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Becca had designed a second dress for her, evening wear, she called it, but Ivy hadn’t seen the need to change from this gorgeous dress, and it seemed Miles had no intention of taking it off her either, much to her frustration.
“I’m not going to fuck you, Sin,” he warned, lying her on the large four-poster bed. “The first time you orgasm, the first time I’m inside you, it will be as my wife, as the woman I love. However, you disobeyed me, and that deserves punishment.” A wicked gleam sparkled in his eye as a sexy half-smile turned the corner of his lips. That smile did all manner of things to her.
Unspeakable, sinful things.
The drawer to the bedside table slid open. “You know, I would have liked to take you on this bed, but not to worry. What I have in mind will bemuchmore fun.” He glanced over his shoulder at her, causing her insides to flutter under the intensity of his gaze. “Under no circumstances are you allowed to come, Sin.”
“Yes, Master.” She lowered her eyes, placing her hands clasped on her lap, her teeth scraping across her bottom lip in anticipation. He’d already teased her, prevented her relief for his entire time away. She feared a single touch would undo her, his kiss was like a thousand torches, a mob laying siege to her defences.
“Stand up.” She did as commanded in one fluid, graceful movement. He reached out to take her hand, walking her a few paces forward. “I can never say this enough, you are breath-taking, Sin.” His firm hands traced down the corset, pulling her body to his as he found the hidden hooks and eyes that held the skirt into place. At once, Ivy knew the meaning of the hushed conversation and Becca’s secret smile. There was no way he’d have known about them, not without being told.
His hand threaded with hers again, helping her to step from the discarded skirt and leading her towards a large set of drawers that had been pulled away from the wall. His eyes fixed on hers, pine cones and glitter burning into the deepest parts of her soul, causing heat to ripple through her body. “Lie on your stomach.”
She did as instructed, noticing the ties pinned beneath the wooden drawers only as he kissed her wrists, securing soft leather restraints against her pale skin.
The drawers beneath her vibrated as Miles pulled something unseen from within, before securing her ankles with the spreader bar.
Her wrists jerked against the cuffs as his fingers slid between her folds, stimulating nerves that were desperate for attention after his no-self-love rule before leaving her for his last job. An order she’d only made worse with her video call, where he’d made her tease herself, but forbidden her release. She’d called him some colourful names when she realised her plan had backfired, leaving her aching more than before.
She moaned, trying her best to push into his touch without joy, until her body grew heavy as she sank into the drawers, relishing in the blissful teasing sensations. She could feel the slickness building on his fingers as he glided against her most sensitive areas. She let herself go, surrendering to the wondrous sensations, letting it wash over her, surround her, flood her with those blissful tingles until warmth and tension began to build inside her. Would it be so bad if she disobeyed just this once? If she failed to fight the urge? She was already so damn close, his touches too much, just a little more. Perhaps on this one occasion it was better to ask forgiveness rather than permission.
“Remember, Sin.” His deep tone came as a warning, almost as if he’d read her inner thoughts. She clenched her stomach muscles, driving back the building heat, trying to push it down, fighting the sensation she’d just moments ago wanted to surrender to. Just when she thought she was about to fail, he stopped.
No longer soft against the drawers, her taut body relaxed back into them. Sweat became a light sheen on her skin as the heat from within built and her breathing tried in vain to regulate her thrumming nerves. When the pulsing ache began to calm, he began his slow, methodical torture again. She’d lost count of the times she’d almost come. Lost count of how long he’d kept her on the edge, but she was so sensitive now. Even the slightest brush of her clit threatened to be her undoing.
The drawing of soft teasing rings against her sphincter only aroused her further before they intruded on the tight muscle, working it to relaxation as she groaned and begged, the burning ache giving way to the familiar sensations of pleasure.
“Since you didn’t wear the one I gave you this morning, I have another gift for you. This one, you’ll keep in until I tell you it can be removed. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” Her cheeks flushed at the thought of him not only inserting the larger butt plug inside her, but having to ask permission if she needed to use the bathroom between now, and when her punishment ended.
The hand-warmed lube spread against her ass. Forcing herself to relax, she calmed her breathing, preparing herself for the invasion.
“Good girl.” The tip of his chosen toy circled her anus for a second before she felt the pressure of it seeking entry. She breathed again, relaxing, pushing back as he held her in place, slowly working the plug. She gasped as the wider part invaded her, burning, hurting just a touch before the heat gave way to pleasure and her body sucked the rest in greedily as it narrowed, seating it in place. Ivy squirmed, feeling too full as the pressure inside her reminded her this was a punishment. There was no way she would forget this monster was seated inside her. She moaned as he swatted her ass, the blows coming in quick succession until she could feel the burning warmth that had turned her buttocks red. “So beautiful,” Miles complimented, his hands tracing the toned globe of her ass.
He disappeared for a moment, returning with a washcloth, cleaning her up, pulling the lace lingerie he’d slid aside back before releasing her and helping her back into the skirt part of her dress. Every movement caused the pressure inside her to shift. “Come now, Sin, you don’t want to miss the toasts. Then we have a plane to catch.”
A flood of warmth raced through her. He wanted her to sit through the speeches, a second time, and fly with this thing in? She dipped her head, linking his arms. “As you wish, Master.” She looked up at him with a smile, enough of a gesture to tease the softest of kisses from him. Soft or not, her body responded to his scent, his touch, yearning for him, forcing her muscles to contract tighter around the plug as a needy whine escaped her lips to be captured by his. She breathed his exhales as if they were the only thing keeping her alive, pressed herself against him, needing to be closer, needing more.
He peeled her from him, before she had the chance to turn his sweet, soft kiss into more. The smile on his lips told her he knew exactly the effect a single touch from him had. Just like she knew there had been nothing sweet about that kiss.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
First-class was beyond what Ivy had imagined. From what the leaflet said, it had large seats that became beds, space beyond what seemed possible, and food on a whole different level. Apparently, there was even an on-board chef.
She glanced up at Miles from the brochure describing the flight perks and smiled as he lounged comfortably across the large sofa in the private section of the first-class lounge he’d had reserved for them. At least he looked comfortable, which was more than could be said for her as she sat prim and proper, not wanting to move too much as the plug inside her continued to make itself known.
She had clung onto him like a vice as they worked their way through the airport. It seemed as if everyone’s eyes were on them, watching them. Being in the airport had assailed her with thoughts and memories she hadn’t expected.
For the briefest moment, she could see herself, sitting on the chairs, wringing her cardigan in her hands, waiting for Miles to arrive when she’d left for the Bahamas, recalling how time had ticked away both agonisingly slowly and painfully fast as she prayed he’d respond favourably to her letter and give them a chance.
She still remembered the feeling of his absence as she’d sat alone on the plane, how that flight had both condemned and saved her. A mix-up with her luggage and the theft of her bag before the adjoining flight was the only reason her friends had realised something was amiss.
If not for that, she dreaded to think what could have happened.
Her mind spiralled at the thought, a thousand scenarios cascading through her mind. But the frantic panic didn’t seize her, her breath didn’t freeze, and her pulse didn’t race. Instead, she went quiet, eyes cast down, detaching as her mind raced.
But Miles knew her too well. He’d seen the shift in her posture, the change of her demeanour. In response, he’d whisked her away into the large bathroom, edging her until all other thoughts but her need to orgasm dissolved. And still, he kept his promise, forbidding her that final relief, which was why she now sat trying not to squirm, or even move too much. Her nerves heated, her libido screamed with each movement of the plug against her sensitive walls, every movement sweet torture.
