Page 59 of Forbidden Mistress

Then, without warning, his tongue snakes out against my sex. My hips jump off the mattress, and if I weren’t tied down, I would have been launched into the stratosphere. My body jerks, tense, anticipating the sting of his teeth there in the tenderest of places. When that doesn’t come, I relax a little, my muscles unclenching slowly. His tongue tests the seam of my entrance, and I groan. He’s right where I need him.

“Yes,” I hiss. “Oh, my God.”

Like the expert he is, he rotates between sucking on my clit and thrusting his tongue inside me. In seconds, he has my body wound up so tight I actually forget to breathe for a second. Balling my hands into fists, I throw my head back. It’s the only range of movement I have. I squirm a little, but he reaches up and holds my hips down with both hands.

I’m his captive. A slave to his whim, his need.

Once he has me on the very edge of the precipice, seconds from climaxing, he pulls away abruptly, denying me that final release. My heart is racing and the breath sawing from my lungs when he pushes himself off the bed, but as the blindfold is still on, I can’t see where he’s going or what he’s doing.

I can hear his muted footsteps as he crosses the room and unzips something, his bag maybe?

“I brought several things to toy with you,” he says cryptically. “So far you’ve liked my surprises and I think you’ll like this next one, too.”

A few seconds later, I feel something soft, like strips of leather, against my thighs. I recognize the feel of it immediately—a leather flail. I saw one in his cabinet at Obscura.

My anxiety kicks up a notch. Will it be too much for me? Pain can be fun, but too much…my mind is immediately cast back to that moment in Obscura, when he was spanking me, hard. Too hard, too much, too fast. But he pulled back the second I’d told him to, and when I said I trust him, it was the truth.

Lightly, he brushes the strips across my thighs. Back and forth, back and forth, a little harder each time. “Relax your muscles,” he says gruffly. “Trust that I know your body. I know what you need.”

Swallowing, I nod. Taking a deep breath, I force my muscles to relax—again. I feel like I’m always doing that, but I’m new to this, so I guess it’s natural that I’d be a little apprehensive at first.

He pauses, brings the flail up, then back down on my inner thigh with a heavy slap. I cry out as pain slices through me, starting at the point of contact, then radiating throughout my body. I can feel it all the way to my fingertips. Then, just as another blow comes down on the same thigh, I feel his fingers push inside me again. With every thrust of his hand, there’s a bite of his flail on my flesh. Thrust, slap. Thrust, slap. Pretty soon, there’s no discernible difference between pleasure and pain. They’re entwined together, setting my blood on fire, pushing me toward climax.

“You are so fucking tight,” he growls. “I need to feel this sweet cunt milking my cock.”

I’m so lost in sensation that I’m beyond speaking, completely lost to the pleasure and pain he’s inflicting on my body. I close my eyes and inhale, so close to my climax. I bite my bottom lip to hold out as long as I can.

Then, all of a sudden, his hand is gone. The flail is gone. I hear the rustle of fabric, and the bottom of the mattress dip as he settles himself between my spread thighs. He brushes the tip of his huge cock along the seam of my entrance, toying with my wetness, and I practically come out of my skin. The sensations swirling inside me are going to drive me insane if he doesn’t do something about it soon.

“Please,” I beg shamelessly. “I need you to fuck me.”

“Do you want my come inside you, Little Fawn?”

God. Fuck. He knows I do. This is a sick game. “Yes,” I croak, twisting against my restraints.

“Tell me a secret,” he whispers. “Something no one else knows. Do that, and I’ll give you my cock.”

My mind scrambles for something, anything, to throw out at him. But I must be too slow because he says, “You kissed your stepbrother tonight.”

I stiffen in shock.

How does he know that?

He chuckles. “I’m always watching, Little Fawn.” He leans over me, and I can feel his large body hovering above mine. “But what I want to know is…did you enjoy it?”

“No,” I say quickly.

I can feel him pull away from me as if looking into my face, and I want to cry out.

“Don’t lie to me,” he says firmly. “I know when you’re lying.”

I swallow. I’ve never admitted this to anyone but myself, and saying it out loud feels wrong somehow. But…God, he’s going to pull away if I’m not honest. “Yes,” I say. “I enjoyed it.”

Fuck. Now he knows how depraved I really am. And I’ve also violated our agreement to be exclusive to him for the months we’re together. Is he angry with me?

I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance again. “You let him touch you, fondle you. Did you want his cock?”

“Yes,” I say quietly. A tear rolls down my cheek. I don’t know why I’m crying. Maybe it’s just the realization of how fucked up I really am inside. Because this lust I’ve felt for Liam didn’t just start tonight.

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