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“I’m going to give you the best night of your life,” he promises in a whisper, his lips grazing mine. My breath escapes me as my eyes slip closed, and I angle my face to feel those heavenly lips in a deeper way. He’s gone, though, leaving me with goosebumps and cold air.
When my eyes open again, he gestures for me to walk in ahead of him, and I do. The room inside is dimly lit with large floor to ceiling glass cases lining the walls. The cases house what seems to be every sex toy known to man, from whips, paddles, and crops, to anal plugs, dildos, and wands. I want to go through the drawers that are on each case, but Stefan leads me to the back of the room where a king size bed is pushed against the wall.
On the way, we pass a giant wooden X with chains attached to every end, a black leather table that reminds me of the beds at my gynecologist’s office, something that looks like a swing, and a stripper pole. There is a corner that opens up and bends just at the foot of the bed, leading somewhere else. I wonder what’s back there.
The silk sheets on the bed are neatly pulled tight and tucked into the sides of the mattress. There are metal chains hanging from small, steel loops at each corner of the steel headboard and footboard.
I feel Stefan step up behind me, his chest pressed into my back. His fingers slip under the straps of my dress just like before, sending a jump through my stomach and goosebumps down my arms. My nipples harden from exposure as he slides my dress down and lets it fall into a pool at my feet.
His hands are warm and rough as he moves them from my hips, over my stomach, to my breasts. I lean my head back against his shoulder letting my eyes fall closed, gasping softly. He takes advantage of the position and uses his lips and tongue to trace the base of my neck all the way up to my ear and then back down again, his beard stimulatingly abrasive against my skin. I stumble as he pushes me towards the bed and turns me around to face him. His eyes are like slow burning flames, intensely deepening from sapphire blue to a bottomless black.
“Remember the rules?” he asks.
“Yes,” I gasp, not even realizing I’m leaning into his full lips until his hand on my stomach stills me.
“Recite them,” he says, that same hand on my stomach pushing me backwards until the back of my legs hits the smoothness of the silk covered mattress. My mind is mush as I try to reel it back in to just moments before when he told me what the rules are.
“Um,” I mumble, watching the way his tongue traces his bottom lip before disappearing behind his teeth again. What am I saying?
“Use my safeword,” I whisper, trying hard and failing hard to unscramble my brain. His smile is knowing as it creeps across his face. “Don’t come?”
“Don’t come what?” he asks, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him.
“Um,” I mumble, desperately reaching for any kind of recollection. I have nothing.
He tsked, shaking his head. “You’ll learn to listen soon.”
In just a few minutes, I’m starfished across the mattress, each wrist and ankle cuffed by the long chains on the corners of the bed. Stefan spreads my legs more, bends my knees, and then presses them up against my shoulders. His hair tickles my navel as he settles between my legs.
His breath is hot as he lingers just above my pussy, sending aching throbs through me. I grind my hips, attempting to catch his lips, but his hands are unmovable steel against my pelvis. He teasingly presses kisses to the top of one thigh before moving over my pussy just low enough for his bottom lip to graze my clit and kissing my other thigh. I groan, failing to move his hands that pin me down as he repeats the process again and again.
Finally, after what feels like years, I jump from the sudden feel of his tongue. I’m a trembling mess of moans as I beg him to kiss me there, to lick me there. He teases the very tip of me, grazing me with his tongue without any pressure. I’m going to die. I know I am.
“Will you be a good girl for me?” he asks against my skin.
“Yes!” I cry, “Yes, please, Stefan. Please.”
“What’s rule number one?”
I groan long and frantically, arching my back and snatching against the cuffs that bind my wrists. If my hands were uncuffed, I could grip his hair and grind my satisfaction free against his mouth.
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
“Use my safeword,” I practically pant, rearing up and trying to press myself more into his mouth to get more pressure from the teasingly light touch of his hot tongue.
“Good girl,” he says softly, kissing me fully before swirling his tongue in two full circles catching every nerve I could possibly have right there.
“Ah!” I cry out, elation ripping through me as I yank against my cuffs. He stops.
“Rule number two?”
Gasping, I kick against the mattress thinking my hips will be stronger, strong enough to knock his hands off, but he shoves me back down with a growl.
“Number two, little cat.”
“I don’t know!” I snap, furious with frustration. His tongue snakes out fully, snatching an embarrassingly loud moan from me before disappearing again. I want to scream and punch and scream some more. I wish he’ll bring his stupid face closer so I can slap the shit out of him for doing this to me.
“Rule number two: do not disobey me. Repeat it.”
