Chapter Ten #2
“Naughty girl. You need to be still. I’ll have to punish you now,” he says, instantly making my panties soak through. “What can I use to punish you with?” he teases as he looks around my room.
Now my chest is heaving, and he’s trailing fingers along my sternum, between my breasts, down my stomach, then he gently dips his finger into my belly button before continuing down.
He lightly slips his finger into the front of the band of my panties, barely touching me, and it has me lifting, seeking him, desperate for his touch.
He grabs the hem of my panties and drags them down.
When they fall to my ankles, leaving me naked, I step out and kick them to the side.
Nate starts his delicious torture all over again, trailing his fingers from my collarbone down to my hips, where he drags his fingers up and down, occasionally brushing where I need him.
My body is shivering with desire as he finally traces a finger along the top of my pussy and then back up.
He repeats his movements, gliding lower but not low enough.
“Please,” I beg, my hips tilting, seeking more.
He only smiles, halting his track. “Now, it wouldn’t be a punishment if you want it. Would it, little dove?”
I wince and eagerly clench my thighs together, trying to create some sort of friction to relieve the ache.
He gazes around the room again, his eyes open wide, and he smirks, looking back at me. “Stay still, little dove.”
He pulls back from me and walks over to a vase I have by my tallboy. I watch in anticipation as he pulls out one of the peacock feathers.
Nate looks back at me and nods once. “This will do quite nicely,” he says, wandering over to me, trailing the feather over my exposed breast just once.
The light touch of the soothing feather tickles my skin, sending goose bumps spiraling down my side.
My back arches as the tip of the feather caresses my nipple, and I moan slightly, surprising myself.
“Hmm… I will overlook you moving. Now, be a good girl and try not to move,” he says.
The feather moves slowly to the center of my body and trails down to my stomach.
I breathe harshly as it whispers lower and lower.
It tickles, sending my senses into overdrive.
My clit is throbbing violently, and I feel like I’m on the cusp of an orgasm, and yet, he hasn’t even touched me.
As he trails it down ever so slowly, my breath hitches in anticipation.
The further down the feather goes, the harder I find it to stay still.
I wriggle against the post even though he told me not to move—the tie against my wrists rubbing and adding to my heightened state sends a shiver through me.
The tip of the feather reaches my pussy, and I gasp.
Resting my head back against the post, he moves the feather over my pussy, causing tingles to pulsate through my core.
The sensations make me wriggle and moan in satisfaction, or maybe it’s not enough satisfaction—I honestly cannot tell the difference right now.
I need him to touch me.
This is torture.
The ache of teetering on this edge is beyond anything I’ve ever felt.
He wanted to punish me, and this is definitely a form of torture, a beautiful torture that I’m loving—or is it hating—every second of. He waves the feather over my pussy again, and a moan fills the room. Then I suck in a sharp breath, trying to catch my breath.
“Nate, please,” I beg, clenching my eyes together.
“You want me to touch you, little dove?”
“God, yes,” I whimper, daring to open my eyes to be sure he’s not going to continue to prolong the agony.
Without another word or warning, he drops the feather, and his hand cups my pussy in an instant.
He presses a finger firmly on my clit and holds it there.
I moan again as my head lolls back against the pole with a thump.
As he uses pressure in a circular motion, rotating and working me up, I arch my back, seeking the pleasure he’s offering.
My toes curl, and the plush cream carpet pushes up between them.
Nate takes a step closer, his body a fraction away from mine.
The heat radiating from him is setting me on fire, leaving me panting with desire.
He moves in, barely placing his mouth on my neck, and I feel like I might combust with his barely-there touch combined with the work of his finger on my clit.
As his tongue darts out delicately, he slowly makes his way up along my jaw.
It’s so erotic that every inch of me tingles with a flurry of sensations.
Nate’s finger is working me up at lightning speed, and being tied up and totally under his control is going to be my undoing.
Harder and faster, his finger rotates on my clit, making my hips move against his hand.
His tongue slides its way up under my ear, his teeth taking hold of my earlobe and biting down.
The jolt from the nip, mixed with his firm pressure on my clit has me moaning out, relishing in the burning desire from the shockwave it sends straight down between my legs.
My hips move faster against him, causing superb friction as his finger slides down from my clit and thrusts inside me.
His thumb pushes into place on my clit where his finger previously was, and his hand starts a new rhythm.
His other hand slides onto my hip, where his fingers dig in firmly, but not too hard, just enough to maintain his dominance—which apparently is my new favorite thing in the bedroom.
Trailing along my jaw, feathering hard kisses in time with the thrusting of his fingers, his lips meet mine, and I have no hesitation in kissing him back forcefully, even though I’m panting for air.
Not being able to touch him is both somehow deeply vexing and wondrous at the same time, like a pain-filled pleasure.
Nate adds another finger inside me, working me at a deliberate pace, all the while our tongues dance together.
His thumb presses on my clit a little firmer as his fingers inside swirl and hit that spot.
I moan loudly into his mouth when my back pushes away from the post, forcing down on his fingers as I chase my release.
My breasts press into his chest, rubbing my sensitive nipples into his shirt as he continues to perform his magic.
An insatiable heat floods my veins, burning me up from the inside like hot lava melting my very molecules of existence.
Tiny beads of sweat litter my skin and run down my goose-bump-laden flesh, which has flushed bright pink with desire.
My eyes clench as my kisses become lazy against Nate’s mouth while the pleasure takes me over, hitting me in consistent waves.
My hands ball into fists above the tight bindings as sparkles glitter like diamonds behind my eyes.
I break free from Nate’s kiss, needing air, and I gasp frantically for oxygen. My hips grind harder into his hand as his free hand comes up, taking my nipple into his fingertips, tweaking it hard at the same time. He presses on my clit and thrusts up, sending me over the edge.
“Oh fuck,” I call out on a moan. My muscles clench hard over every part of me.
Then it hits like a massive tidal wave—no, more like a tsunami—rolling over me multiple times, crashing into me and drowning me in pleasure as I ride the riptide of satisfaction.
After what seems like forever, my muscles finally relax as my body sags against the pole. Nate slows his movements, working me down gradually from my massive high. His touch is just the right balance, not being too much for my sensitive nerves.
He’s so good, I don’t know how I ever lived before him.
Nate softly chuckles, his deep tenor making me slowly tilt my head and open my eyes to see him watching me.
“Your pleasure face is so fucking hot,” he says, and I wince.
“That’s embarrassing,” I admit.
He shakes his head and moves in, bringing his hand up to caress my cheek lovingly. “No, it’s the truth. You’re fucking beautiful when you come.”
Smiling, I know a blush is working its way up, and he leans in, kissing my lips briefly before pulling back, then lifting his shirt over his head, revealing his well-toned abs.
Drawing my bottom lip in by my teeth, I sigh, taking him in.
He’s easy on the eyes. One would have to be blind not to notice just how gorgeous this man is.
I guess to be a drummer, you need to be fit in all kinds of ways, and Nate is undoubtedly that.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I reply.
He looks down at his abs and back up to me and smirks before pulling out his wallet from his back pocket and grabbing a condom.
“Good idea,” I say.
Nate throws his wallet to the floor, then undoes his jeans, yanking them along with his boxer briefs down, where he steps out of them and his shoes, leaving him completely naked.
I grin as I look down at his rock-hard cock springing to attention.
It’s so thick and perfect. If I weren’t tied up, I’d drop to my knees and take him in my mouth and worship him, but I am pretty sure he has other ideas.
He brings the condom packet to his mouth and rips it open with his teeth. Pulling out the latex, he takes it and rolls it over his length, and fuck if it isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. My anticipation is building, knowing Nate will soon be inside me again, and I honestly cannot wait.
Nate stalks toward me like a moth to a flame with an intoxicated look in his eyes.
I love the fact that it’s me making him look that way, and God knows he does the same to me.
There’s something addictive to it. I’ve never had a man look at me with such raw desire, and it completely undoes me and has me letting go of any hesitation.
He moves in close and looks me right in the eyes. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I simply answer.
He nods and runs his hands up my thighs, stepping right in front of me.
The chemistry sizzling through the air is palpable, as if firecrackers are going off in all directions around us.
The energy in the air is making every touch, every movement feel electric—charged with something unspoken, something neither of us is ready to name.
Every hurried breath intensifies as his hands graze up my thighs.
They move around the backs of my legs, and suddenly, he hoists me up.
I let out a slight squeal as he lifts me, and I move slightly up the pole.
He moves in line with me, and I pant, knowing what comes next.
Looking into my eyes, his fingers grip hard into my ass cheeks while his cock nudges the entrance of my pussy. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist tighter, pulling him closer to me.
His intense stare takes me by surprise, and something passes between us. A moment of clarity, and I realize that this isn’t just some mutual attraction. There’s actual chemistry here, real electrifying chemistry, and we’re about to burn this place to the ground.
Nate’s gaze hardens, and with a swift upward movement, he thrusts inside me, stretching me and filling me completely.
We both moan a deep, satisfying moan. Even with a condom creating a barrier, it feels just as amazing as it did the first time together.
He pulls back slowly, then thrusts into me quickly.
It’s a rhythm he has complete control of, and all I can do is hold on for the ride.
He moves his mouth to mine and kisses me hard.
I kiss him back with just as much gusto as we move in perfect cadence together.
I never knew sex could be this exciting. Nate is showing me new things, taking me to new heights, and making me feel things I never knew I could.
His thick cock fills me, and in this position, his swollen head brushes against my cervix, providing a bite of pain with the pleasure. It’s a fantastic feeling, and if I have any say in it, we’re going to be doing this a lot more.
Nate’s fingers dig into my skin, his grip possessive.
It only heightens the pleasure. With each push, his grip hardens, and I wonder if he will leave bruises, but I don’t care.
Our breaths are heavy against each other’s lips, and our tongues slide together in their own dance as we frantically find a passion we didn’t know we had together.
My wrists move up and down the post with his movements, but I don’t mind the friction.
It only adds another sensation, pushing me to the edge.
As he moves in me, the molten lava spreads through my veins again.
It trickles out through every pore in my skin, making me scorching hot.
I groan into his mouth as sweat rolls down my temple.
His chest slickens with a mist of sweat, building a fire between us, ready to singe the entire room.
Taking no prisoners, Nate pumps into me hard and fast. This is not gentle. It’s not delicate. This is persistent and rapid. He pummels into me, and my back is pulled away from the post, pushing me further into him. It intensifies the pressure, and it sends me over the edge.
My muscles clench, and I break free from his kiss, moaning loudly as it hits like nothing before. Everything clenches, and when my pussy squeezes, Nate jolts, his movement faltering.
“Fuck, Ria,” he calls out, moving his head into the crook of my neck while I continue to explode. He bites down on my shoulder, and my body goes limp as he jerks a few times, groaning and moaning as he pumps into me twice more, coming hard, then slows his pace.
We both slacken a little and eventually stop moving as he rests his head on my shoulder, and I lean back, resting my head on the pole. We’re both panting frantically, trying to catch our breath.
“Holy hell,” he murmurs, and I let out a lazy little laugh.
“Feel free to tie me up anytime.”
He lets out a small chuckle. “I’m going to hold you to that,” he says against my skin, the whisper of his breath sending a chill over me.
“Please do. Now untie me and take me to bed,” I demand.
He pulls back, looking at me, and winks with a simple nod.