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“Do you trust me?” he asks, and I lick my lips.
“Yes.” Entirely. No doubt whatsoever.
I watch his eyes trailing over my restrained wrists and ankles as he undresses.
“We’re gonna spend the night here,” he says, heat and lust lacing through his husky voice. If I get any wetter, I will need a towel.
Kieran puts some music on and opens a drawer. He brings them out, holding them up to show them to me. Hidden are so many toys: vibrators, ropes, cuffs, some things I don’t even recognize. He returns to my side with a bag he drops on the bed.
He squirts some massage oil and his hands glide over my body, relaxing me and setting me on fire at the same time. I gasp as he presses a button, and I am lifted from the bed, my legs parting on their own.
How I must look, spread so wide for him. Ready. Eager. Wanton. His hands glide down my folds, massaging my cheeks, spreading my wetness down my thighs. His thumb preps my back hole and my head falls back.
“Relax, princess.”
With his fingers in my pussy, and his thumb in my ass, it doesn’t take long for me to come, exploding like a firework.
“I want you to count how many times you come for me tonight,” he says, gripping my waist and thrusting inside of me.
I come for the second time. In my haze, I return to my senses on the bed and he sets himself between my legs. A chain dangles from his fingers.
“Nipple clamps.”
My nipples get hard at the visual, but more so after he puts his mouth on them, sucking them into pointed tips. My body has liquefied. The clamps bite my nipples, and I hiss, the chain laying heavy on my stomach.
I am a sucker for that pleasure and hint of pain, craving it like the addict he has turned me into. I writhe as he attaches another clamp to my clit. His fingers caress along my thighs as he peppers kisses along the valley of my breasts down to my pussy, tugging at the chain. I strangle the sheets, feeling like I will surely die of sensual overdrive.
“You’re doing so good, princess.”
An electric jolt goes through me, and I pant, buck, die and am reborn in pleasure.
“How does it feel?” He chuckles, and I open my mouth to answer, but another jolt goes through me.
He thrusts inside of me at the exact moment the jolt starts again, and I scream, another orgasm ripping through me.
My breath hitches. A sheen of sweat dampens my forehead, my throat dry from all the crying out. He straddles my face and tips a bottle of champagne over my lips. It flows in a decadent river and then he dips his cock in my mouth. I drink a sip of champagne and then I slurp on his cock. Over and over again. I am drunk, so drunk on the sensations.
“How many?”
“Three,” I say, riding the aftershocks.
His fingers push away the hair sticking to the side of my face. “Just three?”
“Kieran... oh my God. I see freaking stars.”
“That’s not enough. I want you to see the beginning of the universe.”
He takes the clamps off, and my nipples sting, but he sucks on them in a soothing motion. How can I still want more?
He uncuffs me, and I lie on the bed, dazed, halfway in euphoria.
“Ready for more?”
I nod because I want—no, I need—to get whatever he offers me. All of it. Everything and more. Reading about sex is one thing, but experiencing it is something else entirely.
“Hold your knees up.”
I follow his instructions, and he slaps my pussy. I buck up moaning and see the satisfaction on his face at my reaction. I don’t know which one of us is dirtier, me for liking this or him for discovering my deepest darkest fantasies and giving them to me.
