Page 116 of Ward Willing
Kneeling.
His footsteps are heavy as he walks closer, and even though my eyes are covered, I keep my face angled down at the ground. A shudder works through me when the tips of his fingers brush along my left shoulder, and the heat radiating off his body only makes me feel hotter. I expect him to tease me a bit, but he’s quiet. I shift my weight to alleviate my aching core, wondering all the while what he’s thinking.
Is he displeased? Or does he enjoy seeing me on my knees?
“Please sit on the edge of the bed.”
I try to gauge the tone of his voice, but without being able to see his face, it’s hard to tell how he’s feeling by those seven words. I stand up and he places his warm hands on my shoulders, guiding me to the edge of the bed. As he gently pushes me down so I’m sitting on the edge, I pull my legs together before he takes his hands and spreads my legs. I inhale sharply, but I don’t speak.
My heart starts to beat erratically when I hear the rustle of his clothes and the warmth of his body against the inside of my thighs. His hands come to my bare hips, and in one swift motion, he tilts them up.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, my whole body shaking with anticipation.
“I told you that I was going to punish you for acting out earlier.”
“But…”
“We talked, yes, but I never said I wasn’t going to see that part of it through.”
My skin heats as his breath fans against the mesh material of my panties.
“I want you to count, Zoe.”
“Count?”
Before I can process what he could possibly mean, his teeth are dragging the mesh over my mound to the side, and then his tongue swipes from my core to my clit in one warm, flat motion. I jerk at the sudden contact, and the mesh material of my bra rubs against my hardening nipples. I squeeze my eyes shut even though they’re covered, arching my back slightly as he chuckles against my skin.
“You respond so well to me. Even that first night. It’s like you were made just for me.”
I gasp as he slides his tongue up and down in smooth, languid motions that have me bucking my hips every time his tongue presses against my clit. Like before, he must know exactly what he’s doing, because that long, slow motion has me trembling and curling my toes already.
“I wish you could see yourself,” he murmurs, his finger sliding underneath the elastic band of my underwear. Slowly pulling them down, the motion of them sliding down my legs gives me goosebumps. Everything inside of me is pulsing, and I can’t help but try to calm my heavy breathing. “So fucking wet,” he adds. “So fucking beautiful.Waitingfor me to give you pleasure, but most importantly, trusting that Ican.”
With that last word, he inserts two fingers, and I let out a guttural groan. I’m still aching for release because of my ruined orgasm, and the sensation of his fingers and tongue on me is nothing less than exquisite.
“Yes,” I say, agreeing with him. “Please, Liam,” I whimper, circling my hips as much as I can so that he takes the hint—harder.
Faster.
More.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. “My good girl.”
My back arches at his praise, and I start to roll my hips while he pumps his fingers into me.
“Liam,” I rasp, wanting to fall onto the bed. “Can I touch you?”
“Yes,” he whispers.
The wrist tie is gone in an instant, and my hands are in his hair as I lean back.
“Fuck yes,” I cry out, throwing my head back and gripping his hair and pulling him closer.
“Take what you need from me, baby girl,” he mutters, before he swipes his tongue against my sensitive bud. “Give me everything. I want you to squeeze my fingers, and I want to hear you scream my name.” With his free hand, he hikes one of my legs over his shoulder, giving him better access to me, and I realize that my legs are shaking. “Don’t forget to count.”
“I’m close,” I tell him.
“Take off your blindfold.”
