Page 28 of Bind Me, Sir

“Okay?” he asked, the rough pad covering his thumb rubbing circles around my other nipple.

I stood on the brink of release, trembling and gasping, unable to keep tears from slipping from my clenched eyelids.

“P-please, Jordan,” I heard myself beg through the ringing in my ears. “Need...”

His touch moved higher, following the path of the feather up to my wrists, and until he reached my toes once more, I floated on a cloud of desire like I’d never known, overwhelming need I couldn’t voice. All thought but Jordan’s next touch, his next caress, fled into oblivion.

“Please,” I managed to whisper again as his touch disappeared, my tears unstoppable.

Wet heat once more closed over my nipple, and he ran his hand—finally skin on skin—down over my belly. I lifted toward his touch, but he bypassed my aching nub. He dragged his finger upward through my slit, and I nearly bowed off the altar with a gasp.

“So wet, love.”

I cried, trying to angle my hips enough his fingertips would slide into me—or flick against my clit so my climax would own me.

“Tell me what you desire, Natalie. Tell me what you need.”

“You—”

His touch disappeared again, and crying out in frustration, I finally opened my eyes.

Jordan rounded the end of the altar and knelt, his lust-filled eyes ensnaring my gaze as he lifted his focus off my dripping center. He leaned in and licked from my puckered hole upward, two fingers sliding deep inside me as his hot mouth closed over my clit.

My head dropped back onto the altar with a cry, my climax rushing through me with the force of a nor’easter, stealing my breath and slamming against every cell in my body. Every muscle inside me convulsed as wave after wave clenched my walls around his plunging fingers and suckling lips.

I writhed. Gasped. Moaned his name.

He continued to suck on my clit, finger fucking me into oblivion, wringing every last bit of my climax from my body. Heart threatening to pound straight through my chest, I finally lay lax, and he pulled his fingers from my body, kissing down along my slit.

“So sweet, love,” he murmured and kissed again. “So goddamn delicious.”

I still floated, but in a whole different way. Every inch of my skin tingled in satiated bliss, the furrow of my brow smoothing. A shuddering sigh rippled down over me as I finally rested against the cushioned altar.

The thought I’d known what a climax was before that moment tugged my lips upward in a smile. And the thought of experiencing such a one with Jordan buried deep inside my body aroused me with force even though I’d shattered into a million pieces moments before.

A warm, wet towel pressed between my thighs, and I realized in my dazed reality that Jordan had left me unattended briefly. He wiped me clean, but didn’t meet my gaze until he stood beside me.

“Are you okay, love?” he asked, lust still raging in his eyes.

“Yes.” I glanced down to find a mouth-watering hard ridge lining his slacks. Licking my lower lip, I returned my focus to his face. “Let me thank you for this, Sir,” I begged, not yet ready to stop our scening together. “Please.”

With a groan, he moved above my head, loosening the silk scarves binding my arms. I lowered my hands to my chest, and he grasped my shoulders, pulling me toward him. Sweat-slickened skin allowed me to slide easily across the cushion beneath me, and I found the back of my head tipping off the altar’s edge, Jordan’s bulge directly in front of my face.

His hands steady—while I began to tremble—Jordan released his thick length, and I stared as he grasped the head and slid his palm down to the root.

“Open,” he said, tapping the swollen head against my parted lips.

The musky scent of him flooded my mouth, and my thighs attempted to clench together as I flicked my tongue to gather the bead of moisture easing from its tip.

Opening wide, I closed my eyes and relaxed.

Jordan slid into my waiting, watering mouth, and we both groaned as he bottomed out against the back of my throat. With a gentleness I hadn’t expected, he grasped the back of my head with one hand, the other closing over my neck, holding me steady.

He pulled out and sank back in, angling my head so he might slide in a bit farther.

I’d only given one blowjob in my life, but my gag reflex wasn’t too active—perfect for deep throating. Confident in giving him release, I reached overhead and grasped his forearms, pulling him in deep once more.

Wetness leaked from my body as Jordan upped his pace, my tongue lathing along his steel-like length.

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