44. Chapter Forty-Four #2
“Only one thing left. Take those off and stuff them in your mouth.” Her eyes widen.
She follows my direction and willingly slips out of her panties, unclasping her jaw, letting her mouth fall open.
She follows my eyes as I feast upon her body.
Her stretchmarks look like waves against the ocean, across the top of her thighs and hips.
Her perfectly hourglass frame is contoured, leaving her breasts on full display, adorning her figure.
“I want to taste you so fucking bad. Don’t move unless I say you’re allowed.
Nod if you agree.” Elowen nods in reply.
I playfully smack her thighs before I wrap my hands around the top of both that are spread out before me.
As I kneel between her legs, I take a moment to appreciate the sight before me.
My hands venture across her skin, teasing and exploring.
I lean in, my breath brushing against her pussy.
I can almost taste the blood that flows through her femoral artery.
My lips pucker to press a soft kiss to her inner thigh.
I growl, “You belong to me,” as I lace my tongue in between her lips and savor her clit in slow, pressured movements. She squirms, her attempt at trying to sit still against my mouth. Her pleasure lights a fire in me. I could watch her unravel in front of me for an eternity and never tire of it.
I take my time with her, while also ensuring she comes first. I haven’t even touched myself and I could bust right in my fucking boxers.
Elowen gasps as she finally makes her way to the final stages before her orgasm.
She spits out her panty gag, her fingers tangling in my hair, urging me closer.
I oblige, my movements stay the same except for inserting my fingers and curling them against her g-spot.
Her hips buck, building a rhythm that matches her rising breath.
I allow her to use me for her own good, since she’s shown that my rule means nothing to her now.
“Fuck. Beau, please. Please don’t stop.” She yells as her toes begin to curl and every fiber of her being tenses.
The room fills with the sounds of our shared pleasure, a symphony of gasps and moans that echo off the walls.
My focus is entirely on her, on the way her body responds to my touch, on the way she arches against me, seeking more.
She comes down from her high and looks at me with bewildered eyes.
As I wipe my left forearm down to my fingertips across my mouth, I crawl over her body.
Her body demands to be taken care of as I kiss her gently.
Elowen’s hands begin to wander against my body down to the hem of my jeans, attempting to undo the button.
With a final, lingering kiss, I pull back slightly, my eyes meeting hers once more. Elowen's gaze is intense, filled with a mixture of lust and pleasure.
“Oh, mi tesoro. We’ve just begun. Why the rush?
” I snarl at her. "And didn’t I say something about moving?
" I murmur, a smirk playing on my lips. Before she can respond, I gently flip her over onto her stomach, my hands guiding her hips.
"Put your hands behind your back and lift that ass in the air for me," I instruct, commanding.
Elowen complies, her body arching in a way that would make my heart race, if it could.
I take a moment to admire the view, my fingers tracing the curve of her spine, feeling her hips in my hands.
My love lies before me, her body arched and vulnerable, her hands crossed behind her back as instructed.
Her face is pressed flush against the side of the duvet, gasping, after her orgasm.
The sight of her, so completely at my mercy, launches my blood-lust into oblivion.
I stand up and cross the room to my drawer, retrieving a length of soft, black ribbon.
Returning to her side, I gently take her wrists in my hands, feeling her pulse race beneath my touch.
I wrap the ribbon around her wrists, securing her hands together with a delicate bow, ensuring it's tight enough to hold but not too tight to cause discomfort. I can leave marks in other places, but not where she can’t conceal it.
Leaning across her body, pressing my piercings against her ass, I whisper in her ear, "Remember your safe words and signals, Elowen. Use them if you need to.” I plant a kiss on her head before continuing, “I’m going to destroy you and leave your slick on every surface in this fucking room as proof.
" Elowen shudders beneath me, a mix of anticipation and fear coursing through her.
I guide her knees together, feeling her muscles tense as I tie her ankles with another length of ribbon, securing them.
Finally, I retrieve the panty gag from the bedside, the soft fabric a stark contrast to the intensity of the moment.
I gently place it in her mouth, feeling her lips part to accommodate it.
Her eyes meet mine, wide and trusting, as I secure it in place.
She allows the fabric to bunch in her mouth enough to keep her mouth slightly agape.
Just enough to spit out if she so wishes.
With Elowen bound and gagged, her body is mine.
I position myself behind her, returning to my kneeled position to better reach her.
I start slowly, my tongue tracing a path up the back of her thigh, feeling her muscles jerk at the sensation. I can hear her muffled moans through the gag, her body responding to my mouth.
"Such a good girl for me," I murmur, dragging my words, low and approving. "You're behaving so well." I continue my exploration, my tongue and fingers working in tandem, drawing out her pleasure until she’s trembling beneath me.
I move a bit higher, my tongue tracing a path up her ass, feeling her tense slightly. I touch my tongue to her asshole, feeling her shiver as a chill shoots across her skin. I can hear her gasp, the sound only slightly muffled by the gag, her body responding to the unexpected sensation.