Chapter 18 #2
Every touch of his skin on mine felt like little shocks. I leaned into him as he raked his hands all over me. My arms. My stomach. My chest. My upper thighs. He was touching me like he was memorizing me. Like I was invaluable. Precious.
“Tonight”—he whispered against my ear, pressing his lips against my skin—“is all about you, Jackson. Your pleasure, and my control over it.”
I swallowed, feeling a tremble begin in my body.
“I’m going to make you come in your brand new lace panties.”
Oh, God.
“And then I’ll make you come again. But I won’t stop there. No, Jackson.” He licked a stripe up the side of my neck and used his other hand to tug on the collar around my throat. “You look far too sexy for me to stop there. I’m going to play with you. I’m going to use you. Own you.”
I was already aching, and we hadn’t even started. “Please,” I whimpered. “I want it. I want you.”
“You’ll get me.” He cupped my cock over the lace, squeezing with exactly enough pressure to drive me wild. “God, you’re so beautiful. Stay right where you are.”
It was hard to stay still. Really fucking hard when I knew he was right there, taking me in like he was. It was even harder when I heard a thunk and could suddenly feel his breath on my crotch.
“Fuck. So gorgeous.” His words were breathy moans as he sucked on my clothed cock. He was licking me. Nuzzling me with his nose. Circling his tongue over the fabric, mixing his spit with the precum I’d already leaked.
Torture. That’s what it was. Absolute torture as he laved over me, gripping my thighs periodically. I wanted to see him. Watch him tear me apart. But I couldn’t, and that somehow made it even better.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, needing something to hold on to. It made him stop, pulling away even as I whined about it. “Hold on, sweetheart. Let me grab something.”
I didn’t want him to grab something. I wanted him to take me out of my misery. Make me come like he’d said he would.
He didn’t seem to go far, his footsteps coming back as quick as they’d gone. I felt a hand on my shoulder, nudging me backward. “Lie on your back on the bed, please. Just a little further back and you can start to lie down.”
I shuffled back, doing as he said, until as I felt the mattress hit the back of my legs. He helped me scoot up more into the middle before climbing onto the bed with me. I felt a brush of skin against my arm as he moved beside me. Was he naked? Fuck, I hoped so.
“I have something special for you.” A vibrating sound started from above me.
The sound startled me at first, but then it turned into something far more. Something excited and warm and fuzzy and eager in my stomach as it got closer and closer before settling on the base of my cock.
I threw my head back, moaning as each slow vibration found its way through me. “Oh, fuck. Oh, holy fuck. Forrest.”
“I’ve got you, sweetie.” He tugged on the leash, giving me a little bit of pressure around my throat. “Just feel it. Hold on to my thigh.”
I scrambled to grab him, feeling his warm skin beneath mine. He clicked a button. The vibrations got stronger. So much stronger. My back arched off the mattress as I leaned my body into it, panting and moaning and squirming. I was going to come out of my skin. It was so much. So fucking much.
I couldn’t get enough of it.
“So good for me, Jackson. You’re doing so good. But you need more, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I bit out, my voice sounding hoarse.
“You do, don’t you? Always needing more.
My greedy slut. My gorgeous, beautiful, greedy slut.
” The leash dropped against my chest, sliding to the side.
My eyes were closed behind the blindfold, and I’d opened them for a moment, forgetting I couldn’t see anything anyway.
I jumped a little when I felt his hand over my mouth. “Take a deep breath.”
I inhaled through my nose.
“Hold it.” He covered my nostrils.
This. This is what I’d needed. Full fucking control. I squeezed his thigh as he turned the vibrations even higher. My lungs started to burn. My chest was aching. I needed air, but I didn’t. Not yet.
Forrest hadn’t let me breathe, so I obviously didn’t need it yet.
I could keep going.
Keep going for him.
He pulled his hand away, letting me take a few deep, ragged breaths mixed with guttural moans that ripped from deep in my chest. I didn’t sound like myself. I was floating. Hazy.
I was nowhere. I was everywhere. I was in fucking heaven for all I knew.
He repeated, taking my breath away, only to give it back right when I thought I’d have to tap him. Over and over and over until I was right there on the edge. I was going to come.
“That’s it, sweetie. I see you. I feel you. You’re close, aren’t you?”
I nodded vigorously, chasing the tingling that’d started in my gut.
“Deep breath.”
My final one. He blocked my nose and mouth. He kept the same speed on the vibrator, keeping it exactly where it was as my muscles started to tighten and I wanted to curl in on myself.
I squeezed his thigh in one hand and balled the sheets into the fist of my other. Just a moment longer. Not much. Just…right…there…
He let go as soon as I started coming, letting my back rise off the mattress as I flooded the lace over my cock with my cum. I gasped in between incoherent sputters, moaning and yelling things that didn’t make sense, throwing his name out into the air.
Shapes of every color exploded behind my eyelids. I was gone. Completely and utterly fucking gone.
And Forrest didn’t take the vibrator away.
It was too much. I was so overly sensitive that I started to curl in on myself and buck my hips, following the instinct to make it stop. But I didn’t even want him to stop. No, I wanted him to do exactly what he wanted. I didn’t want a say.
I didn’t need a say.
“Shh, shh. You’re okay. I’ve got you. I’m going to take your blindfold off, okay?”
His voice. It was gentle. Calming. I straightened my head, whimpering and struggling as he slowly pulled it off my eyes.
“Open your eyes for me, Jackson.” Click. The vibration went down a little.
Everything was hazy, but he was there. I could see him. That was what mattered. My heart was pounding against my ribcage, and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.