Page 116 of The Bachelor

I wanted to reach down and fist his cock.

But I was tied to this bed.

And the only thing I could do was scream.

So, that was what I gave him.

“Ahhh!” I drew in more air. “Fuuuck!”

The second my voice let up, he gave me his teeth. He didn’t bite. This was nibbling, where he added a short flicker of pain before he soothed it with something soft.

Something that felt like the swishing of bird wings.

Goose bumps covered me.

My breathing turned labored.

My legs spread, even more so as he moved his way down my body.

But those tiny pulses didn’t leave; he just spaced them out on different spots, first on my chest and then slowly dipping vertically down my navel.

“What is that?” I asked, not realizing I was pulling at my wrists, the rope gnawing at my skin. Still, I couldn’t stop. It was as though I needed the pain to offset all this pleasure.

“It doesn’t matter. What matters is that it feels good.”

“Oh God, does it.”

“How about this?”

There was a wave of movement. A sensation that almost felt like eyelashes kissing my skin, similar to what my mom would do when I was a kid, but the distance it swept was much longer. Wider. And the feeling was a combination of tickling and this erotic buzz.

“I’m dying,” I groaned, my back lifting, my head driving into the pillow beneath it.

“You just want more?”

“Yesss.” Just as I filled my lungs again, I yelled, “Ahhh!” This time because something freezing was on my nipple. “What the hell is that?” My back fell against the mattress, and the coldness moved to my other breast. “Ice?” I swallowed. “Is that what it is?”

“Wait until I press it on your cunt.”

My toes ground into the bed as he dragged the cube down my chest and stomach, stopping at the top of my boy shorts.

“They look so fucking perfect on you. I hate to take them off.” He gripped the sides of the panties. “But they have to go.”

And just like that, they were gone from my body, my bareness completely out in the open, and the first thing I felt was air. Like he was blowing as hard as he could across my pussy.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

My legs attempted to close, but he kept them open, maneuvering some part of his body on each of my inner thighs so I couldn’t move them inward.

“Do you know how fucking hot it is that I can tie you up and you completely trust me?”

I felt so exposed.

Devoured.

Desired.

And even though I couldn’t see him, my vision filled with white fireworks on a black background. I felt his stare scanning every part of me.

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