Chapter 46
KADENCE
Blaize smirked as I admired the goddess of a woman before me.
I kept my hands to my sides even though I wanted to explore her.
She was art, and art deserved to be worshiped.
She teasingly pulled the black harness over her thighs and shimmied it over her hips until it was settled in place.
Blaize grabbed my hand gently, walking me closer to her wardrobe as she opened it.
I’d been to plenty of sex shops in my life, but the array of toys she had was impeccable.
It shouldn’t be such a shock when she had an exclusive BDSM club with the best equipment and toys money could buy.
It was a rainbow of colors ranging from fire truck red to the deepest onyx.
My fingers brushed against a blue and pink tentacle that was as long as my forearm and just as thick.
I tilted my head to the side, taking in the odd dildo.
Curiosity danced through me before I shuddered at the thought.
Blaize laughed at me, but I continued exploring her variety of toys.
I arched my brow, glancing at Blaize when I brushed over a closed fist dildo that looked creepily realistic, but she only shrugged.
It really brought a new meaning to fisting.
My fingers continued to trail gently over the selection, taking in the length, shape, and girth of each one until I stopped at a sparkly, teal-blue one that was wickedly curved and thick.
“Is that the one you want, princess?”
I grabbed it, wrapping my fist mostly around it. “Is it going to fit? And the curve. You’re going to tickle my soul with this thing.”
Blaize laughed, taking the silicone dildo from my hand and attaching it to the harness. “Yes, princess, it's going to fit. I think you’ll enjoy it, but if you don’t, we can swap out.”
“If I can’t walk straight, you're carrying me.”
“Safe word.”
“Ocean.”
“Good girl. Go stand by the bed,” she demanded.
With steady feet, I walked to the edge of the bed, resting my hands at my sides and my back facing her. Anticipation ate at me, like I was moments away from the climax of a rollercoaster that would take my breath away. It was an electrifying sensation that left me dancing on edge.
Her nimble fingers trailed up my spine, creating goosebumps kissing my skin.
She raked her hand through my hair, gently tugging the curls enough to send a tingle of pain down my spine.
Blaize wrapped her hand around my throat, pulling me into her, and I could feel the firm dildo pressing against my thigh.
She was quick, pulling my head to the side and attacking my neck in wet kisses and gentle bites.
Her other hand snaked around my front, grabbing my breast and pinching my nipple.
They were both rock hard and still sore from the clamps, but I loved the way she played with them.
Her teeth gently nibbled my earlobe before her firm words penetrated my ears. “Are you going to be my good little whore?”
“Yes, mistress.”
Blaize pushed me onto the bed, lifting my right leg and bending it at an angle.
My wrists were grabbed and held down against my lower back before she cuffed them.
When the hell did she grab handcuffs? Blaize was the type of woman who would have a pair of spare handcuffs in her nightstand.
She checked on me, making sure I was okay, and as a reply I shook my ass at her.
I’d already begged, I didn’t know what else she wanted from me, but I was five seconds away from pleading if she didn’t fuck me right now.
My face was buried into the duvet, but I felt the moment Blaize stepped back.
But before I could whimper or beg, she smacked my ass, the sting radiating up my spine.
I gasped when I felt icy cool gel drip down my pussy as she closed the gap between us once more, guiding the tip of the strap into my center.
My breath hitched when the dildo stretched me as she sank deeper.
When she was seated to the hilt, a terrified whimper slipped from my lips as I squeezed my eyes shut.
“Kadence, are you okay?” she asked, caressing my back with gentle strokes.
“Y-yeah. I’m okay. I haven’t had anything inside me since—” My voice trailed off. “I want this. I know I am safe with you. Please, keep going.”
Blaize pulled out before sliding back into me, moving her hips gently and letting the dildo hit me perfectly, almost teasingly.
She repeated this motion a few times before pulling completely out and slamming back into me hard, making me scream.
I’d never felt this full, and there was no getting used to the wicked curve of the dildo.
“You’re perfect, Kadence,” She praised. “Are you okay?”
I nodded. “Yes, mistress.” I wanted more—needed more. “Fuck me. Please.”
Her fingers curled in my hair, roughly pulling my head back. “You want to be my needy whore tonight, princess.” It wasn’t a question. Those words were very much a statement we both knew was true.
Blaize’s other hand gripped my hip roughly and slammed into me again and again, making the bed scrape against the hardwood.
I never had rough sex to the point we broke a bed.
I really hoped this room was soundproof and no one downstairs could hear how she was violently destroying me, but the thought of it was also intoxicating.
If I asked her to fuck me on Friday in front of everyone, would she?
Can we have shows together where everyone watched us so engrossed with each other, the crowd was invisible.
The sound of skin on skin and the wet arousal of my pussy echoed through the dimly lit bedroom.
My breaths were coming in pants, and I was unable to form coherent sentences as she rammed into me with such needy force.
She was fucking me like she was angry at me, and my God.
I was going to have to piss her off to see what she was like when she was actually angry at me.
I’d heard rumors that angry sex was almost as great as makeup sex.
I screamed as my orgasm ripped through me, my body convulsing as she continued to fuck me slowly.
She traced hearts on my spine, easing me down from my orgasm, but not pulling out of me—which told me we weren’t close to being finished.
I could never get tired of Blaize and the way she made my body feel.
She moved the hair that covered my face as she railed into me and caressed my cheek as her hips thrust gently inside me, teasing another orgasm.
“You’re already ready to tap out, princess?”
I smirked. “No.” She reached around and found my clit. “Oh, God, Blaize!”
“I’m nowhere close to holy, baby.” She pinched my clit before rubbing soft circles. The added teasing on my clit plus the penetration of the thick dildo was enough to send me to the brink again. God help me if she did anything to my breasts. “But I can make you see God.”
She picked up speed and I grunted with each thrust; whatever spot she was hitting inside me felt like she was revealing some hidden code for orgasms. Was it possible to die from so much pleasure? How had I been deprived of this sweet euphoria my entire life?
“You’re taking me so well,” she praised. “So beautiful. So fucking needy.” With each word, she thrusted harder inside of me. She slammed into me again and again, the pleasure so intense I saw white. Was this what Heaven was going to be like—devouring and all consuming?