Page 113 of Bleed with Me

“Nina?” His brows shot up so high they almost met his hairline, playfulness vanishing in a millisecond. “What are you going to do?”

“What do you think?” I smiled sweetly, opening the remaining buttons on the shirt covering me.

Keeping eye contact with him, I dropped it to my ankles. Dorian gulped, his stare jumping between my chest, hips, and face, as if he didn’t know what to focus on first.

“You didn’t answer,” I reminded him, moving the silicone dick between my breasts and down my abdomen to my pussy. “What do you think I’m going to do with this?”

“I’m not sure.” He tugged on the restraints, hissing in annoyance when they held in place. “You don’t need it, you know. I have a great, bigger dick only for you right here.”

“Yes, you do.” I nodded, lifting my leg on the bed. Sliding the dildo against my clit, I tilted my head, a gentle moan slipping from my mouth.

“Nina,” Dorian groaned. “Fucking untie me.”

“Bossing me around again?” I asked, my eyes finding his as I teased my entrance with the thick tip.

“Please,” he exhaled. “Don’t torture me.”

A lazy smile ghosted my lips.

“This is torture?” I knelt on the mattress and spread my legs, directing the toy into my wet pussy. “It’s bliss.”

I pushed it inside in one go, gasping at the intrusion. My walls squeezed around it as my finger found the switch and turned on the soft vibration that sent a delicious buzz through me.

“Oooh, fuck,” I moaned, slowly moving it in and out. My hand went to my breast, playing with my hardened nipple, my ears registering Dorian’s disapproving sounds, but I ignored them completely.

I focused on the pleasure building in my lower abdomen, my hips meeting the vibrator halfway as it brought me closer to my climax.

“Ninaaaa, Jesus fuck!”

But I was deaf to threats, pleas, and everything but my own satisfaction. The moment I reached my peak was overwhelming, but what truly unraveled me was the look on Dorian’s face. It was a mix of desire, frustration, and absolute disbelief, as if he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to strangle me or kiss me.

My body slowly relaxed, every muscle heavy and pleasantly exhausted. I drew a shaky breath and flashed him a lazy smile, thoroughly pleased with both myself and the outcome of my little operation.

“See?” I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Balance.”

Dorian groaned, slamming his head against the pillows.

“Will you untie me now?” he asked, refusing to look at me, which only broadened my satisfied grin.

“I’m not done with you, baby,” I answered, pulling the cover from him. He’d slept naked, and his thick, erect cock instantly caught my attention.

“You’re not?” He peeked at me hopefully.

I shook my head, nesting between his legs. Placing my hands on his thighs, I leaned closer and licked his abdomen, but instead of going down, I chose to move up.

His breathing quickened, his lustful gaze glued to me as I took the ring in his nipple between my teeth and gently tugged on it.

“Tease,” he mumbled, his cock twitching against my belly. I smiled under my breath, wrapping my hand around its base. A grunt resonated through the bedroom, and I lifted myself to look at him.

“Behave.” I pecked his dry lips. “And you'll get everything, naughty boy.”

I abruptly pulled away, leaving him gasping for oxygen. Dismissing his protests, I grabbed the vibrator that was still covered with my juices and coated it with a generous amount of lubricant.

“What are you…” he started, confused, but the tip pressing against his hole shut him up instantly. His wide eyes glanced at my hand as I rubbed it against his entrance.

“I don’t have my gloves to stretch you first,” I said, pretending to be sad. “Those could hurt you.” I wriggled my fingers, showing off my long nails. “But you’ll take it like a good boy anyway, won’t you?”

“Y-yes,” he stammered, looking at me. Gone was his confidence, which constantly drove me insane. For the first time that morning, Dorian looked genuinely uneasy.