Page 80 of Double or Nothing
“No, I’m not afraid of heights, only claustrophobic spaces,” I reply. “Why do you ask?”
In one smooth move, he steps close to me and whirls me around, facing the glass walls. He grabs both of my wrists, pulls them behind my back and fastens something cold and hard around each of them.
“Seven! What the fuck are you doing? Are those handcuffs? You put handcuffs on me?” I struggle to free my wrists from the cuffs and can’t.
“For this brief moment, you’re all mine,” he tells me, leaning close to my ear and speaking softly. “I’m about to show you what it’s like to be bound and helpless. I’ll take you to the heights of pleasure, but you won’t be able to stop me.”
As if I’d want him to stop.
I stare out at Las Vegas, the lights of the city twinkling back at us. He kisses my neck, my shoulder, then sucks on it, hard, leaving a mark. His hands come up under my sweater and he unhooks my bra. Freeing my breasts, he squeezes them, pinching and pulling on the nipples until I feel a hot rush between my legs.
His hand slides down my stomach to my black pants, popping the button and then unzipping them. He pulls them slowly down my legs until they gather around my ankles. “Step out of them,” he orders, supporting me with his arms while I lift one foot and then the other. He kicks the pants to the corner of the elevator.
He slips his hands over my panties, rubbing my clit through the wet silk. I spread my legs for him, inviting his touch. Grabbing the panties with both hands, he rips them down the middle, shredding the thin fabric.
“Don’t worry about the clothes,” he says when I gasp. “I’ll buy you plenty more.”
He quickly finds my pussy and slides a finger into me. I push my hips back against his hand as he leans in to kiss my neck again.
“Someone might be watching us,” I say. “It’s dark outside and the elevator lights are on.”
“We’re up so high no one will see exactly what we’re doing or who we are, though our silhouettes might give them a general idea of what’s happening,” he says.
“You enjoy public sex, don’t you? And elevators?”
“Fuck yeah,” he answers, chuckling softly. “So do you. We should make a bucket list of exciting public places to fuck, and check them off, one by one.”
“I’m game, if you are.”
His finger flicks my clit back and forth, teasing me, until another finger joins it, sliding up into me. My moans fill the elevator as he works my pussy with his fingers.
“God, Seven,” I say, sighing softly. “That feels so fucking good. Don’t stop.”
I’m so wet that my juices are flowing down my leg with every thrust of his hand. “Do you like it when I finger fuck your tight little pussy?” he asks me, his lips close to my ear. “Tell me what you want. Beg me.”
He presses me up against the elevator wall, my hands cuffed behind me, his arm underneath me the only thing keeping me from falling.
“Yes, I love it,” I moan. “Please don’t stop. I want you. Fuck me here.”
“Not yet,” he murmurs softly. “Spread your legs wider for me.”
I feel his hand slide down between my legs, his fingers pulling out of me. I let out a groan of disappointment. Then he turns me to face him and kneels in front of me. He lifts one of my legs and drapes it over his shoulder to give him better access before he buries his head between my legs. I feel the soft wetness of his tongue on my clit. He licks me gently, swirling around my clit and down my slit, pushing his tongue inside my pussy.
I’m panting for breath as his tongue sends waves of pleasure over my body. It’s all I can do to keep my balance with my hands cuffed behind my back.
“Don’t come,” he orders, suddenly pulling his tongue away. “Not until I give you permission.”
“Please take off the handcuffs,” I plead, pulling against the handcuffs. “I want to touch you.”
“And I enjoy hearing you beg,” he says, shoving two fingers back into my wet pussy. “I love that you’re all mine, to do with as I please.”
My body tenses up at his touch. “Oh God,” I moan. “I think I’m going to come. Oh, please.”
“No,” he orders. “I said not yet. If you come before I give permission, I’ll spank your pretty ass until it’s pink. I might do it anyway just to see how rosy your skin will turn.”
Damn, this is a side of Seven I haven’t seen and it’s hot as fuck.
When I moan again, I feel the hard sting of his hand on my ass, then his hot mouth on my pussy. He sucks my clit into his mouth, flicking it back and forth with his tongue. I try to wriggle away from the sweet torture, but the handcuffs prevent me from moving. I can only stand there, my body one big raw nerve as he edges me, over and over again.
