DISCLAIMER: Just a reminder this is first draft material. Don’t forget to read parts one and two before you delve into the delicious climax. Enjoy the ride. 🙂
The satin duvet was soft and cool beneath me.
“Lift your arms above your head.”
I grabbed hold of the iron headboard. He kissed my shoulder, planting nips and caresses down my arm. Holding my gaze, he slid the handcuff around my wrist. “Ready?”
“Yes.” I had no idea what to expect this evening. Of course, I knew it would involve sex, but this was beyond my wildest imaginings. I couldn’t keep my legs from writhing a little on the bed. My stomach ached with need.
The arm swung closed and clicked. He tightened the metal until it was comfortable, but gave no measure of escape. He slipped the chain around the headboard and clasped my other wrist. The final click shot fire through my body. I inhaled sharply.
He ran his hands along the sides of my body. My eyes rolled back. “Jesus.”
His whispered words near my ear startled me. “It’s Stephen.”
I smirked. “Stephen.”
His cocky grin turned me to putty. “I like how you say that.” He nibbled my ear then reached back and scooped the blindfold off the bed. “One last detail.” The satin string trailed up my belly and between my breasts as he danced it across my skin.
My fists clenched as he lay the blindfold across my eyes.
“Can you see?” he asked, adjusting the tightness of the ties.
“Good.” His weight lifted from the bed.
I could hear him rummaging through drawers. Every sense was heightened. The smoothness of the duvet skimmed across my body as I wriggled to try and hear what he was doing. The air from the ceiling fans washed over my skin creating goosebumps, and every cell of my being had been reduced to a quivering mass of need.
“I’m here.” His voice drifted from somewhere near the end of the bed. I jumped when something cold pressed into the sole of my foot.
“That’s freezing.” I squirmed away from the onslaught creeping up my leg.
The advance never wavered, and a hand pinioned my leg. The melting path swooped up the inside of my thigh and curved over the soft mound of hair between my legs.
“You’re so hot, you melted my ice cube.” His voice was sullen, sexy.
My body collapsed after being held rigid by tension.
“Ah, but I have more.” A swirl of ice across my nipple sent the bud into a spasm of constriction, and I bucked to set it free. He straddled my waist. “Oh, no. You’re not getting away that easily.” He ran the ice cube down the sides of my ribs, and I screamed. The dripping water trickled around my back, and the shock against my blazing skin was torture.
“You are delightfully ticklish.” Blunt fingernails picked up where the ice left off, skimming the indent of my waist. I tried to kick him off.
“Do you want me to stop?” He sounded amused.
“No,” I replied with undignified panting.
His weight shifted and something soft with several tails swept over me. “This is a called a bondage whip.”
“Stephen.” This was quickly going in a direction I wasn’t ready to take it.
“I won’t hurt you. I promise.”
I couldn’t see him, couldn’t read the sincerity in his face, but I sensed it in his voice.
“Open your hand for me.”
It took a concerted effort to loosen my grip, but I did as he asked.
“I’m going to use the whip across your palm. Let me know if it hurts.”
Before I could protest, the whip snapped into my skin. I gasped, and wetness pooled between my legs.
“Did it hurt?”
“I’m going to tease your thighs. Are you ready?”
“Oh fuck.” I resumed my death grip on the headboard.
A slap crackled through the air, heightening my senses, but the impact was delicious. No pain, just skin becoming more alive.
“Good?” he asked.
A series of nips with the whip across my belly and breasts alternated with what felt like feathers. Throughout it all, as each and every inch of my skin screamed with sensation, he avoided the fire burning between my legs.
“Stephen.” I begged. “Please. I can’t take much more.”
“Oh, I think you can hold out a little longer, but I’ll reward you for your good behaviour.” Hands splayed my thighs, and his mouth pressed against me.
“You’re so fucking wet. Jesus, you taste divine.” If he was going for subtle, he seemed to lose himself in his task, and he had to hold my hips down because they were going to jerk right off the bed.
“Oh, my God.” I wanted to explode. I barely grasped reality.
“I know, baby, you’re so close. But not yet.” He left the bed, and I could hear another drawer open. Sweat pooled between my breasts, and my hair matted against my forehead. Something wild and primal had taken over, and I wanted to lose myself in its delicious chaos.
“Have you ever played with your G-spot?” he asked.
“I’ve tried, but I’m never sure if I’m doing it right.” This was humiliating.
“I love that blush.” He kissed my lips, and I devoured the silken warmth of him, my tongue lashing out to meet his. I tasted salt and sweetness. I tasted me. I’d never done that before. The thought made me heady.
He pulled away. “You are making this incredibly difficult to go slow.”
“I don’t want slow.” There. I did it. I had been reduced to whining.
He laughed. “After this orgasm, we can ramp up the pace, but this first one has to be perfect. I want you to be putty in my hands.”
More orgasms? Dear God, I wasn’t sure I was going to make it through this one! I wanted him so badly, I would have done just about anything to quench this suffocating thirst.
“Have you used a vibrator before?” A gentle hum filled my ears.
“Yes.” If he used a vibrator on me, I might literally come undone.
“Good.” He released one of my wrists, but clamped the open jaws around the headboard to keep one hand restrained. He placed the vibrator in my free hand and directed it to my clit. “I want you to hold it there. No matter what you do, do not ease up the tension. Understand?”
I couldn’t speak. I nodded.
“It may feel overwhelming, but don’t stop. Ride it out for me, all right?”
“I’ll try.” It came out as hoarse croak.
His lips caressed mine, and he held my hand against my clit as the vibrator thrummed through me. I didn’t think it was possible for my eyes to roll back any further in my head, but I might have managed.
He slid down my body, and a finger dove deep inside me. I cried out, my back arching.
His movements were slow, deliberate. He was pressing hard against my insides. My body hummed. “Hold on, Stephanie.”
“It’s too much.” I couldn’t take it. There was so much sensation.
His finger coaxed with even pressure and relentless rhythm. The vibrator slipped from my clit. He reached up and helped me find the right spot. “Right there, baby. Keep it there.”
“I can’t.” I wanted to die. I wanted to dissolve. My legs shook and spasmed.
“Yes, you can.”
Pressure made my head want to burst. Everything in my being wanted to let go, but I held back. Fear crept in and reared its ugly head.
“It’s just me, Stephanie. Let yourself go. Give in to the feeling.”
I closed my eyes tight and pushed all thought from my mind. I focused on everything my body was telling me. It wanted this. I forced my mind to take a backseat to the wild rollercoaster ride of pleasure. The climax built. My toes curled and tensed. “Stephen.”
“Now. Come for me, now, Stephanie.”
“Oh my God.” A wave of pleasure ripped through me so violently that I screamed and bucked. My eyes clamped tight, and the vibrator slipped from my hand. His mouth crashed into swollen lips and another crest blindsided me, propelling me over a precipice so high I didn’t think I could ever come down. For a moment, he merely caressed my hair.
He removed the blindfold as tremors continued to pulse through me and left the bed, returning a moment later to unclasp my hand. The handcuff slipped from my wrist and I lay there limp, shaking and incoherent. “Stephanie,” he whispered in my ear.
“Mmmhmm?” I was wrapped in a warm honey glow that I never wanted to end.
“Are you ready to do that again?”
I reached out, threaded my hand through his hair, and pulled him into me. “Definitely.”