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“Think, sweetheart.” Little blows rain across my sensitive thighs, across my breasts again, one hitting my engorged nipple and sending little tremors pulsing through my pussy. Someone’s moaning. I think it might be me. “Still don’t know? I’ll have to acquaint you with it soon. When I order you to kneel and unfasten my pants.”
“A belt!”
Just as my brain synapses fire just enough to get the word out, he gently whacks my sex and I scream as my clit throbs. I want…no, I desperately need the release that is hovering just out of my reach.
“Please.” My voice is raw and needy.
If he hears me, he doesn’t acknowledge it, and I hear the clatter of the belt hitting the tile floor, his footsteps, and the sound of something being opened and then closed.
The cold droplets hitting my stomach are shocking.
“Ice.” My breath is jagged, my voice hoarse.
“Very good.”
There’s another cold drop followed quickly by another, and then another. The anticipation—not knowing when it will land, or where—creates a deliciously heady concoction of wild excitement. He tugs lightly on the string between my tied nipples, pulling them erotically, and I gasp as my pussy pulses in rhythm.
“I wonder how the ice will feel against your beautifully engorged nipples.”
His words have the desired effect, and I writhe against the restraints, wanting to escape the cold torture yet craving it in equal measure. But the choice isn’t mine. Firmly bound to the bed, I have no say. It’s up to Noah, and that’s oddly intoxicating. Cold droplets trickle over my now-sensitized nipples, and although the feeling is more intense on my breasts, so is the resulting pleasure. Need and craving curl in my belly, and I want to close my legs to alleviate the ache of longing. I want…something. His tongue, his fingers, his cock. Release. But I’m at his mercy. My pleasure is his to give or deny. Or prolong until I’m a wet and needy mess.
He scrapes the edge of the ice cube over each nipple, rumbling his approval as they tighten into hard points. He slowly trails the ice down my torso, and my body twists and lifts off the bed as much as the restraints allow. He circles my belly button, letting the water pool there before his warm tongue laps it up. I seriously don’t know how much more I can take. Ice drops fall onto my needy clit, and I almost come undone. And then…nothing.
I lie in the darkness, every sense heightened. He’s right. Unable to see or move, I feel every breath, every caress, every emotion, so intensely. And every silence without his touch like it’s an eternity. Little tendrils of panic are licking at my composure when his voice, right next to me, breaks the silence.
“If only you could see yourself right now like I see you. So beautifully feminine. So vulnerable and exposed. It makes my cock hard.”
His blunt confession should sound crude, but instead, the raw words thrill me.
“I want to keep you here just like this, captured and mine to use in every way I can imagine. And I have a very vivid imagination.”
I whimper. It’s all becoming too much. I want more than I ever dreamed possible.
His warm mouth closes over one breast, and he teases it gently with his tongue before he moves to the other one. The heat of his mouth on my chilled skin feels exquisite, and I moan with pleasure. I can feel the upward curve of his lips at the sound as they follow the trail left by the ice, each kiss branding my skin.
When his lips have traversed every inch of my body, leaving me even wetter with wanting, he says, “One last guess, sweetheart.” I can feel the weight of his body between my spread legs where he has just kissed my pubic bone, and his breath is warm against my pussy.
“Please God, let it be your tongue,” I pray aloud.
Something warm swipes up the length of my slit, and I struggle for breath. His tongue is phenomenally talented. He flicks and licks and sucks and teases my clit until I’m sure I’m going to rip the fabric ties that hold me. I’m wild and mindless with my need. I’m desperate to feel him, to have him, to experience his thick, hard cock filling me.
He slides a finger into my dripping wetness without breaking stride with his tongue, and the combination of the wet heat of his mouth and the demanding intrusion, after the way he’s slowly built my arousal, is too much. I’m going to die. I’m lost somewhere in a void, spinning out of control. I want to tell him what I want. What I need. But I can’t form the words. My body begs for what my mouth can’t. He’s taken me to the edge, and I want to go all the way over, but I’m terrified, too. I’ve never felt this way before.
He doesn’t relent, and the need coils tighter and tighter in me as my muscles go rigid, every fiber of my being poised on the brink. Then, with one last flick of his tongue and thrust of his finger I hurtle over the edge, freefalling in a pleasure so intense, I don’t ever want to be in control again. My body shakes and shudders from the force of the orgasm.
He gives me several minutes to recover before he removes the blindfold. I try to focus, still lost in the dizzying throes of release. He’s smiling, but there’s hunger in his eyes. He kisses me softly, unties the floss from my breasts, and then releases each of the loops binding me to the bed. I lie there, boneless, unable to move, and the deep rumble of his laughter sends a surge of warmth over me.
“Roll over, sweetheart. I’ll work the kinks out. You’ve earned it.”
I mutely roll over, and as soon as his hands touch me, I feel like butter that’s been left out in the sun on a South Carolina summer day. Pearl Jam is playing on the small speaker Noah brought from the boat, and the haunting melody seems to slice open my soul, letting all my worries seep away. Noah’s hands are slick with oil, and he rhythmically strokes over my neck and shoulders, then down and up my arms, the strokes becoming deeper and longer as he moves down my back. He presses his chest against my back, his weight adding to the stroke of his hands, and I can feel his hard cock skim my ass. Thank God he wants me as much as I want him. I want to tell him that I need him now, need his cock inside of me, but the way his hands are moving over my body is hypnotizing, robbing me of any coherent thoughts.
He kisses my jaw lightly, then works his way down my spine, stopping to trace slow, languid circles over my lower back before moving back up, his breath warm against my skin. He presses his lips against that tender area just behind my ear before sucking my ear lobe into the wet heat of his mouth, and my sex comes alive again.
Keeping my ear lightly gripped between his teeth, his hand roves down to my butt, which he kneads with deep, satisfying strokes. Using his foot, he gently nudges my legs apart and lightly skims up and down my inner thighs, making me quiver. His low appreciative growl at my response warms me down to my toes.
With firm hands, he rolls me onto my back again, and I meet his hot gaze with my own. He reaches for the oil, and I watch as he squirts some into his hands, rubs his hands together, and then runs his hand between my breasts. He moves to my shoulders, working his way down my arms and back up, and I close my eyes, caught up in the hedonistic sensation. He skims over my breasts with the palm of his hand, and when he moves over my erect nipples I moan and push up into his hands, my breasts straining, desperate for his touch.
But he clearly likes to torture me, and he moves lower, never breaking contact, his hands constantly rubbing and kneading and massaging, the stimulation of his touch even more profound since my senses have been heightened from our sensory play beforehand. He speaks with his hands, and I know unequivocally that he wants me as much as I want him. Although I have never felt more relaxed, I’m breathing harder, and I gasp as he lifts my leg onto his shoulder, his lips skimming my inner thigh.
