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“Go, Princesa, I’ve got it.” Vincent kissed my cheek before slapping my ass pushing me away.
“I can?—”
He gave me a pointed look and as much as I wanted to disobey, I walked away seeing Easton walking down the hallway. I followed him, hearing the shower turn on before I walked into the bedroom. Not knowing what else to do, I tried to climb on the bed, but before I could I throw myself on it, Easton’s body pressed against my back.
“Can we play?” His voice was gruff and low against my neck.
I could hear his desperation.
“Always,” I whimpered, as he unbuttoned my jeans, sliding his hand down my panties to caress my clit.
He playfully nipped at my neck before turning my face to kiss me, while he slowly stroked my clit. A part of me wanted to talk, but a part of me also wanted to help him work through whatever he was going through.
“Get naked, Bambi,” he said, sucking on my bottom lip. “Kneel on the mat by the shower.”
He pulled his hand out of my underwear and walked away. Moving as fast as I could, I stripped quickly, headed into the bathroom and almost fell on my ass. I took a deep breath before I kneeled down, expecting to wait a little while. Easton came into the bathroom, he opened the shower doing something before closing the door.
“Always a vision, Noemi,” he said, squatting in front of me. “Hands.”
He took my wrists, latching a thick metal cuff around my wrist. They looked like handcuffs, but they were thick, almost more barbaric looking. The chain in between was chunky, about a foot apart or a little more. They were also heavy.
I wanted to say something, but the anticipation made me squirm more and I liked the suspense.
“Arms around my neck,” he instructed.
It was hard to make sure he wasn't hit with the metal, until he helped me then picked me up. He kissed me as he walked into the shower. The water was almost too hot, making me gasp as he put us under the spray. It took me a minute to adjust, but once I did, the water felt good over my body.
“Hands up,” he ordered after we kissed for a few minutes, turning us to the wall.
I put them up as he hoisted me a little higher when I felt the chains hook around something. Looking up I noticed a metal hook sticking out, wondering if this was its true purpose, instead of a loofah holder like I thought it was.
He let me go and my toes were the only things touching the floor, making my entire body strain from trying not to hang. My pulse kicked up when he stepped back, for a moment. I thought he might leave me like this.
“Noemi, you’re my every fantasy come true,” he said smirking, before grabbing a glass of water and bringing it to his lips.
He took an ice cube in his mouth, setting down the glass and coming up to me to take my nipple into his mouth. I gasped as his cold mouth and ice cube made contact with my skin. My nipple pebbled immediately, the intense temperature change made my body flush, and he went onto the next nipple. I was prepared for the temperature difference, but it didn’t stop me from gasping.
Grabbing another ice cube, he kissed down my sternum, the cold making everything more intense, adding to my pleasure. He grabbed one more ice cube before getting on his knees, hitching a leg over his shoulder easing some of the pressure on my arms. I groaned, appreciating the help and once he licked my clit with his cold tongue, I pulled on the restraints again. The pain pushed me to new heights.
He inserted one finger into me while he licked and sucked on my clit. Easton ate pussy like it was a food group and he didn’t want to miss out on the fucking nutritional value. My body clenched from a wave of pleasure that coursed through me, almost pushing me over the edge.
“Baby,” I whined. “I’m so fucking close.”
“You call me, sir,” he growled against me, slapping my pussy before going back to sucking the life out of my clit.
“Sir!” I cried out, my orgasm cresting as I pulled on the restraint, relishing in the bit of pain that only intensified my orgasm.
“I love when you come on my tongue,” Easton sounded desperate, picking me up, slamming me on the wall, and thrusting into me.
I cried out, still feeling the aftershocks from my orgasm.
He thrusted into me, hitting that spot that had me clenching around him.
“Fuck, Noemi,” he cried out.
I whined, wanting to touch him, run my hands through his hair. The door to the shower opened and Vincent walked in. Easton was too busy fucking me to notice Vincent, and the shower was big enough that he wasn’t crowding us.
My stomach clenched as he watched us, stroking himself. Easton adjusted us, going deeper, fucking me slower but harder.
