Page 34 of Taming His Rockstar

“Were you scared?”

“No.”

“Now,” he begins, “let’s talk about you using toys on yourself without telling me. I don’t like that, Kitty. I don’t like that at all.”

“And what are you going to do about it?” I taunt him.

“I don’t know.” He climbs on top of me, and I feel him lean down until his lips are beside my ears. His breath feels oddly cold. “I guess we’re just going to have to find out.”

I feel him move down and open my mouth to speak only to clamp it shut when I feel his lips close around my nipple. I immediately jerk at the cuffs so hard I hear a snap. My back leaves the bed, and I push myself into his mouth even as I try to run away from the acute pleasure.

“Oh God, what is that?”

I get my answer when I feel cold water drip on my breast, right before he begins to rub an ice cube around my sensitive nipple. Maybe it was the waiting, or his tongue, or the ice, or all of it, but I suddenly find myself wanting more of a pleasure so extreme I want to run away from it at the same time. I buck, trying to throw him off me but he holds fast. I try to push myself deeper in his mouth, and he allows that, sucking and nipping at my nipples with his mouth while the other nipple goes numb. Just when his mouth gets hot enough, he suddenly switches. I scream when his hot mouth closes around my frozen nipple. Two extreme temperatures at the same point. My sex is undulating in pleasure, weeping at the gaping emptiness it’s feeling right then, and I pray for a single misplaced touch from him around that area. Something to alleviate the pressure there. I move, trying to place my legs around his thighs. Maybe I can rock myself to an orgasm. He simply moves away, and with my legs spread open, I feel the soft whisper of the breeze caress my pussy. Light enough to have me undulating in pleasure but not hard enough to actually offer any respite. I give up.

“Please,” I plead with him. “Make it stop. I’ll do anything, I promise, anything you want.”

“Of course, you’ll do anything I want,” he replies. His voice so regal, so controlling, so arousing. I want to kill him and sit on his cock and ride him to oblivion at the same time. “But I’m not quite done punishing you just yet. I need to know that you can follow instructions better for next time.”

“I can,” I say quickly. Anything to stop the torture. “I’ll do anything you want.”

He moves closer. “Are you my good little girl?”

I nod. “Yes, I am.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Yes, sir,” I repeat.

“Then you know what I want?” he whispers to me as his hand begins to creep down my body, cresting over my stomach and then finally just between my legs, right above the wet folds of my sex.

“What?” I ask, wishing desperately that my hands were untied so I could grab his and put them where they need to be. In me.

“I don’t want you to come until I tell you to. Can you do that for me?”

I shake my head.

“Sure you can,” he reassures me in that sexy drawl that makes me want to do my best to please him. “You want to please me, don’t you? You know how good I can make it when you please me.”

I nod.

“Good, then you don’t come until I tell you to.” Then he moves down my body and puts his face between my legs.

I whimper as I feel his tongue push through the delicate flesh of my pussy and bury itself in my vagina. “Oh god,” I moan, wondering how to tell him I can’t do what he wants. I clench around his tongue to stop from coming right that moment. His adds his fingers and works his thumb around my clit as his tongue licks at my naked flesh. He sucks at my clit and then wraps his lips around my pussy lips and tugs.

“You feel how tight that pussy is?” he croons. “If you had any idea how sweet you taste in my mouth right now.”

“That’s not helping,” I say, throwing my head from side to side as my whole body vibrates and shakes on the bed. I had no idea just how much I need my hands to stop me from going crazy.

“What do you want?” he asks.

“You know what I want,” I bite back at him, frustrated and just close to crazy.

“Wrong answer, Kitty.”

“I want you to make me come with your tongue,” I say quickly.

“Too late,” is the reply.

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