Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
The table still holds some of our dinner dishes, but with a flourish I slide it over without so much as jarring them.
“Your ceilings are low as well.” I step on a chair and grab the hanging plant, setting it gently on the table. “Where’s that crème brûlée?”
“In the fridge, but I have to do the topping.”
“Not tonight. Tonight, I want only the cream.” I raise an eyebrow. “Though I know it won’t be as delicious as your cream.”
She squirms, squeezing her thighs together. Her nipples are so hard they may pop off.
“Hold out your wrists.”
She obeys. I wrap the bindings around them in an intricate pattern, securing her tightly but not so tight as to be uncomfortable. Two strips of silk—a little over two feet long, by my estimation—hang from her wrists to secure her to the hook in the ceiling.
“Don’t you need to measure?” she asks.
I shake my head and then meet her gaze. “I never miss.”
I step on the chair once more and secure the other ends of the restraints to the hook.
“Good?” I ask.
She has a little slack, and her feet are flat on the floor, about fifteen inches apart. “Yeah. Good.”
I move the chair out of the way. “You’re going to stand there, Skye. You’re going to stand there quietly. No talking. And you’re going to take what I dish out.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
I walk around until I’m out of her vision. Then—
“Oh!” she squeals as my palm comes down on her ass.
“No talking!” I slap her harder this time, making my hand sting in that way that coils through me and lands in my groin.
She presses her lips together.
“You have the most beautiful ass, Skye. I still haven’t had the pleasure of fucking it.”
Does she remember? That night, we were supposed to…
“Not tonight,” I say. “Soon, but not tonight.”
I pick up the dish of crème brûlée. I stick my finger into the cream, swirl it around, and then hold it to her lips. “Taste.”
She licks my finger clean. Her tongue is soft against my flesh. My whole body responds with a shudder as I imagine the lushness of the dessert in her mouth, sliding down her throat.
I twirl my finger in the cream again, and this time I taste it. A low growl rises from my chest. It’s delicious. The only thing more creamy and delectable is Skye herself.
She pulls against her bindings.
“Don’t,” I say. “Don’t resist. You’re mine, bound and ready for my pleasure.”
She nods.
Into the cream goes my finger once more, but this time I smear it over one of her nipples. The heat of her skin melts the thick cream, and it dribbles down over her large breast.
My cock is ready to burst again. “You look so enticing.”
I smear the other nipple with cream as well, and soon it’s melting down her abdomen, heading toward her pussy.
Next, I do something completely off brand for me. I scoop all of the crème brûlée out of the dish and cover her body with it. I fingerpaint her, cream sliding down my forearms onto my cotton shirt.
“You’re scrumptious,” I say. “Covered in thick and gooey sweetness. And now I’m going to lick every bit off of you.”
I lower my head and lick one nipple, slurping and sucking.
I suck and eat custard from both nipples. It’s smooth, velvety, luxuriously creamy, and it floats over my tongue like a soft whisper of silk, rich and delicate, leaving behind a trace of warmth and sweetness. I travel downward, but I avoid her clit. I suck the cream from her inner thighs, her calves, even the tops of her feet.
“Delicious.” I swipe my tongue over my lips.
She squirms.
I know what she wants.
I want it, too.
“Did I miss something?” I ask innocently.
I let her squirm for a few more moments as I savor the thought of what’s to come.
Finally, I slide my tongue between her legs.
I love to eat pussy.
I especially love to eat Skye’s pussy. She’s wet and ripe and so, so delicious. She stands, bound, not suspended but nearly, as I lick her, tantalize her, eat her as if she’s a feast.
And she is.
A mouthwatering feast.
She slides into a climax, and then another. I lick, and I lick, and I lick. I suck her clit between my lips and jam two fingers inside her.
She comes once more.
“Braden!” she cries out. “Braden, I love you! I love you so much!”
“I love you, too, Skye. Only you.”
…
Skye and I share a shower so she can wash the sticky crème brûlée off her body. I didn’t take her after her ultimate orgasm, so I lift her in my arms and fuck her hard against the shower wall, and another orgasm shoots out of her.
I thrust harder, her back slapping against the wet tile in the shower. “Fuck, Skye. Fuck, you feel so good.”