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“Is that okay?” he asks.
I’m not sure. It’s not not okay, so I nod.
“Good girl,” he replies, giving one of the clamps a playful tug.
I breathe and focus on the novel feeling, which is amped up by my blindness. They are not painful, not quite, but they are full of sensation. It’s like adding a whole new layer of sensitivity to my breasts.
“Feels good,” I finally decide.
Nipple clamps, spreader bar, blindfold and restraints … I hope that’s all he’s bringing out of his bag, because I think this may be my limit for the night.
Suddenly, his lips are on mine, his tongue delving deep into my mouth, which I open wide. I want him to know that I am completely open to him.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he growls.
“I am yours, Alistair. I am yours and only yours.” I don’t want to belong to anyone else. Ever.
“Good girl,” he says, taking my face firmly in his hand. “You remember your safe word?”
Chapter 22
Take Me Any Way You Want To
“Yes,” I reply, hoping I won’t be needing it.
Slick with oil, my pussy pulsing, I kind of wish he’d just fuck me. The lazy, horny part of me just wants instant gratification, but that’s not Alistair’s style.
He pours more oil on my breasts, and then his hands are massaging me again, warm, slippery. His touch is firm, and I luxuriate in it. I wish I could lie here beneath him forever.
Alistair’s left hand is on my breast. His right travels down to my pussy, which is more than ready to accept it. His palm is on my mound, applying the perfect amount of pressure. Even though he’s not directly touching my clit, it throbs under his forceful hand. I arch my back, hoping he’ll press harder, hoping he’ll penetrate me, needing him to enter me and fill me up.
“Your fingers,” I say. "I want your fingers inside me."
I feel his fingertips at my entrance, and it gives me a quick mental flashback to the club. The surreal sex with the champagne bottle. It felt like a fantasy then, and it feels like one now. A thrill zips up my body.
His fingertips are still playing at my entrance, driving me crazy.
“Please,” I beg. “Inside me, now.”
“I love being inside you," he whispers. "But you're not ready yet."
"I am! I am, Alistair. Please."
Still, his fingers wait, gently massaging the opening that I’m wild for him to breach. I won't ask again. I realize he'll only do it in his own time, even if it drives me insane. With my wrists tied to the bed, I don't even have the option of touching myself. My pleasure relies solely on this delicious man.
I wonder what I can do to make him enter me. I bite down on the hunger that’s threatening to consume me.
Finally, he inserts just the tip of one finger. It is both welcome and frustrating. I need a lot more, a lot faster. I start moving my hips to get more of him inside, but my range of motion is compromised by the ligatures and the spreader bar. As my frustration mounts, something becomes clear in my mind.
I understand that I need to let go.
I need to relax my whole body, spread legs and all, and succumb to him.
With a deep exhalation, I lie back, willing my muscles to melt down into the mattress.
“Yes,” hisses Alistair. “You’re all mine.”
I nod.
