Page 27 of Bind Me, Sir

I waited for her to use her safeword, but she relented, allowing me to move her unbound leg toward the altar’s other corner. Her slickened petals peeled apart, opening heaven before my eyes.

Pink, wet, and swollen, her clit protruded beneath the surrounding black curls.

Swallowing a sudden rush of saliva but unable to help the pre-cum that smeared inside my pants, I tied her ankle tighter than I’d intended, making her unable to escape me on her own.

“Color?” I asked, the word more ragged than I’d planned.

“Green,” she didn’t hesitate to reply.

I longed to dive in head first, lick every trace of cream from her thighs, lapping the smears up and inward—until partaking much more than a mere sip from her dripping pussy.

Teeth clenched, I rounded the altar. Natalie shied as I trailed my knuckles down her cheek, but she let out a breath and relaxed, allowing my fingertips to trace the lower edge of her plump lip, her jaw, beneath the lobe of her right ear.

The soft skin of her arm pebbled beneath my feathery touch, and I grasped her wrist. She allowed me to remove her arm from her core, and I gently tied her wrist, then the second, to the ring above her head, spreading her out like a true sacrifice, arms overhead, lifting her breasts.

“Okay, love?” I whispered once more, my focus flitting down over her curvy form.

“Yes.”

I stepped back to fully admire Natalie, appreciation of her submission filling me with a sense of satisfaction I’d never enjoyed before. Standing between her spread thighs, I roamed my gaze over her body—her trembling arms, lips parted with pants, plump breasts with their dark, straining nipples. Quivering belly and shivering legs … the perfection between her thighs, the droplet of cream clinging to the bottom of her slit.

I picked up the first toy meant to focus her mind on sensation rather than reality and slid the black feather’s tip along the inside of her calf and up her thigh. She whimpered and shifted as though wanting more—a firmer touch—and I grinned.

Natalie had a long night ahead of her.

Chapter Fourteen

Natalie

Torture, plain and simple. No pain, nothing of what I’d expected between a scening couple, but my body barreled toward climax and hovered at his gentle touch.

Feather, I realized as he tickled up my stomach, completely ignoring where I needed him most. I focused on the fluttering edge kissing my skin, circling my straining nipple. He left both aching buds alone, sliding the feather’s tip up my neck—along my lips.

He began a path southward upon reaching my wrists, and I fought off shivers, thankful I wasn’t ticklish in the least. Wetness seeped from my core, and I panted, wrapped up enough in my need to come that embarrassment over my level of arousal didn’t rise.

He slid the feather down between my breasts. Flutters over my pubis, teasing at the curls atop, lifted my hips as needy sounds slipped past my lips.

“Color, love?”

“Green.” I gasped as he slid the feather down over my weeping core. “So green. Please…”

“I know what you need,” he murmured as the feather’s touch disappeared.

I licked my dry lips, desperate to open my eyes to see what he planned next, but obeyed his earlier command to keep them shut.

Next came another feather-soft touch trailing up over my body, and I breathed in the scent of a rose as he slid the petals over my lips. Lost in a tidal wave of need, my mind melted into goo, alive for the next touch, the next form of torture he mastered.

Jordan grasped my ankle, but a glove of sorts covered his hand, one slightly rough. Sliding his hand upward along my leg created electrical-like zaps straight to where I throbbed, and I moaned as his other hand followed in the first’s path, but covered in silk, gently soothing the slight abrasion, tingling from the leading hand.

More pressure than the feather and rose, but no pain—enough that I hoped he would finally touch me where I wanted him most. Again, he ignored my center and caressed down my other trembling leg.

I whimpered when he finally held my breasts in both hands, one scratching, one smooth as satin. Lifting into his grasp, I offered myself, lower lip between my teeth to keep from begging even though my whimpers escaped.

Hot breath caressed my nipple, and wet heat closed over me.

“Oh!” I gasped and arched against his mouth, and he tugged me deep, sending a rush of arousal to slip from my body. “Oh, God...”

Jordan released his hold on me too quickly, denying my climax, and blew across my aching bud, tightening the tip almost painfully.

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