Page 41 of Reign

Cas removes his hand and grips my thighs as he continues to kneel, his fingertips digging in hard enough to leave a mark, and all I want is more. Leaning forward, he runs his nose up my center causing me to shiver. Out of habit, I try to force my legs closed but even if the band had any give, his hands don’t, so I’m rooted in place. His nose makes small circles around my clit, creating friction with the fabric of my bottoms.

Forgetting myself, I let go of the band above my head for one second to drive my fingers into his hair and hold him against me. He tsks and pulls his head away, leaving me drenched and aching.

“I didn’t say you could take your hands down yet, and I definitely didn’t say you could touch me.” He stands and moves behind me pulling my arms down with him and unhooks the elastic band from overhead. “If you can’t be trusted to do as I say, I’ll make it impossible for you to disobey.”

Before I can question him, he’s got my wrists tied together behind the weight bench.Holy shit, this is hot.But I can’t touch him and he’s got me so turned on that I’m about to beg shamelessly.

“Dominic,” I breathe, hoping the use of his real name will snap him out of this and allow me to use my hands on him.

“It’s hard, isn’t it, Princess? Wanting me so badly and being told no even though I’m right. Fucking.Here.” His voice caresses the back of my neck as he wraps his large hand around the front to grab my throat.

I’d hate-glare at him if I could get my eyes to stop rolling in the back of my head. Instead, I let my head fall back on the backrest as he glides in front of me and drops back to his knees. “Let’s try this again.” This time, he wraps his hands around my waist and gently pushes me as far back onto the seat as I can go, my legs still spread wide as he wastes no time dropping his warm mouth to my center and teases me relentlessly through the fabric. The heat from his mouth is about to send me over the edge and I can’t stop panting and trying to grind my hips into his face. He seems content to take his time while I die a little more with every second. Every stroke.

My heart is racing and I’m sure he can feel its pounding rhythm in my clit. Whimpers escape my lips and it’s the only way I know I’m still breathing as he finally pushes the fabric to the side and slips his middle finger inside me.

“Fuck. Cas, please.”

That damned laugh again.

“You’re awfully wet, Princess. Am I to assume you like being tied up and at my mercy?”

“Mm hmm.” Yep, I’m caving that easily. I’ll say anything as long as he keeps going. Forever.

He pumps his finger in me, bringing me right to the edge before pulling it out right before I go over.

“No! Damn it, Dominic!” I’m changing back and forth between nickname and full name, choosing one when I like him and the other when I want to scratch his eyes out. Like now.

He replaces his finger with his mouth as he holds my bathing suit to the side and licks me, slowly at first but it doesn’t take long to build back up as he picks up his speed. I’m really pulling on the restraints at my wrists now. Ineedto touch him.

My hips buck against his face, and my pants are familiar enough to him that he can tell when I’m close and he pulls his face back, stopping before I find release for the second time. His lips are shining from my arousal as he wipes his mouth with his index finger and then sticks it in his mouth.

“God damn it, Dominic! Your favorite way to fuck is by making sure I don’t get off?” I yell, getting angry.

He straddles me on the bench, all of his glorious abs on display and so close I can smell him but I can’t touch him and I can’t lean forward to lick him. All my systems are short circuiting at this torture. He’s hard as steel in his swim trunks. As if to prove that point, he grips the top of the backrest and grinds his erection into my pussy Magic Mike style. It’s almost enough to make me come.

I’m so fucking turned on, I’m about to come from being dry-humped. But damn it feels good. Once again, he stops just as the first wave is about to start, leaving me close to tears.

He tips my chin up to look in my eyes. “It’s called edging, Libby. Stay with me. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

So, there’s a plan? I feel slightly better knowing he isn’t just doing this to be a raging asshole, but only slightly. I feel punch drunk from all the adrenaline coursing through my system at how turned on I am right now and I need releasesoon.

“Cas, let me touch you. Please.”

He doesn’t answer me.

Instead, he unties my ankles and comes back up for my wrists, although he holds them in one hand so I can’t cop a feel. He makes me stand up before pulling the lever on the bench with his free hand, causing it to lay flat. He then picks the back end up and rolls it to the middle of the room – I hadn’t even noticed the wheels on the front.

He kneels in front of me again but mercifully places my hands on his broad, muscular shoulders. “Keep them here,” he instructs, his voice thick with desire. The warmth of his skin has me clenching my thighs together, hard.

He unfastens my bathing suit top while he’s on the floor and the bandeau top comes off easily. He unexpectedly pinches my nipple between his fingers causing my nails to dig into his skin and my knees to buckle, almost kneeing him in the chest. My head drops back but there’s nothing to catch it this time.

I hear him swallow as he runs his hands down my torso, pressing warm kisses to my lower stomach. Looking up at me through dark eyelashes and hooded eyes, he slides my bottoms off painfully slowly.

“Knees wide apart on the bench and face the door,” he orders. While I get into position, he stands and carries a large wooden box over and puts it in front of me. When he sets it on its side, the box is about six inches taller than the bench my knees are on. The mirror is to our right and I start to get an idea where this is going. “Chest and forearms on the box. Keep your eyes on the mirror.” I’m not sure which is more strained right now, his voice or the material of his swimsuit.

I’m on my knees, face down, ass up, just like he wanted, my eyes locked on his in the mirror as he slowly undoes his shorts and steps up behind me.

My breath hitches as he fists his dick. He places one hand flat on my back as he coats himself in my wetness.

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