Page 71 of Temptation at Randy's

“Look at me.”

I did. There was no question that I would. “Yeah?”

“You look amazing like this,” they breathed the words against my cheeks, their lips ghosting against the skin. “I love it when you’re helpless and reliant on me. But I love it even more when you’re working on instinct, asking and taking what your body needs.”

I snorted. “I don’t know what my body needs.”

“It needs me, of course.” Claude winked. Their teeth nipped the shell of my ear. They always moved too fast, as if there was a race to cover as many parts of my body as they possibly could. “What’s so intense about what we’re doing?”

“Other than liquid wax literally falling over my clit?” I squirmed some more.

The wax was already hardening. I wasn’t sure I was looking forward to ripping it off.

That would be a lie, of course. The thought sent blood down my clit right then and there. My whole body vibrated with the need for more.

“Other than that,” Claude said the words slowly.

They were probably aware that I was in my head, not quite fully here.

For a few seconds, I couldn’t speak. Only our mingled breaths broke the utter silence in the room. Words failed me. I didn’t know how to answer because I didn’t know what was going on. I didn’t understand why this felt like too much. Nipple clamps were more intense than this.

It couldn’t be the physical act.

I just…

“It’s about us.”

“Huh?” Claude leaned back slightly.

I bet it was so they could study my every reaction. I was an open book for them, always. I had the impression that they hadn’t expected me to say anything along those lines. In a way, neither had I. Sometimes my mouth ran ahead of my inner monologue.

“Yeah.” I swallowed. “You’ve researched this for, like, weeks. It makes it… intense. Ours. It’s us.”

Claude stood still at first. I wasn’t sure what to make out of the response, my heart starting to beat wildly against my ribs. Had I just fucked up something, said the wrong thing?

“Of course it’s us.”

“Huh?” It was my turn to be confused.

“You deserve everything, Arlene. Fuck,” Claude cursed as they ran a hand through their hair. “I’ll always want to give you fucking everything, and I’m always going to do everything in my power to get it right.”

“That’s…” There was no way I was breathing now, and it had nothing to do with the hardening wax.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Claude looked at me regretfully for one second. “Yellow.”

Uh?

My heart lodged all the way up my throat. Claude was getting rid of the shackles holding me to the bed one second later.

“Sorry, I just, I need to hold you, okay, but you have to promise not to make a big deal out of it?”

“I’m not going to promise that.”

Still, as soon as all my limbs were free, and Claude had placed the candle back on the nightstand, I wrapped my arms around them. And I squeezed, tight. My heart began returning to its rightful spot as I breathed them in.

Claude returned the hold right away. They were squirming two seconds later, though, until their hand cupped my jaw, and we were face to face.

“You are so infuriatingly irresistible.”

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