Page 76 of Bound By Words

“Five,” I moaned, immediately regretting it, knowing the fifth strike hadn’t come yet. He quickly smacked the fleshy part of my ass, and I whimpered as Nathan leaned in toward me again.

“Six,” he grunted, massaging the sting out of my skin, his breath hot against my ear. “This next one is six.”

Nodding, I braced myself again, panting hard as his hand connected toward the inside of my thigh, the sting causing the wetness between my legs to be almost unbearable.

“Six,” I whispered as my legs started to shake, waiting for the last strike.

His breathing was hard behind me as he slowly kneaded the skin along my thigh, his fingers brushed the crease between my legs and made me gasp as his fingertips brushed my clit.

“One more,” he whispered against my ear, biting the lobe before disappearing again.

“Seven,” I cried out hoarsely at his last strike, my back bowed as my head dropped forward.

Nathan was immediately there, curling himself around me as his fingers pried mine off the edge of the coffee table. “Such a good girl,” he whispered as one hand cupped my neck loosely, forcing my head backward. The other slowly traced across my stomach, his fingertips dipping beneath my waistband. When he discovered I really hadn’t put panties back on, he groaned, his hand moving lower. “Or should I say, naughty girl? Feel how wet you are.”

My moan was almost obscenely loud as his fingers parted my folds, the tip of his finger slowly circling my overstimulated clit. “Are you ready for that one?” he asked as he nodded toward the table.

I knew Nathan had removed most of the purely sexual cards from the deck, wanting to ease me into this experience, but there was one card off to the side of the table lying face down that hadn’t been played. He’d quickly turned it over, pushed it to the side, and redrawn another card when he’d chosen it before.

“Yes,” I panted as he leaned forward, reaching over to grab the card.

“Read it to me,” he commanded as he pressed it into my hand, the movements of the fingers on his other hand not stopping.

“Fuck,” I exhaled in a harsh whisper as the pressure increased, stars dancing in my vision as the pleasure started to build. This entire game had been one extended game of foreplay, and I wouldn’t last long.

“That’s not what it says,” he chuckled, his teeth scraping my shoulder. “Although that is what I’m going to do to you.”

“Oh God,” I whimpered as I tried to process the words on the paper.

“Not my name either,” he laughed, pressing firmly on my clit, and rubbing circles that made my eyes cross. “Read the card, sunshine, or I won’t let you come.”

“DTF,“ I read, my voice almost a whimper. “Halt gameplay and engage in a mutually agreeable sex act.”

“Hmmm,” Nathan hummed, increasing the pressure of his hand on my throat. “Do you think this is a mutually agreeable sex act, or should we take this further?”

“Fuck, oh my God,” I moaned as he thrust two fingers inside me, slowly curling them and pressing against a place that had me arching my back.

“Yes or no, sunshine,” he whispered, the movement of his hand stopping. “Am I making you come like this? Or with my cock? Or both?”

“Oh,” I panted, neediness laced in my voice. “Make me come with...” My voice trailed off as he pressed his curled fingers firmly, making me jolt in his arms at the sensation.

“Hmm…” he hummed again, softly pressing his fingers against my G-spot and circling them so slowly it drove me insane instead of getting me closer to coming. “That wasn’t an answer, and while you are sexy as fuck like this, I’m not sure my cock thinks this is mutually agreeable.”

“Then fuck me,” I moaned as I rotated my hips, pressing back into the hardness against my ass.

“Are you sure?” he taunted as he nipped at the curve of my shoulder with his teeth. “Maybe you need to think about this some more. I’m not sure this would qualify as satisfying the conditions of the card. I need you to tell me exactly what you want. In detail.”

“I…I…” My voice was a needy whimper as he pulled his fingers out and circled my clit slowly. The pressure of his touch wasn’t enough to get me close but made it hard to concentrate as the pleasurable sensations flooded my body. I knew I was getting a demonstration of what edging felt like with a dash of orgasm denial.

“You must not want it very badly if you won’t tell me,” he taunted, chuckling against my neck. “Use your words.”

Closing my eyes, I leaned back into his embrace and tried to sort through my thoughts. While we’d been in several positions in the past, there was one we hadn’t done yet, surprisingly, and I wanted it.

“I want,” I panted as he pressed down, sucking hard on my neck as I tried to get the words out. He was surely leaving a mark, but I wanted it. I wanted him to brand me with the shape of his mouth. “In front of the fire, bare, you on top of me.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, rubbing his lips softly over my neck to soothe the sting. “Hard and slow or rough and fast.”

My chest heaved as the hand on my neck slowly trailed down my stomach, dipping underneath my shirt and dragging it up as he cupped my breast. He pinched the bare skin just hard enough to send a bolt of pain through me, immediately followed by pleasure as he released his fingers. While I knew it wasn’t the same, it made thoughts of him using nipple clamps on me race through my brain.

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