Page 23 of The Ties We Break

“Erm…If I had a choice, which I know I don’t really, I would prefer not to have my breasts exposed.”

“Tits, Belle. They are tits, don’t be afraid to call them that. You are right. Normally you don’t get a choice, but this time you do. If you would like me not to expose your tits, that’s fine. I can move my fingers somewhere new or stop altogether. Or I can expose your tits and show you some great pleasure,” Declan explains with no hint on which option I should pick. So I go with my personal preference.

“Please don’t expose my tits in public.” My voice is barely a whisper, but as soon as he hears me, his hands stop instantly, and he pulls away.

My nipples feel sore and inflamed, but there’s also a weird sensation I can’t explain. It's like they’re bereft and are craving his touch again. I start to worry I’ve made the wrong decision until I feel his right hand begin to scrape up my thigh. He scoops under my skirt, pulling it up to my waist, exposing the little black lace thong I was instructed to wear.

Luckily, the balcony covers my bottom half and the way Declan’s body crowds around mine, there's no way the people in the next booth can see me. Before I have a chance to question what he’s going to do, Dec begins nibbling on my ear and whispering, “I will expose your pussy instead. In fact, I might do a little more than that. I’m going to make you come, right here, where anyone could see. But, before I do, it’s time for you to learn another of my rules. I own your orgasms. They are mine. You will only come when I tell you that you can. If you come, or I find out that you have come without my permission, you will face the highest level of punishment. Do you understand?” he asks, as his fingers slowly stroke over the fabric of my thong, along my lips. The combination of his voice rumbling in my ear and his fingers touching my panty-covered slit is too much. I can’t help thrusting my ass backwards with a moan. I grind into his cock, and it feels like he’s growing more.

“I understand, Sir,” I reply, sounding breathy and wanton.

He doesn’t reply, instead, he concentrates on dragging his finger along my thong. Each time he repeats the motion, he pushes the material further into my slit before finally touching my clit. It’s only a slight touch with the tip of his finger, but it’s enough for me to emit another groan.

“Are you wet for me, Belle?” he growls as he plasters kisses below my ear.

“Yes.” That’s all I can manage. My mind is elsewhere, focusing on how it feels to be touched like this. I’ve never experienced anything like it.

“Yes, what?” he snaps as he rubs his finger hard against my fabric-covered clit.

I can’t help the scream that rushes from my mouth, and I quickly take one of my hands away from clasping onto the balcony handle and cover my mouth, hoping to lessen the noises I can’t stop myself from making.

“Yes, Sir. I am wet, just for you, Sir,” I reply quickly, although I’m sure it comes across as a mumble through my hand, and before I know what’s happening, Declan rips my panties off before handing them to me. I turn to look at him, wanting to question what the hell he did that for. But the look of passion and raw sex plastered across his face stops me. It’s like my brain turns off, handing over all decision-making to my pussy, and she’s clearly not thinking logically, or at all.

Without a second thought, I lean forward and press my lips against his. His lips are surprisingly soft, but then they harden as the surprise of my attack finally registers with him. Although it wasn’t quite the passionate kiss I was hoping for, at least I tried, so I reluctantly pulled my lips away. But I don’t get far before one of his hands captures the back of my head and pulls me back into place. He leans in slightly, and I hold my breath as I wait for his lips to meet mine. At the last second, he tilts my head and begins kissing down my neck. He hits that sweet spot again, but it’s still not enough to replace that sinking feeling that he didn’t want to kiss me.

Trying my best to push those feelings away, I concentrate on how he nibbles up my neck and across my jaw. Before long, it consumes me and I fucking love it. I can’t get enough of the way his hands feel against my skin, and I claw at his back, desperate to get closer to him.

My back is plastered against the balcony, and I feel so bad that I’m not watching Kian. I hear the bell indicate that his fight has started, but I don’t care. I just want more of Declan. As I pull him closer, I feel his cock stabbing against my stomach, and I want to reach down and touch it, but I know the rules. If I break them, this might stop, and I don’t want this to end.

Declan begins to run his finger along my very wet slit, and this time it’s no longer covered by panties. He has no restrictions, except that he can’t fuck me with his dick. But he can use his fingers, which is precisely what he does. Making sure I’m ready first, he then pushes two of his wet fingers into my aching hole. I bite down on my lip but still can't suppress the moan that escapes. I feel so full and stretched, and as he begins to piston in and out, Declan covers my mouth with his hand to contain my screams.

He starts slow before speeding up, and it feels like he curves his fingers to hit the illustrious spot that causes me to shudder. As those sensations overwhelm me, he uses the hand that was just covering my mouth to touch my clit. I couldn’t be more glad of the railing being here as it’s the only thing preventing me from falling. My legs are beginning to wobble whilst the array of sensations smash around my body.

When I realise I’m almost at that peak, the point of no return, I remember Dec’s earlier instruction. “Please…Please, Sir. I–I…need…I’m going to…Please can I–I come?” I mumble, struggling to speak coherently and find the correct words.

“You can come, beautiful, but you must use your voice and tell me all about it. The dirtier you are the better, Belle,” he replies and at first, I’m worried, but then I feel my body start to take over, and I slowly let go.

My whole body starts to coil, and my muscles tense before they finally let loose. My legs shake and turn to jelly, and I feel ripples of electricity all through my lower stomach and into my pussy. It feels like my pussy is clutching onto his fingers, desperate to never let them go. And vocally, I lose control.

“Fuck! Declan…I mean, Sir. Fuck! I–I feel…it feels so good. Your fingers…ARGH…like magic. My pussy is clutching your fingers. FUCK! I’m so close,” I shout in between moans.

Declan nibbles on my neck and whispers in my ear. “Come, Belle. Now!”

It’s like his words have a direct line to my pussy because as soon as I hear him, my body responds. “I–I’m I’m coming. Dec, I’m coming on your fingers. I’m falling apart for you. Fuck, I’m imagining it’s your cock.”

As the shakes and sensations subside, I slowly begin to calm my breathing down. Declan’s watching me with a smile, and I lean forward to press my lips to his. But once again, he pulls away and my face falls.

Using his free hand, he lifts my chin until I’m facing him and gives me a small smile. “Belle, don’t be sad. Kissing is something that is very intimate in our world. I’m worried that if we kiss, it will make this more than it is. I can’t let you develop feelings. I am sorry if this upsets you.”

With a false smile, I try not to let what he said bother me. He’s right. We shouldn’t get too close or develop feelings. I’m pulled out of those thoughts when I feel his fingers gently being pulled from my pussy, and I remember the rules.

“Thank you for letting me come, Sir,” I mutter as a groan leaves my throat when his fingers leave my pussy. I feel slightly sore but mostly just empty.

In what I officially dubbed yesterday one of the sexiest moves I’ve ever seen, Dec brings his fingers to his lips and begins to suck all the juices off them. I watch as he circles his tongue around each finger, ensuring they’re completely clean.

Watching him is so intoxicating, and our close proximity makes me wish we could kiss. “I wish I could taste myself on your tongue,” I whisper.

Fuck, not only am I shocked I had the balls to say that, but I’m more surprised by how much I really want to taste myself. I’ve read about it in books, and fuck does it sound hot.

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