Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
He moves toward me once more, and I notice he’s holding a blindfold. “Are you okay with having your eyes covered?”
“Yes, Sir.” I play the submissive for him because I know he loves it when I call him that. I love when I call him that. It gives me pleasure when I please him. He continues to tie the soft material around my head, stealing my vision, and soon, I’m blinded from watching him.
I hear his jeans shuffling as he moves, and when he’s close, I feel his heat. His hands grab mine, and the smooth, soft leather clips around my wrists as he ties them both and tugs them above my head. In seconds, I’m bound to something on the ceiling, one of the chains I’m guessing.
I’m left shivering once more when he leaves me. My legs are kicked apart when he returns, and a spreader bar is locked around my ankles. The anticipation is causing me to twist and tremble.
“Mmm, I can smell you, little one,” he tells me from somewhere in the room. I’m guessing he’s still kneeling before me. “So fucking delicious.” His voice has turned to gravel, dark and sensual, and it caresses me everywhere. Suddenly, his mouth is at my ear. I can feel the hot breath from his lips, and the words are whispered over my neck. “I’m going to make you come, hard, so many times, until you’re nothing more than a mess pleading for my cock.”
Every nerve ending in my body comes alive, sparking and crackling like a live wire, and I can’t stop the whimper that falls free from my lips. I want everything he’s offering and more. I need it, crave it.
“Please, Sir,” I beg, and I realize it will be the first of many pleas tonight.
He moves again, and silence takes his place. Moments pass. I don’t know how long I’m standing here, bound, helpless, at his mercy, but I’ve never been more liberated in my life.
A shadow passes the blindfold, then I hear it. A soft whir of a vibrator hums to life, and another shiver of need shoots through me. I’m wet already. There’s no need to touch me because just the anticipation is enough to turn me inside out.
As the vibrating object is placed on my neck, I jump in shock. It’s small, probably only the size of a Sharpie, but the intensity with which it vibrates is powerful. Gideon moves it along my nape, over my shoulder, and down to my left nipple, causing me to mewl out loud.
He inches it along my cleavage toward the right nipple, and both hardened buds are aching for attention. For his mouth. But he doesn’t offer me relief, he continues his teasing way down my torso, to my belly button, which makes me whimper for more.
He focuses on that area for a little while before he drops the vibrator down to my mound, and my clit throbs for a touch, something, anything. But Gideon is torturing me.
“Do you like teasing me, little one?” he questions when I try to buck my hips, but it doesn’t work. “Because I like taunting you.” There’s a smile in his voice, thick and heavy, like syrup being drizzled over pancakes. I’m already a sticky mess from just the ministrations he’s attacked my body with.
“I didn’t mean to, Sir,” I tell him. Knowing he’s talking about the moment on the couch earlier when I flashed him my panties, hoping he’d offer me attention.
“You like to make me hard. Don’t you, Clover?” he murmurs in my ear as the vibrator moves to my inner thighs, missing my pussy completely and earning him a mewl of agony. All I need is a whispered touch, but he doesn’t do it. The whir moves over my thigh, up to my hip and toward the opposite side, teasing and taunting its way over my flesh.
I can feel myself dripping now. My arousal is sticky and warm against my body, and I want so badly to squeeze my thighs together, but the spreader bar makes sure I can’t. It forces my legs wide, and I drop my head back and plead with him.
“Oh, God, please, Sir, I need to come,” I tell him, I tell the room, but he doesn’t relent. He enjoys toying with me like this. A soft swat of his hand lands on my ass cheek, causing me to yelp. With the vibrations and the harshness of the spank, my body is shaking uncontrollably.
Another swat and more of the toy attacks me, as he moves it closer and closer to my core. It’s inches away from my clit, and I bite my lip to keep from screaming. I need more, I need it inside. I want to be full.
“Tell me, little Clover. What do you need right now?” My mind goes blank, and my body is shaking as Gideon presses the tiny vibrator harder against my mound, which only intensifies the feeling that’s twisting in my gut. It’s coiling like a serpent, ready to attack me the moment he inches down.