“Do you see how my body reacts to you?” I breathed, too timid to speak in the husky tones I imagined would better suit my sensual words. To make up for it, I swept one hand from my neck, between my breasts, to the top of my curls. “Feel how wet I am. Dip just a finger inside me.”
He did as requested, on long finger tracing the folds of my drenched sex. I swallowed my moan, determined to remain in power for as long as he would let me.
“Take your clothes off and lay down.”
His eyebrow quirked but he did as I asked, slowly pulling his white t-shirt over his head to reveal the stretch of lightly tanned abdomen that always made my mouth water. He undid the clasp of his linen pants, staring at me with blatant desire as they dropped to the floor to reveal his hardened length. All moisture left my mouth.
He lay down without touching me but I didn’t care, as soon as his back hit the bed I straddled his lean thighs and notched his cock against my center, sliding along it slowly, methodically. His hands fisted in the bed sheets at his side and I was thrilled with his discipline. When he was slick with my moisture I shimmed down further and took him firmly in my hand, my eyes on his as I languidly licked a path up his shaft.
“Elle,”
he groaned, his legs shifting restlessly as I drew circles across the tip of him with my tongue. “Careful.”
I was so turned on, especially knowing that my heady power was given only out of graciousness, that he could and would rip it away from me in a second. Eagerly, I drew my lips over my teeth and took him to the back of my throat. I echoed his strangled moan with one of my own, reveling in the salty, manly taste of him.
Until then, I hadn’t been able to take him fully inside my mouth but as I pumped the rest of his length, damp with my salvia, I knew that I had to.
“Elle,” he growled again, in warning. “I am not coming in your mouth.”
I hummed in agreement which only made his hands come to my shoulders, clenching firmly so that I was still in control but barely. Before I lost my nerve or Sinclair took the situation out of my hands, I swallowed his length down my throat and moaned in triumph, careful to breath through my nose.
“Jesus Christ,” he barked, jackknifing into a sitting position, his hands suddenly in my hair, both forcing me off and further onto his cock.
I fought his hold and tentatively swiped my tongue along the base of his shaft before rising slightly for breath and lowering again. He allowed me time to find my rhythm and in less than five minutes, I was rewarded with the first taste of his warmth in my mouth. I pulled back to take the rest on my tongue, laving him gently even after he had finished and collapsed on the bed.
I crawled up to lay beside him, just an inch apart but not touching. Even satiated, the thin wedge of air between us hummed with tension as if our molecules were magnetic, pulling inextricably, almost painfully towards the other’s.
“Don’t get comfortable.”
I shifted to look up at him. His eyes were closed but his voice had deepened, darkened into the velvet ropes that bound me to his will.
“In two minutes, I’m going to get up and leave the room. You will completely disrobe and wait for me on the bed. Do you remember our first night together, how you were positioned on the bed? I want you like that.”
My muscles twitched with memory and before he had even fully left the room, I was shedding the rest of my clothing and falling into position on the end of the bed. My bum was high in the air, propped up by my folded and spread legs while my hands gently grasped my ankles. Even though my dampening sex was fully exposed, there was a certain comfort in being so contained, small and perfectly parceled for Sinclair to unwrap at his pleasure. I could smell us on the sheets and even though it was harder to breath, I pressed my nose into the silky fabric to inhale deeply.
After a few minutes, my breath and pulse slowed slightly and I fell into an almost meditative state. Everything from the greedy throb of desire at my core to the abrasion of the sheets against my aching nipples was heightened.
I pictured the things he might do to me. My imagination conjured whips and chains, strange instruments of pain and torture that would set my teeth on edge as the pleasure was forcibly extracted from my body. A shiver slapped the small of my back and vibrated up my spine.
The door opened with a soft breath but Sinclair didn’t say anything as he moved into the room. I almost jumped when something soft trailed between my legs and up over my back. The sensation didn’t last long and I realized as he tied it firmly and carefully around my head so that our skin didn’t brush that it was a blindfold. He smoothed a hand down my spine, his fingers splayed in a possessive move that made my teeth rattle with a deep shudder.
“I’m going to tie you up, Elle.” His cool voice was as glossy and impassive as a still water lake. “Would you like to know why I’m doing this?”
I whimpered as another tie brushed over my weeping sex on its descent to my ankles, which he gently secured each wrist to.
“Use your words,” he reprimanded.
“Yes, please.”
He had barely touched me and I was already a tight wire suspended over a dizzying abyss.
“You need to be punished for making me come in your mouth without permission.”
The last tie was secured and he moved away from me, somewhere else in the room where I could hear him prepare something.
“You need to understand how to control yourself.”
Without warning, a resounding smack rung throughout the room. The pain was so blinding that it actually took a moment for my bottom to erupt in fiery pain. A cry rose in my throat but I swallowed it with a barely discernable gargle.