Chapter 35 #2
“Take your fucking clothes off, Rebel,” he growls.
Heat rushes through me. I kick off my shoes and shed my jacket at the same time, tossing it off to the side, then begin ripping off my pants. He places a hand on my arm, stopping me before I can even get them over my hips.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he tsks, rounding my body. The bulge in his pants presses against my ass, and my breath catches as he leans in and speaks low into my ear. “Nice and slow, mi amor. There’s no rush here . . . except for the one I’m gonna give you.”
Swallowing hard, I sway my hips in slow motion, shifting my jeans down until they drop to my feet. I kick them away, then do the same with my panties.
“That’s my good girl.”
He jerks his chin up and makes a motion with his pointer finger for me to remove my shirt. It lands next to the door.
With my clothes scattered on the floor, Sean’s gaze roams over my body, and my stomach flips.
“You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
Looping the belt around my neck, his eyes hold mine hostage. He smirks as he threads the leather through the metal buckle, then yanks the end of the belt like a leash, pulling me to him. I collide into his chest with a gasp.
“I could give you what you want right now, but where’s the fun in that?
” he taunts, running a fingertip along the side of my face.
“No. I’m going to take my time. Enjoy every second of driving you out of your goddamn mind.
When I’m done, you’ll be completely wrecked.
The only thing you’ll be capable of doing is whimpering my name. Now, come.”
He pulls the belt, leading me to our room, and I follow behind him like his obedient whore. I catch a glimpse of the chains lying on the bed and a ball of nerves flutters in my stomach.
“W-what’s that?” I manage to ask.
“What?” He picks up the hockey stick lying on the bed. “This?”
A long chain is secured to each end, and dangling from the chain, on either side of the stick, are leather cuffs clipped to the links. “This is what I like to call a spreader bar. You know . . . in case you try to squirm.”
Wait. He made that?
Sean undoes the belt around my neck, and it falls to the floor. “Lay down.”
I do as he says with my legs bent at the knee. He climbs onto the bed and kneels at my feet, peeling my legs apart.
“Such a pretty fucking pussy.”
My breaths come in short puffs, and my chest rises and falls in rapid succession as the leather cuffs graze my skin and tighten around each ankle.
Heat radiates off his body as he hovers over me.
With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he picks up the chain laying by my head and takes each of my wrists, binding them in another set of leather cuffs before linking the chain they’re attached to onto a hook screwed into the top of our headboard.
A silk black mask slides over my eyes, and everything goes dark.
“It’s really frustrating when you can’t see what’s coming,” he says, pressing something to my lips.
“Open,” he commands, slipping a gag into my mouth. “It’s also frustrating when you feel like you can’t speak.”
The bed dips, and as the drawer next to me opens, I lie there, trembling in anticipation for what might come next.
The mattress dips again, then something sharp rolls along the inside of my thighs to my pelvis .
. . up the side of my ribs . . . back down the center of my chest to my navel, pricking my skin and leaving a tingling sensation in its wake.
Biting down on the ball gag, I try to press my thighs together.
Sean laughs softly under his breath. “This is how you made me feel for months . . . bound and helpless but craving fucking more. Not knowing what to say or do. Hurt and feeling good at the same time . . .”
The sharp bite of the pinwheel stops, then ice clinks against a glass.
“Pain . . .”
I jolt, screaming around the gag.
Ah. Ssss. Hot wax. Fuck me. Goddamn.
“And pleasure.”
His lips skim my stomach as the ice in his mouth soothes the burn.
Deprived of sight, every touch, every sound, every single sensation is magnified. Fire spreads throughout my lungs, and I have to force myself to breathe.
“You like testing limits, but you’re still a very good girl, aren’t you, Rebel?”
A light buzzing sound fills the room, then a vibrator presses against my clit.
“Mmm-hmm,” I whimper, nodding my head.
“And what do good girls get?”
“Mmphded.” My back bows off the bed.
He chuckles softly under his breath. “What was that?”
“Mmphded.”
My eyes squeeze tight. Tension builds. The beginning of a climax approaches, climbing higher and higher, and just as I’m about to fall over the edge, the vibration stops.
“Sorry, that was the wrong answer.”
Fucking bastard.
Sean waits until I come all the way down, then the vibration starts again, and right as I’m about to come undone, the vibration stops. It’s complete torture. I’m going out of my fucking mind.
“You look so damn pretty chained up and whimpering.”
The torture continues, but this time with his mouth and fingers.
The blindfold is wet with tears, I’m worn out and depleted of energy, and tremors wrack my body.
Even though I don’t know how much more I can take, I don’t give him the hand signal to stop.
Chains clink as the leather cuffs slide from my ankles, then he removes the gag from my mouth.
“The blindfold stays on. I don’t want you to see; I want you to feel.” He hitches my thigh up on his hip and runs his dick along the seam of my pussy. “And I want to hear you screaming my name while I fuck you.”
“Sean,” I cry out as he pushes inside me.
Fuck, even as wet as I am, his dick nearly splits me in two. He waits until I’m acclimated, then begins to move in a delicious rhythm.
“Mmm,” I moan, every single stroke taking me higher and higher.
He sighs, and that sigh nearly pushes me over the edge.
I love how vocal he is. The grunts. The gasps. The sighs. How he moans. The dirty words that fly from his mouth. All of it unravels the fuck out of me. I hold out as long as I can, waiting for his permission.
“Ahh . . . Sean . . . please,” I beg.
“Such a good girl . . . Such a good fucking girl.” Relief replaces frustration when he growls in my ear, “Come for me.”
The tension inside me snaps. My head spins. Stars burst behind my closed eyelids, then . . . I’m weightless. There’s no sound. No thoughts. Only euphoria.
The cuffs slide off my wrists, and with dead weight, my arms drop to the bed. It isn’t until I feel hot water hit my skin that I realize I’m in his arms, and he’s removed the blindfold.
I sit in his lap, bath water lapping over us as he cradles me to him, combing through my hair and kissing my temple. “You okay, baby? Did I push you too hard?”
Unable to speak, I shake my head no. He never pushes me past my limits; I’m just wiped out. I love when he takes control. I don’t have to think, only feel. And this man . . . My God, this man . . . makes me feel everything.