Page 105 of Loving the Liar

His next step is to put back my panties and jeans in place, so I’m completely dressed again. He cuffs my hands to the arms of the chair, and then my thighs apart so I can’t close my legs.

Straightening, he presses on the remote his holding, bringing the toy to life and me in the process. It’s on such a low setting I barely feel it, but it’s enough to know it’s there, turning me on even more.

“The first time I had you in an Aphrodite’s room, I made you come until you couldn’t stay awake anymore. This time, you’ll be teased, edged, and denied an orgasm until I get the chance to fuck you. And then you’ll come so hard on my dick you’ll remember why there’s no need for any other man.”

He kisses my forehead softly, caresses my cheek, and his bright eyes take me in again. “It truly is torture to leave you here. I won’t be able to focus up there knowing my pretty girl is needy and waiting for me.”

Then he locks the door behind him when he leaves, and the true torture begins. The vibrations become my only focus, so slow and light, but so delicious. They’re constant, keeping a rhythm that makes me squirm.

I have no idea how long it lasts, but I’m sweating when the door opens again, desperate for any sort of stimulation that would bring me closer to the edge.

He stands in front of me, a growl resonating deep in his chest. “You’re really taking the business out of this business weekend, Sweets.”

My whimper makes his eyes flutter shut. He brings his hand to his tux pants, fisting his hard dick. “Everyone upstairs wants to know what I’m doing with you down here. I won’t tell them. This is for me alone, isn’t it?”

I nod like a crazy woman, pushing my chest forward in a plea to get him to touch me. He shows me a pair of scissors, and I’m quick to press myself against the seat again, now shaking my head.

“You know I would never hurt you, baby,” he murmurs, cutting through the top I’m wearing. He rids me of it, leaving me bare.

My nipples are hard as rocks, and he throws the scissors to the side to rub them with his thumbs. He kneels on the floor between my spread legs and starts licking my hard nubs one after the other before grazing them with his teeth. When he bites them lightly, I push harder against his mouth. I’m breathing feverishly, knowing if he continues like this, and mixed with the light vibration inside me, I could come.

Fuck…I could come from him biting my nipples. But he stops, stands up, and wipes the drool dripping at the corner of my mouth before spreading it on both my tits.

“I want to fuck you until you can’t breathe,” he growls, almost like a threat.

But instead, he pulls away, turns off the lights, and leaves the room.

With no more light, the only thing I’m able to focus on is the vibrations, once again, the pleasure just out of reach, the torture I can’t sustain anymore.

I’m pretty sure I’m crying when he comes back what feels like hours later.

“Ella.” He walks to me again. “My beautiful slut, don’t cry.” As he wipes my tears, I whimper, my head attempting to follow his hand when he pulls away. “I know, baby. I know it’s hard to be so desperate for cock.”

I groan, throwing my head back as this time he cuts my jeans and panties off me. “What a soaking mess.”

He brings two knuckles to my clit, and I jolt from pleasure when his skin grazes me.

“I wish you could see how gorgeous you are.”

It’s a good thing I’m wearing the gag, or I would be making an even bigger fool of myself by begging him with all I have to fuck me.

Sitting naked, I can feel the way my wetness is soaking the chair, making me the exact slut he describes me as.

“It’s almost over up there,” he says calmly, caressing my sweaty hairline. “You’re so close to getting your reward, Sweets. You’re so strong. Holding on for hours for me.”

The confirmation that it’s been hours is worse than not knowing. Now that I understand time again, I’m even more miserable.

I try to say please around the toy in my mouth, but my jaw aches. I would be scared of permanent damage if I wasn’t so turned on.

He kisses my neck this time, clearly hungrier for me.

“I’m going to be fucking this desperate pussy very soon, baby.”

And he’s gone.

The door opens again quicker than I thought, and I could cry from happiness. But something is different. The shadow in the doorway is smaller, the steps toward me not as calm as Chris’s confident demeanor. They’re hurried, from someone who can’t control their excitement. Nothing like the man who owns my body.

“Fucking hell.”

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