Page 40 of My Salvation
His gaze snares mine until I agree to leave my hands at my side. For my reward, he returns his attention back to my nipple. He plays with it for another minute before sucking it into a stiff peak and placing the clamp back on it. I whimper, then moan. The brief respite from the clamp only seemed to make it more sensitive. A fresh wave of pain and pleasure rolls through me. Moving to my other breast, he repeats the same.
His eyes are flames. At my submissiveness, at my pain, at my pleasure, maybe all of it. He needs it for his own fire. Knowing I make him burn is gasoline to the fire raging within me.
Tugging lightly on the chain, he holds it for a minute before releasing it. My body arches as the pain and pleasure war within me.
“More, please, Lowell,” I beg.
Unbuttoning my pants, he lifts me up and pulls them off me. Pulling my feet up, he lays each one flat on the cold counter and spreads my legs apart. He stands up straight so he can take in the full view. I’m completely at his mercy.
Leaning over, one hand goes to the chain between my breasts, while the other strokes down my wet pussy. Groaning, I hold my breath as I wait for the next round to begin. Will he choose pleasure or pain?
“Breathe.”
As I exhale, his fingers pull on the chain, while his other hand strokes my clit at the same time. The string of desire tying them together becomes a line of living flame.
Gasping, my legs fall open. “More.” My body uses the pain as fuel for the pleasure. I want it all.
“Tell me.”
“I’m yours. My body is yours.”
Groaning at my submission, his mouth replaces his fingers on my clit. Sucking and stroking hard, wringing pleasure against the backdrop of the pain from the clamps. His fingers move down, diving into the pool of wetness soaking me.
Panting heavily, I raise up on my elbows and wait. Looking up, his green eyes meet mine just as his fingers thrust into my pussy. My head falls back as pleasure rolls up through me. When my hips try to lift to meet the thrust of his fingers, he uses his mouth on my clit to hold me in place.
“Please, please let me come.” Quivering, I’m holding on to my control by my fingernails. In response, his fingers thrust faster in and out, while his tongue flicks faster on my clit. Feeling the edge of my orgasm, I cry out, desperate to come. “Lowell, I can’t stop it.”
Lifting his head, he smiles darkly as his fingers curl up inside me. His other hand unclamps my nipples, shooting tingles and pain through my breasts. The sensations prove to be too much as my body slides off the cliff.
Screaming, I come hard. My body clenches tightly on his fingers, milking them as if they were his cock inside of me. Darkness wraps around my peripheral vision as I succumb to the pleasure cascading in waves through me. I lay there, boneless and panting, waiting for the waves to subside. Lowell plants light kisses on my inner thigh as he watches me recover.
After a few minutes, the tremors stop, and while I should probably be embarrassed, I lay there spread out as I stare at this incredible man. He brings out a side of me I never knew existed. A side I need, where I don’t have to maintain such rigid control. I allow him to see all that in my face.
“Beautiful, my dear. Simply beautiful.” His voice is raspy as he stares down at me.
Looking up into the glitter of his green eyes, I notice he is breathing heavily, his own control hanging by a thread. His fingers trail over my body lightly, as if he needs that slight touch. He doesn’t ask for more. Although I know he wants it.
Pulling him down on top of me, I give him my passion in a kiss. Devouring him, I stroke his need. Breathing heavily, I whisper, “Thank you for giving me what I need. Let me do the same.”
Pushing him off, I raise my hands to ask for his help in getting up. Once up, I slide down onto the barstool to bring my mouth in alignment with his cock. Reaching out, I undo his belt. His hands grip mine to hold them still. Knowing he needs the words, I look up and feed them to him.
“I need to taste you, lick you, and suck you. And when you are on the edge, I want you to fuck my mouth.”
Swallowing, he releases my hands to finish undressing him. Shoving his pants and briefs down, his long, hard cock waits for my grip. My tongue reaches out and licks from the base to the tip, savoring the taste and manly smell before opening wide to take him into my mouth. Going down as far as I can, I swallow before pulling his cock back out to the tip, sucking along the way. I swirl my tongue around the rim of his head before going back down.
“You’re so beautiful with your mouth wrapped around my cock. That pink tongue licking and swirling. That’s it.” He moans as his hand sweeps through my hair.
My other hand lightly caresses his balls before moving to explore the base of his cock. His breath hisses out as my fingers find the silky patch between his legs, and he thrusts into my mouth hard. Continuing to stroke this hot spot, I time the stroke with my mouth going down onto his shaft. Faster and faster. My other hand pulls down as my mouth goes back to the tip. Fuck, he’s so hard. He moans loudly as his control wavers on the edge.
His hand reaches out to grasp my hair, pulling my head back. Watching my face, he withdraws his cock all the way, then pushes slowly back into my mouth, taking it further than before.
“Just another inch. That’s it.”
He repeats this maneuver, making me take two more inches. Gagging a little, he stills, letting me breathe. When I settle, he strokes in and out, exactly to that point each time. Moaning, his hips piston back and forth, faster and faster. His grip tightens on my hair, holding me in place.
“That’s it, take my cock, all the way. Fuck.” Groaning, he traces the hollows in my cheek. “Your sweet, wet mouth was made for me. Seeing your plump lips stretched across my cock, sucking every inch, makes me feel like you were made just for me.”
A couple more thrusts, and roaring, he comes, filling my mouth. I swallow, and he moans at the sensation. Breathing heavily, he releases my hair and pulls out of my mouth. Leaning down, he kisses me. Not one of his controlled kisses. A proper, hard, messy fucking kiss showing a serious lack of control. I smile. This is my reward.
