Page 88 of Reckless Promises

“It’s—” I don’t know. I’ve never felt anything like it. “It stings. But also…it feels good.”

I tip my head back and arch my body on instinct, sinking into the feeling as he drags the other end of the chain to my other nipple and clamps it.

I’ve never felt anything like this. Fire from the pinch, warmth from his tongue, a cool breeze as he teases me by blowing on them. I might come without him needing to even touch my pussy at this point.

Cillian grabs the chain and tugs it ever so slightly, enough to drag out my moan.

“You look so fucking beautiful.” He kisses the center of my chest. Praise and pain swirl the heat brewing inside me. “My wife.”

“Oh god.” There’s something about that word.

How he licks the path up to my neck as he toys with the nipple clamps. His teeth rake over my throat, and his breath teases my skin. But his body hovers, denying me the contact I’m desperate for, and somehow that only makes everything churn hotter.

“My beautiful fucking wife.” He licks the shell of my ear, kissing my jaw until his mouth finds mine.

But even when I lace my fingers at the back of his neck and try to pull him closer, he holds back, brushing his lips gently over mine.

“Come for me.” He tugs the chain slightly, brushing his lips over me once more. “I want to watch my wife come.”

His fingers trail down the center of my chest to my belly, running a circle over my belly button before skating further down. And just as he’s about to reach my pussy, he diverts to the inside of my thigh instead, torturing mewith the nearness, but not offering me what I’m desperate for.

“Look at me, Odette. Let me see you come.”

My eyes snap open when I didn’t even realize they were sealed shut. And Cillian’s gunmetal gaze meets mine, breaking apart something inside me. The heat from the clamps and his touch blooms. And the dam I’ve been holding onto shatters with the climax that rushes through me.

My entire body starts shaking, and I’m coming with my empty pussy leaking and desperate for my husband. I’m coming with him barely touching me. I’m coming at the sight of him hovering over me, teasing me—wanting me.

I’m still shaking, digging my nails into the back of his neck, as Cillian reaches down between us and undoes his slacks. He pushes them down and drives himself in like his patience has snapped with the urge to feel my pussy squeeze him with my climax.

His second thrust is deeper, and that’s when I feel something else.

“What is—” I look down between our bodies and something buzzes on the base of his dick, pressing tight to my clit when he bottoms out.

“A cock ring.” He smirks, bringing his mouth to my ear. “Now come again.”

He juts his hips tighter to my body, the vibrations pressing tight on my clit. His cock sits inside me and our bodies are pressed together, but he refuses to move. And it’s torture because I feel him deep in me, and all I want right now is for him to fuck me so hard I’mseeing stars.

Instead, he lets the vibrations do the work for him. He remains unmoving with his dick hard and still inside me when my pussy squeezes him.

“I can’t.” I tip my head back, and he kisses my neck. “I can’t.”

But I don’t know what I can’t do.

Come?

Breathe?

Fight this?

I can’t hold on, and I can’t let go because Cillian’s grasp makes me not want to be anywhere but in his arms.

He tilts his hips, settling between my legs so the vibrations might as well be crawling my nerves. I feel them from my chest to my toes. His body presses against the nipple clamps, and it’s all too much.

I’m dripping down his cock, onto the bed. I’ve never needed to come so bad.

He skates his mouth over my jaw, watching every painful reaction as my body tries to process the pleasure slowly driving me insane. But I can’t resist it. The humming. The warmth of his skin. My nails dig into his shoulders, and I’m squeezing his dick so tightly his breath hitches.

“Please, Cillian.” I lift my hips, searching for his release.

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