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I reached behind the back of my head to undo the blindfold, but as I brushed my fingers against the knot of the fabric, Cole grabbed my wrists.
“No, no. That stays on,” Cole said firmly.
I groaned.
Cole led me over to the bed, positioning me so that I was sitting at the edge. He laid me back, spreading my legs so my molten core was on display for him. I felt so wonderfully vulnerable like this.
“Stay there,” he ordered.
I obeyed, holding still for a long, tense moment. When I felt his touch again, it spooked me. His hands brushed a tender path under my forearm. I heard the faint, tinny sound of a buckle opening before soft, buttery leather slid around one wrist, then the next. He tightened each cuff, checking the tension by slipping a finger underneath it.
“A belt?” I asked.
“Cuffs,” he said. “I used the opportunity of buying new furniture to outfit our bed with a bit more...mmm...hardware.”
I could hear the smile in his voice as he smoothed his hands down my arms to my breasts, where he gave them a deep knead. “Is this okay?” he asked as I writhed beneath his hands, my wrists pulling taut against the restraints. “Do you still feel safe and in control?”
“Mmm...hmm…” I moaned, trying to make my mouth form words.
He pressed my hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Answer me, sweetheart. I need to know you’re okay.”
“I f-feel safe,” I whimpered.
“Good,” he said, flicking my other aching nipple.
I squirmed under his attentions, arching my back. “More, please,” I begged, my voice barely above a whisper.
I felt Cole’s lips kiss me gently, moving silkily against mine. I couldn’t help but lean into him, seeking the comfort of his love. His hands softened, and he returned to that gentle pawing of my breasts.
“Let’s take this slow,” he said. “I want to savor every second.”
“I don’t know if I can’t wait any longer,” I replied. “I feel like I could come just from just you touching me like this.”
He withdrew his hands and kissed me again. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he said. “Just because I said we’re taking our time doesn’t mean you only get to come once. In fact, I want you to come multiple times tonight. If I have to fuck you until your thighs are raw, I will.”
“Oh,” I breathed.
He vanished again, and once more, I was left in darkness, anticipating, wanting. When he touched me again, it was a slow kiss on the inside of my thigh, the scruff of his groomed beard tickling the sensitive skin there.
With the next kiss, he slid his fingers inside me and slowly pumped them in and out, spreading them apart each time he pulled out, drawing them against every surface inside me.
I wanted to touch him and forgot I couldn’t. I tugged my arms and heard the solid clang of the strap against the bed. Cole chucked against my thigh, then suddenly added a third finger to the first two, picking up a steady rhythm.
I felt every delicious inch of his thick, velvety fingers moving in and out of me. He worked slowly, taking his time to tease and torment me, knowing how much I craved his touch. His expert fingers curled and pinched, finding all the secret buttons deep within me.
My hips bucked wildly, trying to match his rhythm, driven by the need to climax. His pace never faltered, nor did the intensity. As I felt the pressure building within me, I realized it wasn’t about reaching an orgasm. It was about losing myself completely to the sensations he was creating in my body.
The pleasure Cole brought me, both physical and emotional, was beyond anything I had ever experienced. I began to lose track of reality, my senses overwhelmed with his touch. Every inch of my body felt alive with the most intense sensations, as though each of my cells were vibrating with excitement. Cole had taken his time, allowing us to immerse ourselves in the act. And now, it seemed, he was determined to take full advantage of my heightened state.
Just as I was about to reach climax, he put his mouth on my clit and circled it slowly with his tongue. I came, but he didn’t stop. He continued fucking me with his mouth and his fingers while my hips bucked uselessly. I became so over-stimulated that I used my heels to shuffle away from him.
He laughed, letting me flee as shockwaves of pleasure coursed through my body. My arms bent around my head as I squeezed my thighs together, trying to ride out the overwhelming feeling of being pushed beyond the brink.
“I thought that might happen,” he remarked.
He seized my ankle and pulled me back until my hips were at the edge of the bed. He scooped his hand under the small of my back and placed a pillow under my hips. A moment later, another leather cuff was strapped around my upper thigh.
I fought this time, not because I was frightened, but because I wasn’t ready to experience more pleasure. Any more, and it would encroach into pain.
