Page 85 of Heart of The Night

I didn’t answer – I couldn’t find my voice. I was exhausted. All other thoughts disappeared as I devoted all my concentration to enduring this.

William rolled me onto my stomach and spanked my arse, the sharp sting burning into my skin. I yelped, my muscles contracting around the butt plug.

‘How many, Cara?’

I took a deep breath, finally mustering the strength to croak out, ‘E-eight.’

‘That’s right, eight. Two more to go,’ he purred, smoothing his hand over the spot he’d just struck. ‘But before we continue…’

His fingers moved down my back, nimbly unfastening the bustier. When it came undone, I felt him shift, then I heard the key click into the handcuffs. Was he finally going to free me? It made no difference; I was still immobilised by my own exhaustion. I lay completely still, feeling more like an inanimate doll than a living person, as he removed my lingerie piece by piece. When I was completely naked, he fastened the handcuffs again. I didn’t react; it still made no difference.

‘While you’re absolutely breathtaking in lingerie, nothing beats the view of you naked,’ William said, grabbing my arm and turning me onto my back. He sat back on his heels, his eyes feasting on every inch of me. Light as a feather, he traced the shape of my breasts with his forefinger.

I closed my eyes, feeling my vagina throb and pulsate. My heart might as well have relocated to it. I dreaded sitting tomorrow, and even walking. I was going to be terribly sore after this, and I still had two more to go. The thought alone made me emit a tearless sob.

‘I’ll be right back.’ William hopped out of the bed, still full of energy. I watched him stride out of the bedroom and into the living room, his movements brisk and purposeful. I didn’t ask what he was up to. I was simply grateful for a moment’s reprieve and silently hoped it would be long enough for me to recover.

I was almost asleep when the mattress sank under his returning weight. The sensation of something ice-cold suddenly landing on my left nipple jolted me fully awake. Gasping, I opened my eyes and found him dragging a spoonful of raspberry sorbet across my breasts.

‘Time for dessert,’ he said with a mischievous smile, scooping up another spoonful from the container. I stared at him with disbelief, my lips parted. Chuckling, he guided the spoon to my gaping mouth, inserting it effortlessly. The bittersweet flavour exploded on my tongue. It was delicious. Had he really made it himself?

‘You look like your blood sugar is running low,’ he teased. ‘I hope you don’t mind – I didn’t bring a bowl. It’s been a fantasy of mine to use your body as a plate for quite some time.’

I arched my brows. ‘You’ve really taken “food for thought” to a new level.’

He laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners. ‘I wasn’t sure which flavour you’d prefer, but raspberry sorbet is my personal favourite. It’s not too sweet and has a refreshing tang – a lot like you. I’ve got dark chocolate, too, if you’d rather have that. Then again, since I’ll be doing most of the… licking,’ his lips bent in a devilish grin, ‘it’s only fair I get to choose the flavour.’

I merely blinked, struggling to process that this was truly happening.

Transfixed, I watched as he drew a trail of sorbet down the centre of my torso. My skin flexed beneath the cold spoon, the icy touch making my nerves come alive, the chill so intense it felt like fire. When he reached my navel, he placed another spoonful there, then continued his work, drawing a line of cold down to just before the apex of my thighs. Then he covered my throat, my thighs, my shins… The only place he left alone was my clit and folds.

Once he was done, he set the sorbet and spoon on his nightstand and climbed over me. A wicked smile was on his face, his eyes gleaming with such ravenous desire that it stole my breath.

‘Bon appétit,’ he murmured, then descended to the trail of sorbet he had left on my throat. His warm tongue traced the path, spreading heat over my racing pulse. The sensation overwhelmed me, and I shuddered under his touch.

‘Mmm. Cara and raspberry is easily my new favourite flavour.’ He raised his head, leaving a soft, tender kiss on my mouth.

He took his quite literally sweet time with me, leisurely licking me clean. Every place his tongue went, my skin tingled in its wake, my heartbeat growing increasingly erratic. When the top part of my body was free of sorbet, he knelt between my legs and took my ankle in his hand, his tongue sliding up my shin toward my knee.

I breathed deeply, mentally preparing for what was coming.

His tongue slid further and further up my leg. As he trailed it along my inner thigh, an involuntary giggle escaped and I jerked away. His eyes shot to mine at once, and what I saw in them didn’t look too well for me.

‘Ticklish?’

‘No,’ I lied.

He narrowed his eyes and flicked his tongue across my sensitive skin once more. I tried to stifle the giggle, but the muffled sound was all he needed to hear.

‘Oh, Cara.’ He smiled against my thigh, running the tip of his nose across it. ‘Duly noted.’

Damn it.

His laughter was low and villainous as his tongue glided closer and closer to my slit. Just before he reached it, the wind of his breath spread across me. I pressed my lips together, my body tensing with anticipation.

He paused there, hovering just above my skin, letting the tension build. His eyes met mine, a wicked glint in them, before he moved to my other leg. I shivered, both in relief and longing.

Slowly, he licked up my other shin, then my thigh, sending shivers down my spine. His touch was light and teasing, drawing out every moment, every sensation. Just when I thought I couldn’t bear it any longer, his tongue swept up the last traces of sorbet from my inner thigh.

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