Page 57 of Vivacity
She begins the staccato gibbering that I know means she’s seriously turned on. ‘Oh—oh—oh—oh.God.’
‘Tell me how it feels,’ I command. My dick may be close to ripping the fly of my trousers open, but I’m holding onto my control with every ounce of strength I have.
She dips her head to look down at where the tip of the feather has disappeared between her legs.
‘It’s so… teasing. It’s so not nearly enough. Ugh, it’s fucking torture.’
‘Really.’ I step closer and burrow between her legs to the soaked flesh I knew I’d find. Holding her open with my free hand, I use the feather to tickle those deeper, hidden parts, brushing it back and forth over her clit.
‘Shit.’ She bucks against me, into my touch, as best she can, which is to say not very well, given how flush her body lies against the wooden cross. ‘Ethan, please. Seriously.’
I’ve done far more hardcore things than this in my past, used more aggressive toys. I’m employing a fucking feather, after all.
But never has it felt this heady to edge a woman.
Never have power and delight and gratification coursed so warmly through my veins.
Because this isSophia,the ultimate free spirit, the woman I can only have a small part of on her terms, and here she is, tied to a cross at my behest on a Saturday night, moaning and writhing for everyone to witness in all her naked, shameless, splendid glory.
She’s made herself vulnerable to me because sheknowsI get off on it, and sheknowsI’ll deliver for her, and that trust she’s given me burns me up.
SOPHIA
Every inch of me is aflame as this netherworldly king continues to edge me with the most innocuous of props. Heat licks over my sensitive skin, mapping me. I’m sweating like the last cucumber in a women’s prison, to be honest. And, as unbearable as the ache, the desperation is, I’m in love with this feeling. I’m consumed by this anticipation.
Never has sex felt quite so sacrificial. He could throw a lit match at my feet and finish the job, and I’d happily go up in flames for him. He’s barely touching me, yet the stakes feel sky-high. After all, he has me stripped and lashed to a cross in a sex club.
And it seems we’re attracting quite the audience. Of the two of us, I have the outward-facing view, and watching the members drift towards us has my arousal ratcheting up tenfold. They’re mainly guys, staring at my body with thinly disguised hunger. One guy has his dick out and is stroking himself firmly as he watches me react to my gorgeous boss’ teasing. A man and woman stand together behind Ethan. He has his hand down the front of her leather skirt, and the way she’s squirming against him tells me she’s feeling it.
I’m not surprised.
She’s getting a pretty fucking good show. A voluptuous woman splayed out naked on a cross and a hot-as-fuck guycommanding her body, reducing her to a puddle on the fucking floor with nothing more than a simple feather?
I’d pay good money to watch this.
But I have the best view in the house, because Ethan’s face as he stands inches away from me and explores my most sensitive flesh with the silken strands of his feather is noble and stoic even as it’s etched with indescribable longing. I’m not the only one in pain here.
‘I need more,’ I whisper. He’s close enough that he can hear me above the music.
‘What do you need, sweetheart?’ He brushes the feather lightly, lightly, over my clit and stares at my mouth.
‘Anything. Your mouth. Your fingers. Justyou. I wantyouto touch me.’
‘This is all for you. All of it. All you have to do is ask.’
He takes a step back, dropping the feather theatrically so it floats to the floor. There’s no doubt this man knows how to command a room.
‘Your fingers okay?’ He frowns up at my shackled hands, and I wiggle my fingers for him.
‘Yep. But the rest of me isn’t. Make me come.’
‘Certainly, madam.’
He grins down at me, and it’s so damn sexy. Some of his hair has fallen over his forehead, and I wish I had a hand free to rake through it. Then he’s kissing me, pressing his taut body up against me once again, and I give myself over to all of it—the heat radiating from his body, and the supple power of his tongue, and the strokes of his hands as he slides them up and down my raised arms.
He breaks away and gets elegantly to his knees before me, glancing up at me through his lashes before sliding a couple of fingers deep into my pussy and twisting them. The angle at which my legs are fixed may not be conducive to full access, butthe burn is instant. It’s averygood burn, an incredible feeling of fullness. I really hope he fucks me right after this.
Then he’s twisting his head for better access, and I hang my head and stare down, a mess of ravenous hormones as he starts to lick me. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything hotter than the sight this angle affords me of his jaw working as he does. He has a little stubble tonight. It makes him look more undone, andfuckif the sandpapery rasp of it isn’t giving me all the friction I need.
