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But he stops me and pins my arms above my head with a single hand wrapped around both my wrists.
“Just feel, Zara. You’ll have plenty of opportunity to touch me later,” he whispers in my ear, sending jolts of pleasure through me as his hot breath dances over my skin.
He keeps my wrists trapped and trails kisses down my throat. Only when he’s moved farther down and captures a nipple between his lips does he let go. I keep my arms above my head and try to obey his directive.
Feeling is pretty much all I can do as he sucks on each nipple, making them hard. I gasp as he lets the second one go and kisses a line of fire down my belly all the way to my pubic bone.
He kisses me tenderly again just above my clit, and I fight the urge to raise my hips. I’m panting with need by the time he kisses my pussy and slides his tongue between my folds.
My fingers grip the sheet above me as he licks and sucks, exploring my most sensitive areas. His beard scratches at my skin, and it’s a sensation I find even more intense with the blindfold on. My pussy throbs, and I’m aching for release and to have him inside me.
But all too soon, his mouth leaves me and kisses down one leg. I whimper at the loss, but he shushes me gently. “I’ll take care of you, love. Let me get to know your body first.”
He kisses all the way to the arch of my foot, and then kisses the sole of my foot before picking up the other leg and repeating the process backwards, starting at my foot and kissing up to the place where my thigh and pelvis meet.
“Please,” I beg, on the verge of tears if I don’t get some relief soon.
“Please what, little Flower?”
“Put your mouth on me, please.”
He chuckles and kisses just above my belly button. “Isn’t that what I’ve been doing?”
“I want your tongue on my clit,” I moan. “I’m aching, I need it so bad.”
“Such a needy little cunt,” he croons as he blows cool air over my sensitive folds, making me jump. “What if I don’t want you to come yet? What if I want to keep you needy and aching all night so you learn who owns your pleasure this week?”
I shake my head violently, wishing I could rip the blindfold off and glare at him. “Please,” I whimper again. “Let me come for you, Luke.”
“Not yet. I’m enjoying the agony on your gorgeous face. Let’s keep you this way for just a little longer. Show me what a good girl you can be, Zara. Show me you’re willing to suffer until you get my cock inside of you. Don’t you think it’s greedy of you to beg for an orgasm when you haven’t even had my cock yet?”
He drags a firm finger over my clit, and I cry out in pleasured agony when his touch is gone almost as quickly as it came.
“Such fun playing with a greedy girl,” he murmurs. “Think of all the fun I’m going to have withholding pleasure just to make you whimper and beg. And you will beg, won’t you dirty girl? You can’t help it.”
“I thought you said this was about my pleasure,” I say, my voice a little too whiny for my taste.
He chuckles and kisses me just above my clit again, driving me mad. “It is about your pleasure, Flower. It’s about making you crave it. Finding out what brings you the most pleasure, so I know what to torture you with. And it’s about making sure you know I control your pleasure. At least for the next few days. Tell me I own your orgasms, Zara, and maybe I’ll give you one.”
My entire body is humming with the need to come but my brain rebels against his simple request.
He chuckles and sucks hard on my clit until I’m crying out and the orgasm is mere seconds from bursting free. Then all sensation stops, and I let out a growl of frustration.
“What’s the matter my horny little flower? If you can’t give me what I ask for, how do I know you really want this orgasm?”
“Please, I need it, Luke. I’m going to explode.”
“Yeah? Tell me about that. How does your needy little cunt feel right now?”
“It feels swollen like I’m going to burst any second. My clit is throbbing. Please put your mouth back on me.” I’m adept at dirty talk, but right now I sound needy and inexperienced at it. My brain is mush and I can only focus on the fact that I need to come.
“Tell me what I want to hear, and I will.”
I clench the sheets harder in my fists and shake my head.
Then his hand closes around my throat, and his warm breath dances on my neck again.
“You’re going to tell me what I want to hear, Zara. Tell me now and you’ll come harder than you’ve ever come before. Don’t and I’ll tie you to this bed and torture you with a vibrator until the sun comes up. Imagine the agony you’ll be in after I’ve brought you to the brink only to jerk you back for the hundredth time. How long do you think you’ll last before you crack? An hour? Two? Make me wait much longer and it won’t matter. Even after you give in—like we both know you will—I’ll keep you awake and tormented with need all night long.”
