steel, and all I want is to suck on your sweet tits and thrust into your tight pussy until I’m so deep in you the whole world disappears. ”
I moan at his words, already so close to coming, my inner muscles clenching around nothing as I chase my orgasm.
“But I’m not gonna fuck you till you’re stratospheric. So lie still and let me take you there.”
“O-okay,” I manage, then bite my lower lip as if it might release some of the pent-up energy coiling inside me.
The bed moves again, and I hear the clinking of ice cubes.
“Wha—ah!” I cry as a single point of cold touches my nipple.
But before I can adjust to the sensation, Brody draws it into the wet heat of his mouth.
“Oh my God,” I moan. “Oh, my—”
My words break off as the ice cube rubs the tip of my other nipple, followed by the fire of Brody’s tongue.
Between the shock of the cold, the soothing warmth, and the scratch of lace against my hypersensitized flesh, I’m struggling to keep track of the feelings. My breath is coming faster and faster, my chest arching into his touch.
But then there’s a buzz on my inner thigh, and I nearly jump out of my skin.
“Don’t move,” Brody says, then lightly bites a nipple.
I let out an incoherent cry, my hips angling to get the buzz higher.
He moves it to my other leg, and I twist to follow.
“You gonna stay still?”
“I can’t!” I cry.
“Then I’ll help you.”
He bites my nipple again, almost making me come, then he’s gone. Fabric and heat press against my inner thighs, like he’s using his legs to keep mine braced apart.
The buzzing trails up one inner thigh, then the other, never quite getting high enough to where my pussy is begging for it.
Pinned beneath him, I can’t move as pleasure crackles across my skin like lightning. The orgasm hovers just out of reach, every cell screaming for release.
“Please. Please, Brody. I need to come,” I gasp.
“Hmmm …”
The vibe moves higher, teasing above and below my mound. My nerves fire and misfire, my body a chaos of pleasure and desperation. But I can’t move my hips or direct my pleasure. All I can do is submit to Brody.
His free hand comes to my right breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers, and electricity shoots straight to my clit.
“Yes! Oh, my go—”
Then he finally puts the vibe right there, and I shatter into a million pieces of light. The release shudders through me, even more powerful because I can’t move. Stars explode in the darkness behind the mask, a ringing in my ears almost as loud as my scream.
The climax keeps pulsing through me with the vibration of the toy on my clit. No vibe has ever felt like this. But then again, it’s one thing to fantasize about Brody when using a toy by myself, and quite another to have the man himself using one on me.
As I lie boneless on the covers, panting, my mind and body broken, the weight of his legs lifts. Then he takes my underwear off and spreads my legs again.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs right next to my pussy, and I’m hit with another jolt of pleasure.
“Please.”
He blows a stream of cool air across my clit, and I buck my hips, trying to meet his mouth.
“You want me to lick this sweet pussy?” he asks, his voice deep and husky. “Because you know I want to. I want to taste you on my tongue, feel you fall apart.”
“Yes!”
Just as I think he won’t, he gives my pussy an open-mouthed kiss, his tongue thrusting deep inside me.
“Oh my God, yes!”
He groans as he eats me out, as if he can’t get enough, and, hot on the heels of my first climax, another one barrels toward me.
But then he stops, leaving me panting and lost.
“Keep those legs spread for me, Piper. I’m gonna try something.”
I nod, my heart thumping in my chest, pleasure prickling across my skin.
There’s another buzzing sound, then he attaches a toy to my clit, and suddenly I’m racing so fast for the edge of the cliff I can’t even breathe.
His tongue thrusts back inside me as he turns the vibe up to eleven, and I’m gone.
The release shoots me through heaven and out the other side into an endless ocean of orgasms, each one building on the other until I don’t know how I’m still in one piece.
My pussy feels like a waterfall of light, like—holy shit, am I squirting?
But I can’t follow the thought because Brody’s mouth and the toy are gone, and now he’s easing another one inside me, already vibrating.
This must be the—oh my fucking God!
One end is buzzing inside me, and the other end is suctioned onto my clit like a horny octopus.
Brody’s free hand finds my breast, and the moment he tugs my nipple, I’m screaming once more, my pussy convulsing with another climax even more powerful than all the others I’ve just had.