Page 45 of Elicit (Decadence After Dark)

It’s total body stimulation. I suck air through my nose ravenously as a climax ignites. I come hard and fast, taking us both by surprise.

“Holy shit.” Jett’s aqua eyes blaze as bright as my core, a residual kindling of my orgasm still present. I sag in the ropes, helpless and bleeding nonstop arousal.

Jett grabs my face and forces me to look up.

“That was just the first,” he rasps. “I want you to watch. I want you to look in that mirror and watch yourself every time you come. I want you to see what I see. I want you to see how beautiful you are when you really let go. When you’re caught off guard. What you look like when you’re totally free.”

His hand travels down my body, his fingertips grazing the pearl necklaces draped over my chest, my naked abdomen, and my clamped clit. I shudder from the internal tremors and his light touch. “Again.” He pumps the vibrator, causing more friction, calling on another climax. “Eyes open.”

I whine loudly around the gag, my body succumbing. Tightening, tensing, my pussy and ass sucking the rubbery shaft until I’m exploding around it once more. Oh god, my eyes tear and my limbs shake as the clamps pinch and the toy tortures me.

I try to watch. I try to see what he sees, but my vision is blurry.

“You are beautiful.” Jett grips the vibrator, thrusting it until I’m hot-pressed to another boiling point. I jerk spastically.

“Watch yourself.” He halts, running the chain threateningly through his fingertips. I glare into the mirror—an overworked, underappreciated, abused shell is all I see.

“Whatever you see is not the truth.” He tugs on the puppet string, my clit and nipples straining. I stretch my body as far as it will go, chasing after some reprieve.

I groan tormentedly as Jett pushes me past all my limits. Demanding more of me. Demanding everything.

The tears finally escape my eyes. Is this what he wants to see?

“Stay with me.” His statement is stern. I slide my guarded, watery gaze to his. My skin is flushed, I’m out of breath, and my cheeks are redder than apples.

“You are never more beautiful or more mine than when you’re free.”

He continuously yanks, commanding another implosion from my exhausted body.

The strain on my sore nipples and clit combined with the relentless buzz of the vibrator and unrelenting massage of every square inch of my pelvic and anal walls induces me to detonate again. Cherry-flavored spit saturates the gag.

My limbs feel like a thousand pounds while my head is as light as a feather.

I whimper debilitated as Jett gropes me, taking full advantage of my physically and emotionally incapacitated state.

Jett said we were going to soar, and he was so right because I feel like I’m high—drugged, stoned, tranqed, blazed.

“Do you know why I don’t care if you fuck other men? Because I know when you come with them you only feel it here.” He cups my pussy, and I wince from the contact with the clamp. “But when I make you come. You not only feel it here”—he sinks one finger inside me, sliding it right up against the rubbery shaft—“you feel it here”—he withdraws his hand and places it on my chest, under the pearls—“and here.” He then touches my forehead before kissing it lovingly. No one has ever touched me so affectionately before. “They can have your body.I’mthe one who reigns over your entire being.”

I only have the strength to respond to him with my pained eyes. What does he see? Is it really me? Who is that person? I wish he could tell me.

With two quick tugs, he frees me, catching me as I fall listlessly

into his arms.

“One more.” He removes the gag and tastes the cherry flavor left lingering on my lips. “One more time for me.” Then out comes the vibrator before he climbs onto the mattress, drawing me with him. “I want to feel how wet you are. I want to feel you with nothing between us.” Jett lays on his back and urges me to sit on his straining cock. It’s a mind-numbing torture. My pussy is so tender yet still ferociously ravenous. I moan, oversexed, lustfully, and loudly as I ride him. The two of us engaging in sheer unadulterated pleasure. The hard feel of his protruding cock strokes my center at the perfect angle, the clamps upping the ante with their erotic pinch. The balls of his piercing aggravating my enflamed tissue.

Jett stretches out beneath me, reaping everything I have to give. “Make me come, baby. Make me fucking come.” Jett looks and sounds like he’s on another planet. I ride him harder, faster, until our cries are deafening. We come together, spasms snapping through our bodies like electric shocks. Currents of galvanizing pleasure continually passing between us, connecting us in a way I never thought possible.Never thought was possible for me.

When the earthquakes finally stop shaking the room, I collapse. Dead, done, gone.

I have been fucked a lot of different ways but never, ever like that.

Jett rolls me over onto my back, my whole universe throbbing. He shoves his tongue down my throat and swallows my suffering sounds as he unclamps my most sensitive parts, caressing each area gently as the blood rushes back to the surface.

I know what’s coming next. The first time he did it, it threw me for a loop.

Once I’m relaxed, Jett hauls me into his arms and cocoons himself around me. He likes to cuddle. I’m sure all night if I’d let him. But I can never sleep after sex, no matter how satisfying. So I usually just listen to him drift off and then sneak out of the room.

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