Page 30 of Strings Attached
His gaze raked along my body, inch by inch. I trembled as he seemed to look right into my soul. To dance with the one who offered my pleasure beyond anything else. Offered me to just let go of everything.
When he cupped my cheek, a tingling sensation shot across my skin.Rope came into view as he grabbed it off the side, and he slid it along my wrists, tying them together. A small gasp escaped my lips as he pushed my arms above my head and tied the other end of the rope to one of the table legs. His mouth brushed against my skin as he moved back slowly, taking his time with small kisses and occasional nips.
He tied another piece of rope to my ankle, then tied that to another part of the table, leaving my right leg free to move.
He leaned toward me. “I’m going to eat you alive.”
Heat engulfed me at his words, and I instinctively pushed my free leg against the other, squeezing my thighs to stop the intense throbbing between my legs. It didn’t help at all.
He grabbed one of the strawberries from the plate and slid it across my mouth. “Open up and keep it halfway in your mouth. Every single bite mark will be counted after I’m done...” He left the rest unspoken, but I had the feeling the punishment might be delicious.
The fruit was bigger than what I was used to?almost the size of a small apple?but I did my best to hold it in place with my lips and tongue.
He grabbed another one of the berries, and this one, he dipped into the flowing chocolate before holding it over one of my breasts. My eyes widened just as the warm liquid dripped from the fruit and landed perfectly on my nipple. The sudden heat caused me to jump, and I whimpered as strawberry juice leaked into my mouth.
He chuckled. “That’s bite number one.” He kneaded my breast, hovering just above it as his gaze burned into me. “How many more can I get you to make, I wonder?” He licked my chocolate-covered nipple.
My pulse throbbed in several places, and I squirmed against the restraints. I needed him to touch me more. Needed to touch him in return.
He suckled gently on my hard tip while his free hand busied itself with my other breast. He fondled and squeezed, and a few more times, he managed to get me to bite down a little more on the fruit. Tears filled my vision as he brought me to the edge of insanity, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to beg him to stop or continue. It was all so much.
Lowering himself, he trailed more kisses along my abdomen, then to the top of my thigh. “Spread your leg to the side for me,” he hissed, and I instantly obeyed, my mind almost empty save for his voice and the pleasure flowing through me. I didn’t need to think; my body trusted him beyond anything else.
For a second, he seemed almost surprised at my obedience as our eyes met. A hungry smile curled his lips. “You’re being such a good girl,” he said in a low growl. “Do you think that’ll help you when I check the strawberry in your mouth?” He kissed my inner thigh, his beard tickling my skin, then muttered, “Because it won’t. I’m going to take what’s mine. And you’ll take your punishment, won’t you?”
When I didn’t answer, he parted my labia and gently flicked his tongue along my center. I bit down harder at the same time as I moaned. At this point, the fruit was barely hanging on.
He delved his tongue inside my opening, and I arched my back, the restraints tugging against my wrists and ankles. My breathing came faster, and soon, dark spots filled my vision as he fucked me with his mouth. He captured my clit between his lips, and I bucked, moving my head side to side, crying out as the strawberry fell from my mouth and rolled to the floor.
“Ah, Jack... Please... I’m...”
He sucked harder, swirling his tongue around my sensitive nub over and over until a profound shudder released, and I came.
He lapped at my wetness, and I blinked a few times, my mind fuzzy with the post-orgasm high. His finger slid inside my wet opening, and I shook at the sudden penetration. “You’re so very wet.” He slid a second finger and curled them so they hit a spot that had my toes curling. “Don’t worry. I’m not done with you.” He glanced at the strawberry on the floor, then gave me a dark look.
I swallowed hard.
20
Planning
“Let’s see,” Jack said, holding up what was left of the strawberry. “I’d say that’s about eight bites... What do you think?”
I stared at the fruit as though it was my worst enemy but nodded. He’d untied me and even let me go wash up real quick with a washcloth, but I still throbbed with need, wanting him inside me.
Not that I’d admit it out loud.
He threw away the strawberry in the trash as he walked toward the elevator, then beckoned me forward, motioning his fingers. I followed, unsure what he’d do next, but I wasn’t about to question him, or it would make me look worried. Which I definitely wasn’t.
We took the elevator down, and once in the basement, I swallowed hard. A chair sat in the middle of the room, facing toward the bathtub. I recognized it as the one that used to be in the bare room. What was it doing out here?
He gave me a little push toward it, and I trudged to it. If I sat, whatever he planned next would happen, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for it. I took a seat and stiffened as he placed his hands against my shoulders. “Don’t move from this spot, or you won’t be writing any more notes for the rest of the next few days. Is that clear?”
I swallowed hard. “Yes.” Did he mean that in the sense he’d break my hand or fingers? Or maybe just that he’d throw me into the room and leave me there to rot for a while? I didn’t want to find out which.
He grabbed the black mask from the shelves, slipping it over his head so the black material around covered even his hair. My heart quickened at seeing him wear it again; it felt like so long ago when this was the only way I knew him. He opened the door to the room, but from this angle, I couldn’t see inside, and I had the feeling he did that on purpose.
“Eight bites, correct?” he asked in his muffled voice, glancing over his shoulder at me as he slipped on his leather gloves.
