Page 37 of Reveal Me
‘While you are mine, I will ruin you, whichever way I see fit. I will take care of every single one of your needs. I will pleasure you in ways you can’t even begin to imagine.’ He cups my chin, angling my face up until our eyes meet. The air crackles between us. ‘On your feet.’
I do as I’m told, watching as he rolls the sleeves of his black fitted shirt up with an intent that makes my insides melt. He strides across the room to open the tinted glass display cabinet. His fingers brush over several objects: black leather studded restraints, a long chrome chain, then finally, a chrome bar with leather cuffs either side. He turns to me with a wolfish expression, removes the bar and stalks towards the leather bench. A fresh ripple of anticipation swoops over my spine.
‘Come here,’ he commands, and I do as I’m told.
He motions for me to lie on the bench. ‘On your back, Princess.’ This isn’t the man I had dinner with the other night, the man who cooked steaks for me, asked me about growing up at the palace. No, this is the man I first met at submissive night. The man who ordered me to crawl to him. And I am here for it.
I drop onto the leather—it’s soft and cushioned beneath my backside—then slowly lower myself until I’m flat for him. Anticipation thrums like a drum beneath my skin. My bare breasts beg to be touched. He twists the chrome bar, and I recognise it for what it’s for—to spread my legs open—andkeep them that way. The prospect sets a fresh wave of arousal flooding my core.
I crane my head up to watch his long powerful strides eat up the distance between us. ‘Do you trust me, Princess?’ He asks again.
‘Yes.’ And oddly, I do. I barely know the man, but instinctively, I know he’ll take care of me. He doesn’t care who my parents are. He’s not looking for a family allegiance. He’s here claiming a different type of power over me—and it is hot as hell. He cuffs the restraints around my left ankle, then my right, clipping each side so it’s secure, but not tight to the point of pain.
He twists the bar, and I watch in open fascination as he pulls my legs wide apart, baring my sex to him. His pupils devour his irises as they drink in the sight. ‘Look at your pretty pink cunt glistening with need. So fucking beautiful.’ A low guttural noise sounds from the back of his throat.
No other man in this world would dare speak to me this explicitly.
No other man would dare to cuff me.
No other man would dare to use my body like this.
I swallow my nerves as he lifts the bar higher, raising my legs to inspect every inch of me like he’s committing it to memory.
It’s utterly erotic.
This is what I’ve been craving.
He lowers the bar again so my feet are resting flat but my knees are raised. He circles me thoughtfully, like a predator eyeing its next meal. I’ve never been more acutely aroused. I need him to touch me. Somewhere. Anywhere. ‘Sir.’ The plea slips from my lips.
‘Yes?’ He slows to a stop at my head. I tilt my head back to meet his eyes; they’re burning with a heat that promisespleasure. He reaches for my wrists, wraps his fingers tightly around them and places them above my head.
‘I need…’ I don’t know what I need, but I need something.
‘Patience, princess. The night is young.’ He licks his lips. ‘Keep your hands here, or I’ll cuff them.’ He releases my wrists, sliding his huge, hot hands over my forearms and then onto my chest. The relief of his touch has my lower back arching off the bench. He starts tracing those damn circles on my breasts, circling my nipples, which are silently screaming for his attention. Finally, his fingers flick over them. The moan from my mouth is like no sound I’ve ever made before.
His lips lift into a wicked smirk as he takes them away again. I’m about to cry out my objection until I see where he’s going—the other end of the bench. He grabs my ankles and spreads the bar another few inches wider. ‘I could watch you writhing on here all day and all fucking night, princess. Knowing you’re spread open and dripping for me has my cock harder than steel.’ My eyes fall to his suit pants. There’s no missing the bulge straining against the material.
‘Give it to me.’ The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.
‘That’s not how this works.’ His fingers brush up over my knees, slowly teasing my inner thighs, inching higher and higher, closer and closer, before he draws them down again. The man is trying to kill me, I swear. My frustrated sigh draws out a laugh from him. Instinctively I try to move my legs; the pressure of the restraint tightens on my ankles, and I swear I could almost come on the spot. Almost. Our eyes lock. Without breaking our stare, he resumes stroking my thigh again. This time, when he reaches my sex, he doesn’t stop. As his thumb brushes over my clit, my hips jerk upwards.
‘Stay still like a good girl and I’ll make you come so hardyou’ll forget your own name.’ His dark eyes gleam and he sinks two fingers into my centre. ‘I can’t wait to fuck this tight little cunt.’
‘Do it.’ I beg, temporarily forgetting I have no say in where and when he does what to me.
‘I need to make sure you’re ready.’ His fingers thrust in and out of me, working me until my legs are violently shaking. Fire licks over every inch of my skin.
‘I was born ready for this.’ My release shimmers on the horizon. I’m so close. He watches intently, like he’s getting as much pleasure out of this as I am. Just when I’m about to erupt, he stops.
‘Fuck.’ I pant, bereft. Disappointment and raw need flood my body. I’ve never felt so empty.
He angles himself over the bar between my ankles, lowers his face to my sex and offers me one long languid lick. ‘When I let you come, it’ll be on my tongue. Since I tasted your pretty pussy last week, it’s all I can fucking think about.’
‘You’re driving me crazy.’ I’m vibrating with the need to come.
‘You’re drivingmecrazy.’ He brushes his lips over my clit, and the sensation is sublime. ‘You came crashing into my club, and then into my house looking like this. I haven’t been able to get you out of my fucking head ever since. I’ve never wanted to fuck a submissive as much as I want to fuck you…’ he takes a deep breath, inhaling my scent with an appreciative moan.
The entire world as I know it ceases to exist, replaced by pure primal pleasure as he circles my entrance teasingly with his tongue then thrusts it into my core. Over and over and over again. Every cell in my body is wound tight, ready to blow. I squeeze my eyes shut as heat dances deliciously over every inch of my body.
