He laughs and bites again, pulling on the nub with his teeth until it throbs and stretches out of shape.
When he moves to the other one, I hold my breath and shake my head.
His lips graze my nipple, teasing, and his eyes flicker to mine with so much need swirling in the deep blue depths. “Breathe.”
The moment I do, he sinks his teeth. I shriek in agony and buck my hips, slipping off the edge. He catches me, sliding my ass back in place as his teeth tear into my sensitive flesh, sucking hard and setting me on fire.
“Stop!” I sob, twisting my wrists in the shackles. “Please, stop.”
Rolling his tongue, he licks the godawful burn, his voice a razored rasp. “I don’t hear your word.”
Tears flood my eyes, and my entire body quivers like a harp string.
He leans into my face and bares his teeth. “Say it.”
I suck on my bottom lip and look down. Fucking hell, it feels like he sliced my nipples off, but they’re still there, huge, hard, and angry red. Not a drop of blood.
He steps to the side and taps the folded belt against his leg. “Where’s the cocky little brat from just a moment ago?”
“You bit my boobs!”
“You just increased your orgasm count to seven. Are you finished?”
If he’s trying to provoke me to say the word, he’ll have to try harder.
I twist my wrist behind my back and flip him off. Too bad he can’t see it. “I’m good.”
He raises the belt and touches the loop of leather to my nipple. A torrent of tremors ripple through me.
His eyes meet mine, lower to my chest, then return to my face.
I harden my expression and lift my chin.
Time stands still as his head tilts, and his mouth opens slightly. Then he swings.
Leather whips across my swollen nipple in a fiery flash. A gasp lodges in my throat, and tears blind my vision. He doesn’t give me a second to regroup before he strikes the other breast.
My back bows, and I swallow my scream as my mind scrambles to make sense of the pain. How did I get here? Why am I letting this happen? What in the holy fuck am I doing?
The belt hits the floor, making me jump. He reaches behind his neck and drags the t-shirt over his head. Denim hangs low on his tapered waist, his bare chest flexing and bunching with dips and ridges.
In the next breath, he’s on me, hands in my hair and lips chasing the tracks of tears across my cheeks.
“So beautiful when you cry for me.” He sprinkles kisses across my eyes, nose, and mouth as his fingers stroke my hair. “Oh, Ivory. You have no idea what you do to me.”
The rumble of his voice and the tenderness of his touch soothes the fire in my nipples and stokes a new flame deep in my core.
“Tell me,” I say, my voice reedy.
He drops his forehead to mine. “I’ll show you.”
Dragging the piano bench closer, he sits. The position puts his mouth inches from my pussy. Fingers spread over the keys, he dives into a raucously violent song. Another metal cover, but I can’t place it. I’m lost in the banging notes, shivering against the pain in my breasts, and wondering if those seven orgasms will be his or mine.
I test the bindings on my ankles, my legs twinging in the extended stretch. “What song is this?”
His eyes dart between my lips and my pussy, his hands pounding the keys. “‘Symphony Of Destruction.’ Megadeth.”
Never heard of it, but sweet hell, it sounds ominous.
He leans forward and presses his mouth against my inner thigh. My entire body stills in anticipation as he slides his lips toward my center. His hands move manically over the keys, and when he reaches the crease in my thigh, he changes direction without a slip in the melody. He licks a path to my knee, nibbling and sucking my skin, then shifts back once again toward my cunt.
With his lips hovering above my clit, the song changes to one I immediately recognize.
I burst into groaning laughter. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
He flashes me a grin before he buries his face between my legs. As he curves his tongue through my folds, the piano vibrates to the tune of “Smells Like Teen Spirit” by Nirvana.
The swarming sensations beneath his lips plunge me into a panting mess of desire. He probes deeply with stabbing strokes, and when he finds my clit, it doesn’t take long. I’m already primed with all the touching and kissing, and hell, even the whips on my breasts made me wet.
I come with a loud, gasping moan, rocking my hips against his relentless mouth as my limbs jerk in the restraints.
His hands fumble over the keys, losing the rhythm before picking it back up again.