When he parted her lips gently before gliding his fingers across her exposed and open sex, she gasped. He moved his hand to her mouth. He wanted her to know just how much he loved this, and as her eyes met his, he spoke. “You can’t believe how hard this scent gets me.” Her eyes fluttered, and her brow flinched as he held his hand to lightly touch her lips and linger under her nose. She didn’t believe his words, but as his other hand guided hers back down to his arousal and he moaned at her touch, her lips parted, and she gasped in her own desire.
Dropping his hand to her hip to clutch and pull her to him, he kissed her. His tongue plunged within her mouth, and he tasted and caressed her. When he pushed her body back to his bed with his own, she didn’t hesitate, and when he asked her to lie down, she didn’t even pause. He’d left the gift bag abandoned on the nightstand, and as he pulled the glass instrument from the bag, she watched. He laid it next to her hand as he dipped his head to her sex to taste her and make sure she was ready. She tasted of her subtle aroused scent, and it set his body on fire. But this wasn’t his final destination, and as he moved up alongside her body, she looked to his eyes with nervousness.
“Will you make love to me after? I just … I don’t want this if it isn’t … about that.” She was damn near stuttering, but he understood her worry. She didn’t want to be an exhibit for him to exploit for his own personal pleasure. He would take plenty of pleasure from watching her, but it certainly wasn’t the whole of it—he wanted her pleasure as much as his own. He would make love to her when it was all said and done because that was what he truly wanted. He loved her, and while he wasn’t confessing it, she needed to know she was more than just some woman he was toying with. God, she had no idea.
“Of course.” His voice was warm and soothing as he reassured her. “I would never do anything to degrade you or disrespect your body. This isn’t a game to me. And this has everything to do with making love to you.” He leaned to her mouth and trailed his lips to her ear before he spoke again. “Please don’t be afraid of me. Not me.” When he leaned back from her, it was to raise the glass cock to her hand. Her chest rose and fell, and her heart pounded its amazing living force within her chest.
“Spread your legs” She did as he asked while he watched in silence. “Now slide it between your lips.” She complied again, and his ego pulsed with masculine power that she controlled entirely. He watched as the glass was coated with her wetness, and as she continued to trail the shaft between the cleft of her sex. There was little question she was ready. “Now … I want to watch you insert it into your pussy.” She placed the tip to her opening and pushed as he watched as it popped past her opening. He was left with his mouth hanging open and his teeth protracting painfully into his mouth. Fortunately, Ember’s own eyes were closed as her head dropped back to the pillow, and as she worked the cock in and out of her body, her heart rate increased even further.
His hand found his cock as he stroked and pulled his length harshly from his body. He wanted to invade and pound into her, but fuck, he wanted to watch her. Her strokes went deeper and deeper as she relaxed and her body’s cum eased the movement. And when she finally came and curled her body around the orgasm that tore through her gut, he kept stroking his cock and contemplated the next phase of his seduction.
As the fabric teased her body when he pulled it over her flushed and aroused skin, she jerked. She was far calmer now that her part was done, and as she pulled the length of the phallus from her body, she laid it on the bed next to her hip. It was his turn to play, and he was more than ready. As he lifted her hand to tie the restraint around her wrist, he stroked the gnarled scar tissue of her wrists before lifting the inside of her wrist to his mouth. He kissed the scar gently, flicking his tongue across her skin. And when she nodded as he lowered her wrist from his mouth, he tied the fabric gently but securely around first one wrist and then the other.
Once her hands were bound and secured to the headboard slats, he moved to her ankles, and she watched him. He gave her more than enough tether on her ankles—he wanted to watch her writhe, and there was no better way for it than her heels digging into his bed, and as his mouth once more found her sex and laved every last ounce of flesh, she did exactly that.
He pulled from her just short of orgasm, and she was left panting and begging with her eyes as he held the instrument. He could still feel the wetness on it left from her body, and he ran his fingers over the cool surface. He wanted to taste it; he wanted to lick every last ounce of her cum from the cool glass, but he didn’t want to come off like some pretentious porn star playing a part for the amusement of the masses. He simply wanted her taste on his tongue.
When he slipped the eye mask across her view, he held her gaze. He loved the trust she showed in him, and with one final kiss to her sweet and delicious lips, he placed the mask across her eyes and trailed his fingers back to tie it securely in place.
He wanted her to enjoy every last moment of this time, and though he was so painfully ready to make love to her, he moved with infinite, slow, erotic movements. He trailed the back of his middle finger down her arm to brush over her armpit. She was ticklish, and as his touch incited a shiver that ran through her body, he leaned swiftly to her nipple, nipping her gently between his front teeth. She let out a cry, but the moment he released his teeth and sucked, her cry turned to a groan, and her stomach muscles clenched. She was going to enjoy this torment.
He trailed his hands down to her sex and teased once again as his fingers glided, plucked, and stroked. When he pushed his finger into her body, she groaned, and he watched every penetration as he thrust slowly in and out. His finger was glistening with wetness, and it was such an incredible sight that his own sigh was released without any control. He pushed a second finger in with the first, and her entry distended with the breadth. He pushed and pulled, enjoying the silken warmth of her body against his cool fingers, and when he finally pulled his fingers slowly from her, it was only to grasp the phallus and glide it between her slick, wet lips.
He held the blunt tip up to her entry, and as he pushed it slowly, her heels dug into the sheets and her hands clenched into fists. The shaft slid deep within her, and as he set a slow and gentle pace, her stomach muscles danced, her heels held their desperate grip on the sheets, and she pulled against the restraints. She was panting and moaning as he stroked in and out, and when she came, her body twisted to the side, needing to curl in on herself but restrained by the fabric. Her orgasm worked through her body in spasms as he continued to stroke, allowing his thrusts to slow and taper off as her orgasm subsided. She was left panting with her mouth open, trying to catch her breath as he smiled in complete and utter satisfaction.
When she relaxed again, he crawled up her body and nestled his cock between her legs. But he didn’t stay long—only long enough to glide a few slow strokes over her clitoris. He continued up her body to straddle her chest with his knees at her armpits, and when he leaned to brace himself against the headboard, it was with his hand on his cock to guide it to her mouth. At the first touch, she jumped. “Open up, sweetie.” And she didn’t hesitate a moment. He thrust shallow, well-controlled strokes between her lips, and as he looked down and watched her, he looked away quickly in fear he’d fall apart far sooner than he wanted to. She sucked, licked, and kept up perfectly with the movement of his hips, and when he was certain his end was imminent, he pulled from her mouth, letting his cockhead rest against her lips. He slowly eased back down along her body and nestled himself again between her legs, and as he forced his body to relax, he studied her.