Page 14 of Crimson Vows

I trace my fingers over the base of his cock, feeling the wetness seeping from his tip.

“Is this what you want?” I whisper, my lips brushing against his thigh.

He nods.

Finally, I take him in my mouth, savoring the taste and feel of him as I tease him further. My lips move slowly and steadily, my tongue dancing within my mouth. I can feel him growing harder, his breaths becoming more ragged.

Marco’s body tenses, his hips lifting slightly as he tries to push deeper into me.

“Holy shit.” The desperate words escape him.

I release him, my lips glistening from the taste of his desire.

“I need to touch you,” he pleads, reaching for me, limited by the range of the restraints on the swing.

I step back, wanting to savor this moment and see the yearning in his eyes.

Moving closer to his hand, he can brush against my skin. The sensation is electric, sending shivers down my spine. His hands reach my breasts, cupping them. His thumb brushes over my nipples, sending a jolt of desire through my body. I arch my back, offering myself to him, my body begging for more.

“You’re so beautiful,” Marco whispers, his eyes locked onto me.

I can feel his desire coursing through him, and I’m more than ready to give in to it.

“Show me how much you want me,” I say.

“How do you want me to do that?” he asks, his voice low and seductive.

“I want you to trust me enough to allow me to do whatever I want to you,” I answer.

His eyes show that he’s attempting to understand, trying to make sense of this uncharted territory he finds himself in. But something in his gaze tells me he’s ready to take this leap with me.

With cautious hesitance, he nods.

I walk across the room and open the doors to the armoire, an interior light flicking on to reveal my treasure chest inside. I glance over my shoulder to see Marco watching me intensely. My eyes take stock of all my goodies inside, and I lift a hand to run my fingertips across them. A flogger, riding crop, a collection of blindfolds and handcuffs, but then I come to the items that brought me over here in the first place. I collect the necessary items to make this an experience Marco will always remember. Any man who wants to marry me will have to be willing to push his boundaries like he never has.

“What’s that?” Marco asks, eyeing me apprehensively as I step into the device and pull it up into place.

I turn so that he can see it better. “This is a strap-on.”

Marco swallows hard, his eyes taking in the sight of the apparatus before looking back at me. A mix of desire and fear is evident in his expression. “Wait,” he says softly, his voice shaking. “I’ve never—”

“Don’t worry.” I interject. “We don’t start with this. We start with this,” I explain, lifting up a small handheld toy that is sleek and designed for more entry-level anal pleasure. I show it to him, a silent question in my gaze. His lips part in a soundless, “I don’t know.”

“Will you trust me?” I ask again, watching his face for his reaction.

“Yes,” he whispers, his eyes locked on mine, filled with trust and uncertainty. With the other hand, I grab a bottle of lube and step forward, brushing our bodies together.

Looking him in the eyes, I tell him, “I’ll take it slow, okay?”

He nods.

Coating the narrow toy in a liberal amount of lube, I ask, “You ready?”

“I hope so.” He chuckles apprehensively.

I step back slightly, and with one hand on the swing’s frame and the other holding the device, I slowly begin to insert the toy.

Marco’s breath hitches, his eyes widening as he watches me. I never look away from him. I go slow, inching the toy inward ever so slightly with each pump, allowing the lube to do its work. His stomach muscles flex in response to the sensation. He’s powerless, suspended in front of me; his best option is to surrender to me.

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