35. Celine
Celine
My heart quickens with each second he stares at me. “You’ve already seen me play with myself in your office.”
“And I’ll never get tired of it,” he admits, returning to pulling my dress up my body until the nightgown is over my head and tossed to the floor. “But this time, you’re going to make yourself come. Last time, I was too desperate for a taste to let you finish on your own.”
“You won’t be desperate this time?” I tease.
“Oh, I’m always desperate for a taste.” He closes the distance again, his fingertip lightly brushing along my nipple. “I’m always desperate for you.”
Alex dips his head, flattening his tongue to lick my hardened peak before taking it fully into his mouth. My body curves into him, and his arm wraps around my body to hold me in place.
A soft sigh leaves me as he is careful with the way he moves his tongue. I comb my fingers into his hair, curling them around the strands and giving a little tug. His mouth vibrates against me with a groan, and he pulls himself back.
“On the bed, little sin,” he aggressively demands.
The way Alex is looking at me tells me he is testing me. Waiting to see if I disobey him, and he is ready for it when I do. Deep in his eyes, I can tell he is waiting for me to defy him so that he can punish me. If that’s what he wants, then that’s what he will get.
“And if I don’t want to?” I fold my arms across my chest.
“You’ll regret it,” he warns in a clipped tone.
A smirk tugs at my lips, and my head tilts to the side. “What is a holy priest like you going to do if I don’t listen?”
The energy in the room shifts to something somber, ripping the air from my lungs. My eyes stay on his while my heart races at the changing shade of his eyes. In the moment and with the shift in the atmosphere, I realize the playfulness between us has ended.
“Hmm.” He hums to himself, stepping around me to the chest at the end of his bed.
I peek over my shoulder to see him bend over and bring the discipline whip out again. My eyes grow wide as he closes the top of the chest before sitting on the edge of his bed, patting his thigh. “Come here.”
My teeth clench together, and I slowly shake my head. I saw what that thing did to his back. Of course, I’m afraid that he is bringing it out as a punishment.
“Celine,” his voice turns calm, making my eyes snap to his. “I promise I won’t do anything to cause you pain you won’t enjoy.” Patting his lap, he asks me nicely this time. “Please, come here.”
I take small steps until I’m standing in front of him. “Alex—”
“I promise. It’s only to bring you pleasure.”
My chest rises and falls with worry, but I find myself asking, “How do you want me?”
“Bent over my knee.”
I move to his side and position myself over his lap, the fabric of his pajama bottoms warm against my skin. Staring straight ahead, my body twitches as he runs his hand over my ass.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
“Yes,” I respond softly.
I hear him lift his hand, and I squeeze my eyes shut as I wait for the impact. I’ve been spanked before while being with a guy, and I loved it, but this was a whole new level of having pain mixed with pleasure. My heart thrums in my chest. The anticipation is killing me, and Alex knows this.
That is why he is dragging it out. The suspense is just part of my punishment. Finally, the braided ropes hit my skin, making me gasp before a quiet cry of pleasure slips out, and I quickly clamp my mouth shut.
“How did that feel?” Alex questions while rubbing the sensitive area.
“Fine,” I say with a shortened breath.
“Just fine?” His hand leaves my ass, slowly running up my spine and to the nape of my neck, where his fingers find their way into my messy hair. He palms my scalp, gripping the strands, and pulls me backward. “Given your reaction, I think it was better than fine. Why are you lying?”
He is so sexy when he takes charge like this, and I’m totally okay with giving him the reins.
“It felt good,” I say breathlessly.
“Do you want me to do it again?” He smooths his lips over my temple.
“Yes,” I say. “Please.”
“Mmm,” he hums, still tightly holding my hair as he brings the whip up again and makes contact with my reddened skin. I jolt forward, choking on the air because this time was a little harder, but it still felt good. “I love the sound of you begging. Would you like me to do it harder?”
Before I can think of a response, the word yes flies out of my mouth.
“Good, because this is the last one. We need to make it count.” Alex releases my head, and I drop back down onto his lap as the ropes lash against my skin, causing me to bite my lip to hold back my scream.
He kept his word and made this one harder than the other two. It hurt like a bitch, but he is quick to get rid of the pain by dipping his hand between my legs. His circles are slow and deliberate to try to distract me, but between the pain and the pleasure, my mind is going crazy.
“Are you ready to listen and get on the bed?”
“Yes.”
Alex withdraws his hands from between my legs. “Stand up.”
I do as he says, wincing at the rawness I’m feeling from where he whipped me.
“I want your back against the wall, legs spread wide so I can see everything,” he demands.
I swallow with a nod and climb into his bed, positioning myself the way he wants me.
“How many orgasms will you give yourself tonight? One? Four?”
My eyes widen at his question. I knew he stood outside my room and listened to me get off, but I didn’t think he stayed for the nights I kept going and going.
“One,” I answer him. “I want you to give me the rest.”
“Good answer.” A half smile ghosts across his lips. “Go ahead, Celine. Show me how you make yourself come when you are alone because hearing it through a door isn’t enough.”
Heat flushes across my skin as I imagine him standing outside the bedroom door, listening to me. My body begins to buzz with excitement as I close my eyes and dip my hand between my legs. As soon as my finger brushes against my clit, my body ignites.
This time in my fantasy, Alex isn’t standing at the end of the bed.
Which is funny because when I would be doing this in the comfort of my own room, that is exactly where I pictured him—at the end of the bed, watching me.
And as hot as it is knowing that is where he is standing now, I can’t help but imagine that he is behind the door, listening to me and fighting the urge to barge in.
My fingers move in a slow, circular motion over my clit, and I bite my bottom lip to keep myself quiet.
“What are you thinking about, little sin?” Alex asks, his voice dripping with hunger.
“You,” I pant. “Standing outside my bedroom door.”
“Yeah? What am I doing outside of your room?”
“Listening to me.” I wet my lips as I trail my hand lower and slip a finger inside.
“Am I touching myself?” he asks, and I nod, my mouth falling open with a gasp as I slowly move my finger in and out, “Do you know how bad I wanted to come into your room those nights? How badly I wanted to come in there and take over for you? To be the one to make you feel that pleasure?”
My response is only a murmur because I can’t form words.
The movement of my finger gets faster, causing my back to arch a little off the wall.
At the end of the bed, I hear heavy breathing, and even though I don’t want to see what he is doing and make the fantasy disappear, I allow my eyes to open, and when they do, I find Alex stroking himself.
His shirt is the only piece of clothing off, and his pants are sitting below his hips.
“Don’t you think it’s unfair,” I ask breathlessly, “that I’m the only one naked?”
Without a word, Alex shoves his pants down with one hand and steps out of them. “Is that better?”
“Yes.”
“Add another finger,” he orders, and I don’t hesitate to obey.
“It’s not enough,” I whine.
“Then add a third.”
I don’t do as he says because three won’t be enough either.“Help me, Alex.”
He chuckles, moving toward the bed but stopping when his legs hit the edge. “You said you were going to give yourself one orgasm, Celine. You’re going to make that happen before I lay a finger on you.”
I grunt in annoyance, but keep the motion of my fingers going. “You’re no fun.”
“Make yourself come. Then I’ll show you how fun I am.”
My eyes lock with his as we both play with ourselves.
Now, it seems like a race to see who will finish first. Reluctantly adding a third finger, Alex’s eyes drop between my legs, and the man starts salivating.
He licks his lips, swallowing at the sight of what he wants most right now.
And boy, do I want him to cave and bury himself between my thighs.
“Alex.” The whine is a mix of begging and pleasure. It’s a desperate attempt to get him to crack and climb on the bed, but the man doesn’t budge.
I can tell that this is difficult for him, having to stand there and watch me give myself pleasure that he so badly wants to provide. Even though I want him to give in, I slow my fingers. He watches how tedious my movements are, and he growls.
“God dammit, Celine,” he says through gritted teeth. “Hurry up and make yourself come so I can fuck you already.”
I remove my fingers completely, dragging them up to my clit, and then I spread myself open for him. “You can easily do as you wish right now.”
His face scrunches up almost like he is in pain from fighting the voices telling him to get on the bed with me. To bury himself inside of me.
“No- not yet.” He chokes on his words.
“This is torture for you, isn’t it?”
“Of course it is,” he says.
“Then pretend you’re on the other side of the door and you choose to come into my room this time,” I reverse the fantasy to his own. “Give me that pleasure you wanted to give me then.”
His eyes lift to my face, then fall back between my thighs. I watch his tongue poke out, gliding along his bottom lip. His jaw ticks, and a rumble sounds from his chest.
“Fuck it.”