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Then I heaved in a deeper breath and was reminded of the creaking tightness of the leather. My fingers could barely wriggle in the mittens at the ends of the sleeves.
A little panic reached in and blotted out my thoughts.
“Pleeease, let me –”
After a single shake of his head, he wormed the blindfold into my mouth and tied it on. “No. No. Be good.”
He kissed my forehead then began to wind the whip around my breasts in a figure of eight pattern, linking it at the sides with the straps of the jacket, tying it all together in a neat pattern. Knotting it. “Pretty.”
Then he went to one knee, took a firm grasp of my breast, and licked me.
“Uh.” I could still talk in a gargle, just not well. My eyelids fluttered down. That tongue of his... For all of one second, I wanted him to stop.
The pressure on my breasts made them feel odd, like they’d pop any minute. Supersensitive, achy, but so nice when he sucked there. I shouldn’t succumb to this. I didn’t want to like this man touching me. Self-preservation drove me to wrench myself backward.
Only to be brought up short by the ropes at my shoulders and his tightening grip.
“Be still!”
The growl in his voice then his teeth applied to my nipple had my mouth slackening. I froze, shivering, all too aware of how much I was at his mercy. I was nude except for the straitjacket, my legs were tied apart, and the gag between my lips tasted bitter.
Where had the real world gone? I wanted to curl up on my sofa before my TV.
Wherever it was, I was here, tied up so tight he could use me every which way and I could do nothing. He turned his fierce gaze on me, still with his teeth fastened on my nipple and dangerously close to biting it off.
“Umm.” I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say, but nothing would come out intelligible anyway.
For the first time I saw humor in the crinkles about his eyes. His other hand had drifted from my back to my stomach and I felt his finger toy with my belly button, circling it.
“Now I’m getting somewhere. I have you quiet.”
He released my ankles from the bar. Was Pieter letting me go after all? But he wrapped his hands around my thighs and with his tongue played games with my poor abused clit. He was gentle. I lost count of many times he circled it without touching, blew air over it, tapped it without engulfing it. The bastard. Need grew. I wouldn’t cave in to this. But the pressure of lust built. Giving in was inevitable. I gasped out a choked fuck through the gag, jerking at the last infinitesimal licks he’d done. A feather would have more pressure. God.
Then I pressed forward onto his face.
Nothing.
He slowly rose, sliding his bare chest up my body to tower over me.
My throat tightened as I took in his male bulk.
The throb from my clit mingled with the ache in my lower stomach, the clawing pain, and the dub, dub, dub of my heartbeats.
“Hmm.” For ages he watched me and I wavered, swaying, watching him back.
I sank, half aware that he was in some weird way hypnotizing me but not caring at all. His shoulder shifted and his hand pushed between my thighs. I felt the tip of his finger probe upward in the wetness of my slit, then slide effortlessly inside me.
I sighed at the pleasure, rocked back my head, half shut my eyes. There was nothing I could do and it felt so good.
His mouth covered my gagged one and with surprising gentleness, his lips and tongue explored me there, while his fingers below widened me, fucked me, explored my pussy.
“You know I want you. One day, I’ll have you stand still, unbound, so I can look at you before I fuck you.”
The statement shocked me.
The craziness of that. I had no answer and I was certain my eyes were wide as beacons. I tugged and was strangely reassured to find my arms still wouldn’t budge. His jacket. His hand at my waist. His whip tied about my breasts. His gag. In the real world, I was often lost, scattered, running in ten directions at once.
Here, I was pinned in one place.
