Chapter 30 #2
I use his body’s writhing and his expressions of pure pleasure as motivation to continue stroking him between my breasts and spitting on his tip.
My eyes flicker to his to find them rolled so far back I can barely see the blue of them, and his teeth are biting into his lip, about ready to break skin.
His hips jerk and as much as I wish I could torture him this way, my positioning isn’t the best, and I’d much rather do so many other things. I let him slip from between my breasts and instantly take him in my mouth, earning myself a groan.
“Shit, Nat,” he hisses.
I tighten my fist around his dick and spit on his tip, a string of saliva attached to my lip as I swirl it around his head with my thumb.
“Natalia,” Rowan mewls. He’s grappling at the handcuffs, desperate to be set free, but right now he’s all mine. “Oh my…god.” Rowan groans loudly and deeply, his muscles taut and cock weeping pre-cum onto my tongue. “Fuck, Natalia.”
“Shhh.” I swirl my tongue over the head of him, licking the underside of it before I sit up, stroking him in my hand. “Be a good boy, Rowan.”
He releases a soft moan. “Sit on my face, sweetheart.”
I sit up, stroking him, and shake my head. “I said, be a good boy.”
Rowan growls softly.
Sitting back again, I take him back into my mouth. I don’t feel a lick of shyness anymore. Bringing Rowan pleasure is one of my favorite things. And him bringing me pleasure is at the top of the list too.
Rowan makes me feel shameless. He gives me what I want and need, never once making me feel ashamed because of our sex-capades. God, Rowan makes me feel like the most sensual woman alive, building my confidence every time I’m with him like this.
I suck his cock eagerly, coaxing moans out of Rowan I haven’t heard until now—the sounds shooting straight to my core, soaking me even more.
“You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth, sweetheart.” He pants with his dark, hooded eyes locked on mine.
“But I’m dying here, Natalia. Sit on my face,” he demands, his voice deep and husky. “Come here.”
“I’m in charge, sweetheart,” I purr. “Wait your turn.”
Rowan moans, deep and breathily.
“I love that sound,” I say and lick up the side of his cock. “It’s mine.”
“Everything is yours,” he manages. “All that I am…”
“Hmm.” My mouth and hands move in tandem around him until his face scrunches and contorts, his muscles taut, and I feel his thigh tremble against my arm.
“Sweetheart—Sweetheart,” he grits. “Slow down. I don’t want to come yet.”
I give him one last, thorough lick and pull away.
I kiss up his body, still stroking him with my hand loose around him.
I leave a path with my tongue across his abs and keep going until I reach his chest—his perfect, warm, muscled, homey chest I love to sleep on.
My lips leave wet kisses up his neck, across his collarbone and shoulders.
In his ear, I purr, “You’re being so good for me, Rowan.” I tug at his earlobe with my teeth. “Such a good boy.”
Rowan releases a sound between a groan and a growl. “It’s my turn, sweetheart. Uncuff me.”
My stomach flipping and filled with a million butterflies, I concede. “Fine.”
I surrender myself to him fully, reaching over his head while straddling his hips and releasing the cuffs from around his wrists. They fall and I’m immediately thrown onto my back with Rowan above me, devouring my skin with kisses.
“Arms up, sweetheart,” he whispers, his fingers tracing a line down my body until he reaches my core. I gasp at the feel of his fingers dipping into me then dragging back up to my clit. “Arms up.”
“I…” I pant, biting into my lip and arching. My hand wraps around his wrist to keep him where he is. But he removes his fingers.
“Arms up, Natalia,” he growls. “Touch me and I stop.”
“Damn you,” I whimper and lift my arms over my head.
His chuckle is dark and lascivious as the cuffs wrap around my wrists.
With a devilish smirk, he reaches for his nightstand and pulls out a purple vibrator. His blue gaze locks on mine as he turns it on, the sound echoing in the room as he presses it over my clit. In response, my eyes roll and my body trembles with instant pleasure.
“Oh my god.”
He presses the button again for a much higher intensity and leans over me. He kisses my temple and in my ear, he whispers, “You’re mine, sweetheart.”
“Oh fuck,” I moan, squirming for both mercy and a violent release. “Ro—Rowan. P-please.”
Then pleasure is ripped away from me when Rowan pulls the toy away.
“No,” I cry. “Rowan.”
“Remember when you thought you were in charge?”
I lick my lips and take in a deep breath, my eyes shut in a haze. I pull against the constraints around my wrists and buck my hips, just for his hand to press me down on my stomach.
“No, sweetheart,” he says. “It’ll be worth it, I promise.”
I whimper, whining and writhing. “Rowan.”
“Tell me you hate me, sweetheart,” he purrs. “Tell me how much you hate that I haven’t let you come yet. Tell me how much you hate that I’m not inside you right now.”
Another whimper gets trapped in my throat, the sound barely making its way out of me, but he’s right.
“Rowan,” I manage through heavy pants when his fingers graze over my pussy, dipping inside of me just enough to make me hate him even more for the merciless torture.
I manage to peel my eyelids open just in time to watch him take his two fingers and suck them into his mouth, moaning at my taste. “The most perfect fucking pussy.”
Rowan brings the silicone vibrator back to my clit, rubbing slowly with no vibrations until, finally, he presses the button and the lowest vibration is just enough to make me tremble, oxygen escaping me as the orgasm builds again.
“Please.”
“Shhh. Be a good girl, Natalia,” Rowan coos, throwing my words back at me. “Not all of your orgasms are for you, sweetheart,” he growls, pressing the button for a higher intensity, holding it against me harder.
“Oh…shit.”
“You’re going to keep coming,” he rasps, pressing the button thrice. “All night. Until you beg me to stop.”
I cry out his name so loud, almost embarrassingly so.
“Keep screaming my name, sweetheart,” he purrs, smirking. “It turns me on.”
Oh my god.
Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.
Rowan keeps pressing the button to the highest setting until I’ve stopped breathing. My vision is spotty and black, and my body is wound so tightly…
“Come for me, sweetheart,” Rowan husks, and I splinter into a thousand pieces.