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I do.
"Now let it out." He guides me through a series of breathing exercises, at the end of which my body seems to have turned into a puddle. I don’t even feel the knots around my legs, except for the pleasant stretch on my hamstrings. And when he pulls me up so I’m sitting on my heels, I don’t protest. Not even when he twists one arm, then the other, so they’re folded over the small of my back. He passes the ropes around my upper arms and chest, then loops them around my wrists. When he tightens the ropes, I realize the position causes my breasts to thrust out. Also, my knees are spread wide enough for my clit to be bared, and because I’m balanced on my knees he can access my forbidden back hole. The position feels natural enough that I could hold it for hours. Which is the effect he was going for.
"You should see how you look, tied up, with my ropes marking your skin, with your flesh curving around my knots. It’s the most erotic thing ever." He walks around to the other side of the bed, so he’s facing me. Then drags his gaze down my body. "Fucking hell, you’re a vision, Belle."
Color heightens his cheeks. His chest rises and falls. And when my gaze is drawn to his crotch, I find him erect and hard, with his cock standing up against his stomach. It also looks even bigger than earlier. Like seeing me tied up is lending an added stimulus to his arousal. I know the way he’s watching me is definitely boosting my horniness.
Then his brow furrows. "Something's missing."
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Mira
He moves away only to return with a bowl in his hand. He scoops up something and holds it out. "Open."
My pussy clenches at once. Only he could turn that one word into something so salacious, I feel like he’s talking about other holes in my body. I part my lips, and he slides his finger over my tongue. I'm overcome by the dark taste of chocolate, the tanginess of cherries, the sweet taste of brandy, the bite of citrus, and the hint of apple. "Christmas pudding?" I frown.
"I’m going to decorate you with it."
"You’re joking."
He tilts his head, a serious look on his face as he takes measure of my body.
Not joking, then.
He scoops up some more of the mixture, then draws a circle around my breast, before dabbing it on my nipple. He does the same with the other side. He continues to trace sticky lines down my stomach before filling my belly button with the gooey stuff. I wriggle, but he shoots me a glare. "Stay still."
Of course, I oblige. How can I not when the dominance in his voice brooks no argument. He smears the concoction on the skin above my pussy, then down the crease of my inner thigh. I squirm, but when he makes a warning noise at the back of his throat, I freeze. He rubs some of it over the tops of my thighs, coming close to my core, but never touching my pussy.
"Eddie," I whine.
"What do you need, Belle?" He raises his gaze to mine.
"You know what I want."
"You need to ask for it."
I scowl. He dabs some of the pudding on the tip of my nose, then across my lower lip.
"Those are not the only lips I want you to touch," I plead.
"Ask me." He brings his finger to his mouth and sucks his digit. And when he pulls it out, it makes a popping sound that kickstarts a flurry of activity in my lower belly.
"Okay, fine, can you please touch my pussy?"
"And?’
"My cunt."
"And—"
I swallow. "I don’t want that stuff to stain your bed."
"I’ll lick it up before that happens."
"Oh," I gulp audibly. He’s going to lick this off my body. He’s going to lick all the parts where he’s rubbed in this icky mixture. It shouldn’t turn me on further, but oh god, it does. He’s going to stuff his tongue into all the nooks and crevasses of my body and I…want him to. "Put it in my pussy," I mumble.
"I didn’t hear you." His lips curl a little at the edges. He’s smirking. Ugh, and that only makes him hotter, and I’m tired of all this teasing.
