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His fingers quicken their pace, driving me closer to the edge. I break the kiss, gasping for breath. “Please,” I whisper, not even sure what I’m begging for.
He smiles, a predatory gleam in his eyes. “You want to come?” he whispers, his voice a dark promise.
“Ye.. yes,” I manage to choke out amid the pleasure taking over my body.
With a final stroke, he pushes me over the edge. My body tenses, then shudders as waves of pleasure crash over me. I bite my lip to stifle a moan, my nails digging into his shoulder. As I come down from the high, he withdraws his hand, his fingers glistening with my arousal.
He brings them to his lips, his eyes locked on mine as he licks them clean. “Delicious,” he says, his voice a husky murmur.
I blush, my cheeks burning with embarrassment and desire. “You’re unbelievable,” I manage to say, my voice shaky.
He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. "You haven’t seen anything yet," he promises, his breath warm against my skin.
The car comes to a stop, and I realize we’ve arrived at a new destination. He opens the door and helps me out, his touch possessive and protective. We’re standing in front of an elegant townhouse, illuminated by soft, ambient lighting.
He leads me inside, the opulence of the interior taking my breath away. Marble floors, grand chandeliers, and tasteful art create an atmosphere of understated luxury.
He guides me through the hallway, his hand never leaving mine. We ascend a sweeping staircase, and I find myself in a lavishly appointed bedroom. The bed, draped in rich, dark linens, dominates the room.
He turns to face me, his eyes smoldering with intent. “I want to do so many things to you,” he says, his voice a seductive whisper. “But only if you want this.”
I nod, unable to find the words to express the whirlwind of emotions inside. Desire, curiosity, and a hint of fear swirl together, leaving me breathless.
He steps closer, his fingers tracing the neckline of my dress. “Tell me to stop if you want,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper, my voice trembling with anticipation.
He wastes no time, pinning me against the door with a sense of urgency that sends a thrill through me. His lips crash against mine, a wild dance of tongues and teeth. His hands move down my body, tracing the curves and edges with a possessive touch. He trails kisses down my neck, his breath hot against my skin. My pulse quickens, each kiss igniting a fire within me.
He drops to his knees, his hands gliding up my thighs. With a swift motion, he takes off my panties, his eyes dark with desire as he looks up. My breath hitches, anticipation coursing through me.
He brings his lips to my center, his tongue flicking out to taste me. I gasp, my hands tangling in his hair as he works his magic. His tongue moves with expert precision, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through my body.
I moan softly, my hips bucking against his mouth. He grips my thighs, holding me in place as he devours me. The intensity of his touch drives me to the edge, my body trembling with need.
With a final flick of his tongue, he pushes me over the edge. My body arches, a cry of ecstasy escaping my lips as I shatter in his arms. He holds me through the storm, his touch grounding me as I come down from the high.
He stands, his lips brushing mine in a tender kiss. “You’re mine tonight,” he whispers, his voice a velvet caress.
“Yes,” I breathe, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. “I’m yours.”
With a slow, deliberate motion, he slides the straps of my dress down, the fabric pooling at my feet. He takes a step back, his eyes drinking in the sight of me. “You’re exquisite,” he says, his voice filled with genuine admiration.
He undresses with a practiced ease, revealing a body that’s all hard planes and sinewy muscle. He moves toward me, his hands warm against my skin as he guides me to the bed.
As I stand there, breathless and exposed, he opens a drawer by the bedside and pulls out a pair of handcuffs. My eyes widen in surprise. “Calm down,” he murmurs, his voice soothing. “I won’t hurt you.” He steps closer, his gaze locked onto mine. “Have you ever been cuffed before?”
I shake my head, my heart pounding. “No.”
A slow, seductive smile spreads across his face. “Then I’m about to teach you a new level of pleasure.”
With gentle yet firm hands, he cuffs my wrists to the bedposts. The cool metal is a stark contrast to the heat of my skin, and I feel a thrill of anticipation. He disappears for a moment, and when he returns, he’s holding a glass filled with ice.
“Trust me,” he whispers, and I nod, my body already tingling with anticipation.
He takes a piece of ice and glides it along my body. The sensation is intense—cold and electrifying. He traces the ice over my breasts, circling my nipples until they harden. A shiver runs through me, and I let out a gasp.
He continues his exploration, the ice trailing down to my navel, then lower. When he reaches my center, I arch my back, the contrast between the cold ice and the heat of my desire driving me wild.
