Page 50 of Resisting Mr Black

He stands beside the bed, waiting.

“Okay,” I agree. “But we can stop if I don’t like it?”

“If you say stop, I’ll stop,” he promises as he crawls onto the bed and straddles my waist. “Are you sure you’re okay trying this?”

I look at the ties in his hand then back at him. “Yes. I’ll try.”

He breaks into a smile. “Good. Stretch your arms out above your head.”

I raise my arms up, and he weaves the first tie through the slats of the headboard and fastens it around my right wrist, then he repeats the process with the left. “Try not to struggle because the knots will get tighter and I don’t want your hands going numb.”

“Okay.”

“They’re not too tight, are they?”

“No.”

“Good and just for the record... you won’t tell me to stop.”

He smirks, slides off the edge of the bed, and steps out of his boxers. He turns and saunters out of the bedroom, leaving me with a wonderful view of naked arse. Once he’s disappeared, I can’t help but feel vulnerable, tied to a bed stark naked, but he returns moments later carrying a small white dish of something or other.

“What’s in the bowl?”

His brows draw together into a frown at the question. “Do you want me to gag you?”

“You wouldn’t?”

“I will if you keep talking,” he warns and I know he isn’t joking.

He places the dish on the floor at the bottom of the bed so it’s obscured from sight then grips my thighs, yanking them open wide. He’s totally and utterly in control of my body and my centre tingles at the thought. He locks eyes with me as he lowers himself onto his knees between my legs and licks my clitoris. My body jerks and I twist my head into the pillow, closing my eyes and pulling down on the restraints around my wrists as a ball of warmth starts to build at my centre. He’s so good at this I can barely focus. I gulp down a lungful of air as he slides his tongue between my folds, sweeping up and down the length of me, paying special attention to my hyper-sensitive clit. My hips buck and his hands clamp down my waist pushing me into the bed, keeping me still. As the tension rises at my core, I instinctively squirm beneath him, but his hands keep a firm grip on my hips and prevent me from moving. I’m tied to the bed, trapped beneath his mouth and his hands and completely at his mercy and the thought, combined with his tongue, causes my thighs to tremble.

He stops abruptly and his hot tongue is replaced by an ice-cold sensation causing me to cry out in surprise.

“Fuck!”

My limbs jolt as if I’ve been electrocuted and my brain takes a couple of seconds to catch up. An ice cube. He holds it against my clit with his tongue and runs it up and down my folds. Burning heat has been replaced with ice-cold and I don’t know how to process it. I gasp for air as the hard iciness stings my clit, making it ultra-sensitive. I don’t want to give in, I want to carry on and experience this but I’m not sure whether I can cope with the pain. Just when I don’t think I can go on; he removes the ice cube and sweeps his warm tongue across my clitoris. The feel of his hot mouth against my cool, sensitive spot is exquisite and I groan in ecstasy. This is tortuous heaven, and I can’t hold on. “I’m going to come.”

“No, you’re not. And NO talking,” he snaps.

I am. There’s no way I can control it. My body is vibrating with need and I’m struggling to think about anything but sweet release. By taking over my body, he’s taken control of my mind. I’m a slave to him and whatever he wants to do with me.

The mattress dips and I feel his weight shift over me. When I open my eyes, he’s straddling my waist and holding a strawberry between his teeth. He takes a bite, chews, then offers it to me. “Bite.”

I sink my teeth into the ripe strawberry, chewing it slowly and swallowing it down.

His dark eyes zone in on my mouth and the movement of my throat. “That’s how sweet and juicy you taste.” He drags a thumb across my bottom lip then places the tip in his mouth and sucks. “Do you want me to let you come?”

I want to scream “Yes, yes, yes!” from the rooftops but settle for nodding mutely.

He lifts an eyebrow. “Then you need to do as you’re told and not talk.” His tone is stern. His lips teasingly brush against mine as he moves downwards, leaving a burning hot trail of kisses along the sensitive skin of my collarbone then coming to a stop between my breasts. I’m a hot, aching mess, beyond frustrated and I know it’s only a matter of time before I lose control of my body or mouth.

I screw my eyes shut as his lips close around my right nipple, and he sucks hard, and then gently nips at the swollen bud, causing a tingle of desire to shoot straight to my centre. I gasp. He can’t expect me to remain silent when he’s doing things like these to me.

“Shush. Every time you moan, or groan, the longer I’ll make you wait.” His lips find their way to my left nipple where he delivers the same delicious assault. This time I’m prepared and brace myself for the feeling. It’s no less intense, but I stop myself from crying out and can’t help but feel a little pleased.

His body slides against mine as he moves south, licking then nipping the skin above my belly button, then gliding lower to my pubic bone and my self-satisfied feeling quickly dissolves. My breathing is coming in short spurts and I’m not sure how I’m going to cope as he lowers himself between my legs. I’m a throbbing, aching mess and I can feel the dampness in between my thighs.

His eyes widen as his chest heaves. “You’re soaking wet.”

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