Page 165 of Taming Seraphine

He walks to a table beside the leather bondage furniture and picks up the pink cat-eye mask I chose at Wonderland. As he approaches, my gaze drops to the perfect outline of his erection. I’m so lost in the sight of those thick veins protruding through the gray sweatpants, that it comes as a surprise when the blindfold covers my eyes.

“What happens now?” I whisper as he fastens it behind my head.

“I’m going to try out a few toys we bought together, including the clamps. Every time you make a pretty noise, I’ll reward you with something from the fountain.”

“Can it be chocolate-covered strawberries, please?” I ask.

He chuckles. “Anything you want. Do I need to remind you of your safe words?”

When I shake my head, Leroi helps me to my feet, and we walk a few steps forward. Being blindfolded is new for me, it’s different from spending hours in the dark. I’m completely dependent on Leroi and can’t see where I’m going, but tiny chinks of light stream through the gaps between the suede and my face, bringing me a sense of security.

The warmth of his hands sinks into my bare skin as he helps me onto the bondage table. I lie back on the butter-soft leather and let Leroi arrange my legs in the stirrups.

“How does that feel?” He strokes my thigh.

“Alright,” I whisper as my belly dips with each of his touches. “Is it time for the clamps?”

His thumb and fingers close in around my nipple, detonating sparks of pleasure. My spine arches off the leather backrest and I moan, unable to control my delight.

“Not yet.” His hot breath fans against my ear, and his voice is husky and filled with promise. “First, I want you to focus on your breathing. Relax and let go of your thoughts while I adjust the straps.”

Ignoring the shivers running down my spine and the wetness gathering in my folds, I inhale a deep breath, just as Leroi taught me in the rooftop garden. He remains close, the heat of his body warming my side as my muscles unwind.

Leroi takes his time exploring my body with his hands and mouth as he fastens each strap. He kisses my nipples, my fingertips, the insides of my knees, and my toes, alternating between giving me pleasure and buckling up the restraints.

I’m lost in the clink of metal, the warm caress of his fingers, and the heat of his mouth on my skin. Each touch intensifies the arousal coiling within me, and pressure builds deep in my core. Before I know it, I’m bound and utterly vulnerable.

The scraping of wood against wood from below makes me think he’s pulling the table of toys closer. My anticipation heightens with several shuddering gasps. Something leathery and soft trails over my inner thigh, setting my skin alight. This has to be the suede flogger the sales clerk promised me I would love.

She was right, and I want more.

“Are you ready for the clamps?” he asks.

My nipples harden in response, and I give him an eager nod.

“Good girl.” His lips press on my forehead. “I know how much you enjoyed them in the store.”

I lick my lips, already knowing I won’t be using the safe word.

Leroi places the clamps on each nipple, letting the rubber-covered tips pinch my skin with a delicious amount of pressure. The sensation is an exquisite mix of pain combined with a pleasure that infuses my nerve endings with sparks.

As the cold metal chain attached to the clamps drops on my breast, I groan, my arms jerking involuntarily within their restraints.

“You took that so well.” He kisses me on the mouth.

Hungry for more, I part my lips, but he pulls away.

As his footsteps retreat across the room, my heart skips several beats. Is he walking to the fountain? I squeeze my eyes shut behind the mask, focus on the sounds and try to decipher what he’s doing, but all I hear is the clink of china and the rumble of the fountain.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Preparing a treat for my good girl.”

Moments later, Leroi returns, pressing something sticky and warm on my lips. I open my mouth and let in a chocolate-covered strawberry. The sharpness of the fruit mingles with the chocolate’s rich creaminess, creating an explosion of flavor that stokes the flames of my excitement.

“How is it?” he asks, his fingers trailing down my neck, heading toward my breasts.

“Better than I imagined,” I reply with a moan, although I’m not sure I’m talking about him or the sweet treats.

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