Page 149 of Mayhem
She didn’t miss how his pupils dilated, his irises almost blown, as something dangerous settled in his eyes. He gave her a smile that she’d come to realize was nothing short of predatory, of claiming.
Normally, at some point in their playrooms, Erin would purposely act like a brat because she enjoyed how they handled her and the punishments they gave her. However, she was aware that Paetyn enjoyed it when she was compliant and did as he asked—those times usually happened outside of the playroom because, to Erin, here was where she was meant to be a brat, to experience everything that came along with being in the room. Tonight, would be different.
He picked her up and sat her on her feet before taking a few steps back. “Undress for me. Leave the bow.”
Erin unhooked the single clasp in the front of the bra and allowed it to fall open. Paetyn’s eyes shifted to her breast, and she would swear she could feel the heat of his gaze. The phantom sensation made her already aroused nipples harden more. She removed the bra, allowing it to drop to the floor. She turned around, bending over as she slowly removed the panties. The wetness of her pussy saying hello as she heard him curse under his breath.
She moved the panties to the side once out of them and faced him again. The way he looked at her, how his eyes trailed over her, Erin knew she was going to be in for more pleasure than oneperson would probably be able to take, but she damn sure was going to try.
“Tell me your temperatures.”
“Cold, I don’t like it; lukewarm, I need more; warm is perfect; hot, I need a break; boiling it is too much, and everything stops,” Erin responded as she watched him remove a silk blindfold from where it hung.
“Good girl. Turn around for me.”
She did as requested and was soon shrouded in darkness as he put the blindfold on her. His fingers ghosted along her neck before she no longer felt him. Erin stayed where she was, waiting to feel him again, waiting for a command, she wasn’t sure which would come first.
Erin felt him, his beard brushing against her jawline and neck as his lips brushed her ear. “Do you trust me, Angel?” She nodded. What she had not felt initially was what she assumed was a riding crop in his hand. Not until it came down on her pussy, dangerously close to her clit. “Erin,” he admonished.
“Yes,” she verbalized. “Yes, I trust you.”
“You trust that I’ll take care of you?”
“Yes.”
“You trust that I’ll bring you nothing but pleasure?”
“I do.”
“You’re giving me consent to do as I please with you?”
“Yes, Paetyn.”
“I can use you to satisfy every desire I have,” he stated, his deep timbre moving through her.
“Please.” It was barely a whisper, sounding louder than it was in the room as if she were afraid to break the atmosphere.
He picked her up and placed her on the bed. Erin focused on the sounds around her, listening as he removed his sweatpants. A drawer opened and closed, and everything went silent, but she could feel his eyes on her like the deepest caresses. The beatingof her heart could be heard loudly in her ears. Anticipation once again got the better of her.
“Face down, Angel,” he instructed as he finally joined her on the bed.
Erin got into position, ass in the air, and again, everything was still. She was on display. It was arousing and unnerving in the best way.
When he finally touched her, Erin thought the sweet sting of the crop would follow, but that wasn’t what happened. He kneaded one of her ass cheeks as he placed the clamp on her clit and set it on the lowest vibration option. She released a small moan at the pressure and stimulation that immediately surged through her clit.
“Tonight, I want you to feel everything,” Paetyn started. “I want to see how well you can hold it in for me, but only after I’ve made this pretty little pussy sensitive.”
Erin felt the head of his dick at her entrance, and he sank in, stopping only when her ass was flush against him, and the moan that passed her lips was nothing short of wanton. His words registered, and Erin knew that trying to hold her orgasms after he’d given her several to push her to the point of sensitivity would be the cruelest, most delightful torture, and she’d succumb to every second of it.
Paetyn groaned in the back of his throat as he pushed deep into Erin’s warmth. She always felt like heaven around him. Always welcomed him as if it was the only place he should be. He hadn’t expected to find her in his playroom when Cruz told him he suspected the extra paddle he had found in his room belonged to him, but he should have. Even with their plansto celebrate that weekend, he should have known she wouldn’t miss celebrating on his day.
She’d been a vision as she always was, dressed in his favorite color, wrapped with a bow like the gift she was. Then she’d told him she was going to be good for him, and he immediately conjured several things he wanted to do to her, several ways he wanted to bring her pleasure. And she’d answered each of his questions with a breathy affirmation that served to have his dick standing at attention, preparing for whatever the night brought them.
His first thought had been to take his time, build her release multiple times, and never push her over. Take her right to the brink of breaking before he let her cum for him. But his second thought won out. It would be so much better to make her cum, get her dripping wet, push her to the edge of sensitivity, and then demand she hold her orgasms until he was ready to take them again.
“You always feel like pure bliss, Angel,” he praised, and she moaned, her pussy tightening around him. “Always so ready to take me,” Paetyn stated as he pulled out before rolling his hips and slowly pushing back in.
He gave her slow, deep strokes, wanting her to feel every inch of his dick, every slide of it along her walls. He reveled in every sweet sound that she gave him. Each moan, each little whimper when he angled his hips and hit just the right spot. Paetyn gripped the back of the ribbon that formed the bow, used it as leverage, and pulled her back into each thrust.
