Chapter 5 #3
“Sit, Sophie,” Rory croaks out and I’m pleased to hear he is just as affected by that kiss as I am.
Rory allows me to reach behind me to feel the back of the chair and I lower.
When I’m seated, there is silence and I wonder what Rory is doing right now.
Is he just there, watching me? Is he about to touch me with his electro wand?
I can feel the anticipation that I love so much begin to build.
The longer I sit and wait, the harder my heart begins to thump in my chest and my ears strain to hear where exactly Rory might be.
He must have slid his shoes off as there isn’t a sound other than my own heartbeat ringing out in my ears.
And then I hear it a split second before lightning hits the peaked bud of my nipple.
I jump and gasp in surprise but the setting is low, the sharp bolt of electricity a tingle that has me jolting and wiggling in my seat.
My body is now on high alert as I anticipate the next place on my body he’s going to strike.
Warmth engulfs my nipple as my brain struggles to understand what is happening.
The warmth is wet, and then the suction has me leaning into his mouth, he teases the peak with his tongue and then lets go, I sigh out a breath I didn’t realise I was holding.
“What is happening?” I manage to breathe out.
“Everything I have wanted to do since our first session together,” Rory replies.
I cry out as another sharp bolt of lightning spreads through my breast and again his hot mouth sucks and kisses the pleasurable pain away.
The air moves around me and pain shoots from my shoulder making me gasp but his mouth is there to suck and kiss the pain away.
Every time the electricity kisses my skin, my hands try to fly out in reaction, having never not been tied down on this job before.
I clench them together on my thighs, denying myself the urge to reach out and touch the man who is tormenting and turning me on.
Again and again he strikes with the electro wand, across the back of my neck, along my collarbone, on the inside of my wrists.
I feel the intensity of the wand turn up as a new bolt of electricity runs through the side of my breast, always followed by his hot wet mouth kissing the pain into submission.
Spreading my legs wide, I feel him lower between them as the electro wand taps a trail of sparks down my inner right leg that makes me shudder for more.
Back up my left leg the bolts fly and his lips follow until silence falls over us and anticipation spikes in my chest. What will he do next?
Where will he strike next? I imagine him kneeling between my open legs, staring at me.
It feels unfair not to see his eyes travel over my body, to not see the expression that is on his face.
I have never indulged in watching Rory work, he has always blindfolded me.
I suddenly feel robbed of this sight I know I’d enjoy.
But I can feel him close, I can feel the warmth of his body on the inside of my thighs, somewhere I am very much enjoying him being.
I feel his tantalizing warm breath on my pussy lips before I feel his tongue enter me from as low as he can reach with me sitting, sweep up through my folds slowly before hitting my clit with a hot flat tongue.
I practically buckle over him in delight, every nerve ending down there is screaming for more and it takes all my strength not to beg him to do it again as my thighs squeeze in around him.
“You’re dripping for me,” he whispers before I feel his tongue go back down on me again, sweeping through my folds and up to the place I so need him to spend more time.
Again and again he repeats the motion, driving me closer and then letting it slip again.
Every time his tongue gets close, I hold my breath as I will my body to come and unbind me from this torture.
But Rory’s tongue laps up and gently floats past my clit without nearly as much pressure as I need and then zap, lightning reverberates from my pussy lips before his mouth is back on me in mere seconds.
My body jolts and wriggles, my mind screams in pain and need.
I clasp my hands tight on the underside of the seat fighting the urge to move, every muscle engaged in my core as I take the continued assault on my pussy.
My orgasm is building, coiling tighter and tighter around my body, until I’m a hair’s-breadth away from my release.
With each shock, Rory’s wand is getting closer and closer to the top of my pussy.
This time his tongue laps hard at my clit until my body shakes around him, I’m so close now.
And then the wand taps on my clit and I explode like a firework in ecstasy and in pain as he bites down on my open inner thigh for barely a second and then he’s lapping uncontrollably at my firing bundle of nerves as wave upon wave of my orgasm wracks my body—vibrating from the ordeal of pleasure and pain.
My body feels too heavy for me and as light as a feather all at once.
I’m a jittering shuddering mess as I feel his arms scoop me up from the chair and carry me across the room.
My head lolls onto his upper arm. I feel utterly spent and boneless as he lowers me onto what feels like a bed, my head resting on a plumped up pillow.
A few moments pass as I lay still and unseeing until I feel the bed dip to my side.
Rory pulls the mask away from my eyes and I see his nakedness for the first time.
A chest covered in peppered acne scars that are not present on his face.
He looks back at me with a wild yearning that has me dazedly reaching out for him, needing to feel his lips on my own again.
Rory doesn’t fight me, he indulges me, his lips landing on mine, his erection hanging hard between us.
He kisses me like a long lost lover and for a moment, I wonder why he’s never laid his soft lips on me before. All this time we could have had this.
I lift my legs, shuffling my body below him, kissing him back and helping him line himself up with my entrance.
It feels oddly unsteady, unpractised, like new lovers lost to the throes of a new passion for the first time.
Yet, Rory has fucked me every booking he’s made.
But I’m always tied to his bed, unseeing, unable to touch, only there to allow him to take what he needs from me.
I come, I always come. But the sex felt meaningless, a job done.
It pales in comparison to this moment as Rory supports himself with one hand by my head and takes the time to ease into my body, edging in like it’s the first time he’s done it, looking me square in the eyes, watching for every tiny emotion my face portrays.
I feel my body welcome him as he pushes all the way inside of me as his eyes roll and pleasure splashes his cheeks a botchy red.
“You feel so tight after coming so beautifully for me,” he praises above me as he begins to move in and out, slowly, making me feel the entire length of him.
I moan in pleasure and look at him, really look at this man I’ve been seeing for years but not seeing him at all.
Rory lowers his head and his lips dust over mine again, softer and gentler as if he’s slowing his own pace to savour each second he’s inside of me.
Our bodies move as one as our tongues tangle to the same rhythm, building the thrumming need inside of me again, stroke after stroke.
“Rory,” I moan out his name, unable to temper down my orgasm a second longer which triggers him to speed up his thrusts and tip over the edge he’s been building up to all evening.
He stills himself inside my body and moans out his pleasure so loud it makes my own pleasure pale in comparison.
We hover in this temporary moment of utter bliss and euphoria until Rory lowers himself over my body, his head nestling between my shoulder and neck.
I feel his heart beating against my chest, his soft skin lying against mine.
I bring up my hands to run them along the scarred skin of his back, feeling the dampness of sweat amongst the bumps of the scarred tissue.
Rory moves his head to look into my eyes and what I see there frightens me.
I see the glistening eyes of someone who felt something from what we just did.
And what frightens me even more, is I know my own eyes reflect the same.
Something has transpired between us, something I wasn’t expecting and maybe he was hoping for.
Is this the beginning he was talking about?
Did he know this would happen? He couldn’t have.