Page 81 of Revelation (Love Isn't What It Seems 3)

“Okay,” I breathed out. Despite relinquishing the control and giving him all my trust, this was so out of my element and uncharacteristic for me.

“I need the control,” Maxim’s words didn’t surprise me. “I want to control your pleasure. But you have control too, Layla.”

“I do?”

“Yes, you do.” He spread my legs wider and drew in a breath. “All you have to do is say the word, and I’ll stop. No matter what. That is your control.”

That wasn’t so bad. When he put it that way. I heard the swift intake of air in my ears.

“Your scent is intoxicating, Layla.” His voice was a whisper, his breath a breeze against my inner thighs.

I felt his tongue slide over my slit to my clit and a sharp gasp escaped me. This felt amazing. His expert tongue swirled around my clit, then closed his lips around it and sucked on it. A moan left my lips and my body arched into his mouth. I wanted more, the tension in my body already building.

He increased the speed of his tongue, and my back arched, lifting my hips needing more of it. My throbbing clit ached for him. He slid his tongue up my pussy and grabbed hold of my clit again.

“Maxim,” I sighed. “Please.”

He nipped my clit and set an inferno raging through my body. I reached for him but forgot my hands were bound. I wanted to intertwine my fingers through his silky hair. My fingers itched to touch him.

“Don’t move, love,” he rasped, his mouth on my pussy. He thrust two fingers into my pussy, moving in and out of my slick entrance, filling me. But it wasn’t enough. My clit was throbbing, my heart racing. His tongue was back on my clit, lapping at it, nipping it while he finger fucked me.

This felt like the wildest roller coaster ride, my body reaching for brand new heights, heights I had never before experienced. Because of the blindfold, it felt like all my other senses tripled.

“Oh my God, please,” I begged on a moan. His hands cupped my ass, his tongue merciless on my pussy. My body shuddered, chasing the pleasure, arching into him, riding his tongue. It felt amazing, my skin burning with fires licking through my veins. Without warning, the orgasm exploded through me, white lights swirling behind my blindfolded eyelids.

Before I could return to earth, I felt a cold metal on my nipple and my body jolted at the sensation.

“Easy,” he soothed, his voice hoarse. “It’s a nipple clamp.”

I couldn’t see anything but the sensation of the unfamiliar metal on my nipples sent a hot sensation through my body.

“So fucking beautiful.” His voice was warm and sweet, like honey on my tongue. “I’m going to gently tug on the chain between the clamps,” he rasped. “If you don’t like it, tell me.”

I felt him yank on the chain and the feeling of intense and pure pleasure jolted through every inch of my body, making me wet for him all over again.

“Maxim, please,” I begged on a moan. “I need you inside me.”

“Soon, love. I promise,” he cooed.

The mattress shifted, Maxim’s weight lifting off it. A rustling noise traveled to my ears. He must have been getting undressed.

I craved his touch, his lips, him inside me. I waited, the anticipation building up within my body. Maxim tugged the clamp, the sharp sensation against my nipples sending a sizzling sensation through me.

“Oh!” His mouth trailed down my skin, licking and sucking the sensitive skin. I was so sensitive everywhere. I had no idea when my bound hands grabbed the iron bars of the headboard but I was gripping onto it hard. I needed him desperately and if he didn’t get inside me soon, I’d ditch the entire binding idea and straddle him so I could feel him inside me.

Something cold landed on my breast, the chilling sensation against my hot skin sending goosebumps through me.

“Nipple clamps,” he whispered hoarsely.

The cold trails lingered over my breast, then traveled down my belly and then down to my clit. The cold sensation against my heat sent my body into a spiral. I lifted my hips against it, needing more of… something. He tugged on the clamps, pulling my nipples and breasts; pain and pleasure mixing.

“Maxim!” I cried out.

“You’re mine,” he whispered against my ear and without a warning, he thrust his cock into me and at the same time pulled the nipple clamps off.

“Yes!” I screamed out.

My body arched into him, opening to take all of him. It felt vulnerable and empowering to be like this. I couldn’t touch him, I couldn’t see him but I had never felt closer to another human being.

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