Page 158 of Carnal Urges
I lift my arms and present my hands, wrists together. He snaps the handcuffs around them, cinching them tight. Then he bendsdown and slides the blindfold over my eyes, adjusting the elastic in the back so it’s snug and I can’t see a thing.
He steps away, leaving me shivering on my knees, swallowing convulsively, blinded.
“Perfect,” he murmurs.
Between my legs, I’m soaking wet. I want to reach down and touch my clit to see if it’s as swollen as it feels, but he hasn’t given me permission to, so I simply wait and tremble, feeling gloriously alive.
I hear the slither of fabric. Thezizzof a zipper being drawn down. He’s taking off his clothes. It’s taking him forever.
I’m so turned on, I’m in danger of exploding.
Then his voice is near my ear. “I’m going to fuck you while you’re bound and blindfolded, sweet girl. But first I’m going to eat your pussy and turn that perfect arse of yours bright red.”
My exhalation is a moan.
“If you come before I allow it, I won’t be pleased. Do you want to please me?”
I blurt something. Babble it, more like. I think it’s an affirmative, but I honestly couldn’t say for sure until Declan replies, “Good girl.”
How those two simple words make me shake. How they make emotion expand inside my chest until it’s painful.
He smooths a hand over my hair. Kisses me softly on the forehead. Tweaks my hard nipples until I’m panting. Then he pulls me to my feet and helps me over to the bed. He pushes me flat on top of the collection of sex toys and holds me down with a hand pressed against the middle of my back.
His voice rough with emotion, he says, “You own me, Sloane. Every corner of my worthless black soul. Every piece of my corrupt black heart. You own it all, and you always will. I’m your slave, not the other way around. Never forget it.”
Then he gives me such a forceful whack with the leather whip, I scream.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he says through gritted teeth, and whips me again.
My moan is loud and broken. My ass burns and my pussy throbs. My nipples are tight and tingling. “More,” I beg. “Please, sir. Again.”
He says something in Gaelic, something that sounds like praise. I get another blow, and another. Pain sears along my backside, followed by heat, followed by a powerful pulse of pleasure.
I might be able to come with this and nothing else but his words.
He rolls me roughly to my back, forces my thighs apart, and shoves his face between my legs, latching on to my engorged clit with his greedy mouth and sucking.
Arching, I groan and bury my hands into his hair.
He slides a big finger inside me and fucks me with it while he eats me and I writhe helplessly against the bed.
“So fucking beautiful,” he growls, pausing to bite the tender flesh on the inside of my thigh. “My beautiful girl. Say you need me to fuck you.”
“I need you to fuck me, sir. Please, please, please.”
He goes back to licking and sucking my clit, reaching up to pinch my nipples as he does. It feels so good, I cry out his name.
He rolls me back over to my belly and whips my ass again. The slim leather straps crack over my skin with a sharp, whistling noise that sounds like the most beautiful music I’ve ever heard.
Desperate for relief, I break and start to grind against the bed.
Abandoning the whip to the floor, Declan drags me up to my knees and spanks my ass and upper thighs with his bare palm. He stops only to fondle my drenched pussy and tweak my clit before spanking me again.
I’m sobbing. Begging. Crying out deliriously, trying so hard tobe good and not come. Trying to please him because at this moment, it’s all that matters to me in the world.
He’smy world, and everything in it.
The bed dips with his weight. He grips my hip in one hand and guides his hard cock to my entrance with the other.
