Illusive
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“Sophia.”
My eyes opened at the sound of his voice and I watched and waited for his next command.
“I’m going to stop holding you, and I want you to support yourself on the bed with your pussy in the air.”
Did he have any idea what he was asking of me? To hold myself up like that would take a level of concentration I wasn’t sure I had. Not while I was concentrating so hard on not coming.
“Okay,” I agreed, though, because I would do anything he told me to do at this point. So long as he kept delivering pleasure.
He let me go, and I used my muscle and core strength to hold my stomach and bottom up off the bed for him. My feet were planted in front of where he sat on the bed, and when he tapped them to indicate he wanted them spread wider, I did as he’d asked, ignoring the burn beginning in my leg muscles.
The burn was all worth it when a moment later, his hands gripped my ass and he brought his tongue back to my pussy. And when he then pushed a finger inside me and began stroking, I wondered if every woman knew this type of heaven existed.
His strokes were slow and rhythmic, designed to work a woman to a crazed state. I should know because he was slowly taking me there. He didn’t want me to come yet, but that was getting harder and harder with each new round of pleasure. Each time a wave crashed over me, my muscles threatened to let my body collapse onto the bed. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold myself up.
And not to reach out and touch him? That was a whole other level of how-the-fuck-will-I-make-it-through-this?
He pushed another finger inside so I now had two delivering me heaven. I writhed under his touch, my muscles seriously beginning to tire. My eyes squeezed close and my fingers curled into a ball, wanting desperately to cling to something, but unable to latch onto anything the way they were tied. The orgasm that continually tried to shatter me, moved dangerously close until it reached the point where I thought I could no longer fight it.
“Griff, I can’t…I can’t do this anymore.” I panted as my muscles gave way and my body dropped to the bed.
His fingers left me, and in what felt like a split second, he had me flipped onto my stomach, and he’d moved so his knees were on the bed, either side of my legs. One of his hands landed on the bed beside me while he placed the other one on my back. He growled into my ear, “Do you know what happens when you don’t obey me, Sophia?”
My breathing had turned into pants and my muscles were screaming at me, all while my pussy pulsed with need. “No,” I managed to get out, even though I struggled to form a thought while my mind tried to deal with all my senses at once.
“When you don’t do as I say, I get to punish you, in any way I want.”
He moved his face away from mine, and a second later, he placed his hand on my bottom and began massaging it in a circular motion. My ass cheeks tensed, knowing what was about to come.
“Fuck, baby, your ass is perfect.”
He continued to massage me.
Teasing me.
Oh, God, how I waited for what he was about to do.
“You want this, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes.” I whimpered.
“Tell me how much,” he demanded, still massaging. Still teasing.
“So bad, baby…” My voice drifted off as my senses went into overdrive.
I need him.
Everything he has to give.
I will take all of it.
His hand kept moving over my ass, and then when I thought he was about to spank me, he said, “You need to learn that I’m in charge of your pleasure. And that I decide what you get.” He pushed up off the bed and left me. A moment later, the sounds of my drawers being opened filled the room.
I focused on my breathing and preparing myself for what would come next.
“I want you on your back,” he finally ordered after rummaging through my drawers for a minute or so.
I rolled onto my back and met his gaze as he stood next to the bed watching me, holding a couple of pairs of my panties in his hand. His breaths were slow and controlled as he let his gaze travel over my body. When he moved onto the bed, his movements were also controlled. I was slowly learning that Griff was the master at holding himself back.
He untied my hands, and then tied them to the bedposts using the panties he’d found. My heart beat faster. I’d never been tied to a bed before, and, holy hell, it was hot. And then he tied my feet to the bedposts at the bottom of the bed, and I thanked whatever force in the universe had led me to buy a bed with bedposts.
I lay spread-eagled on my bed as Griff moved off it to stand at the base. He stood in silence as he spent a few moments committing my body to his mind. His eyes didn’t allow an inch of my skin to miss out.
“I am going to make you feel so damn good, and you are going to want to be involved in that, but you won’t be able to touch me. And you are going to come over and over until you can’t take it anymore.” He paused to find my eyes. “And that will be your punishment.”
I wanted to squeeze my legs together.
He is going to kill me with pleasure.
When he positioned himself on the bed in between my legs, and ran his hands over my thighs, I quivered at his touch. He was right – I wanted to touch him, and kiss him, and do so many things to him.
This will be unbearable.
But oh, God, it will be so damn good.
His hands glided up my sides, over my belly and breasts, and to my neck as he bent over me. Bringing his lips to mine, he kissed me with a hunger I matched, and we lost ourselves in it. Our lips and tongues devoured each other for so long I lost track of time. I never wanted the kiss to end, but eventually he broke it, and I lay there panting for whatever was next.
My eyes opened at the sound of his voice and I watched and waited for his next command.
“I’m going to stop holding you, and I want you to support yourself on the bed with your pussy in the air.”
Did he have any idea what he was asking of me? To hold myself up like that would take a level of concentration I wasn’t sure I had. Not while I was concentrating so hard on not coming.
“Okay,” I agreed, though, because I would do anything he told me to do at this point. So long as he kept delivering pleasure.
He let me go, and I used my muscle and core strength to hold my stomach and bottom up off the bed for him. My feet were planted in front of where he sat on the bed, and when he tapped them to indicate he wanted them spread wider, I did as he’d asked, ignoring the burn beginning in my leg muscles.
The burn was all worth it when a moment later, his hands gripped my ass and he brought his tongue back to my pussy. And when he then pushed a finger inside me and began stroking, I wondered if every woman knew this type of heaven existed.
His strokes were slow and rhythmic, designed to work a woman to a crazed state. I should know because he was slowly taking me there. He didn’t want me to come yet, but that was getting harder and harder with each new round of pleasure. Each time a wave crashed over me, my muscles threatened to let my body collapse onto the bed. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold myself up.
And not to reach out and touch him? That was a whole other level of how-the-fuck-will-I-make-it-through-this?
He pushed another finger inside so I now had two delivering me heaven. I writhed under his touch, my muscles seriously beginning to tire. My eyes squeezed close and my fingers curled into a ball, wanting desperately to cling to something, but unable to latch onto anything the way they were tied. The orgasm that continually tried to shatter me, moved dangerously close until it reached the point where I thought I could no longer fight it.
“Griff, I can’t…I can’t do this anymore.” I panted as my muscles gave way and my body dropped to the bed.
His fingers left me, and in what felt like a split second, he had me flipped onto my stomach, and he’d moved so his knees were on the bed, either side of my legs. One of his hands landed on the bed beside me while he placed the other one on my back. He growled into my ear, “Do you know what happens when you don’t obey me, Sophia?”
My breathing had turned into pants and my muscles were screaming at me, all while my pussy pulsed with need. “No,” I managed to get out, even though I struggled to form a thought while my mind tried to deal with all my senses at once.
“When you don’t do as I say, I get to punish you, in any way I want.”
He moved his face away from mine, and a second later, he placed his hand on my bottom and began massaging it in a circular motion. My ass cheeks tensed, knowing what was about to come.
“Fuck, baby, your ass is perfect.”
He continued to massage me.
Teasing me.
Oh, God, how I waited for what he was about to do.
“You want this, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes.” I whimpered.
“Tell me how much,” he demanded, still massaging. Still teasing.
“So bad, baby…” My voice drifted off as my senses went into overdrive.
I need him.
Everything he has to give.
I will take all of it.
His hand kept moving over my ass, and then when I thought he was about to spank me, he said, “You need to learn that I’m in charge of your pleasure. And that I decide what you get.” He pushed up off the bed and left me. A moment later, the sounds of my drawers being opened filled the room.
I focused on my breathing and preparing myself for what would come next.
“I want you on your back,” he finally ordered after rummaging through my drawers for a minute or so.
I rolled onto my back and met his gaze as he stood next to the bed watching me, holding a couple of pairs of my panties in his hand. His breaths were slow and controlled as he let his gaze travel over my body. When he moved onto the bed, his movements were also controlled. I was slowly learning that Griff was the master at holding himself back.
He untied my hands, and then tied them to the bedposts using the panties he’d found. My heart beat faster. I’d never been tied to a bed before, and, holy hell, it was hot. And then he tied my feet to the bedposts at the bottom of the bed, and I thanked whatever force in the universe had led me to buy a bed with bedposts.
I lay spread-eagled on my bed as Griff moved off it to stand at the base. He stood in silence as he spent a few moments committing my body to his mind. His eyes didn’t allow an inch of my skin to miss out.
“I am going to make you feel so damn good, and you are going to want to be involved in that, but you won’t be able to touch me. And you are going to come over and over until you can’t take it anymore.” He paused to find my eyes. “And that will be your punishment.”
I wanted to squeeze my legs together.
He is going to kill me with pleasure.
When he positioned himself on the bed in between my legs, and ran his hands over my thighs, I quivered at his touch. He was right – I wanted to touch him, and kiss him, and do so many things to him.
This will be unbearable.
But oh, God, it will be so damn good.
His hands glided up my sides, over my belly and breasts, and to my neck as he bent over me. Bringing his lips to mine, he kissed me with a hunger I matched, and we lost ourselves in it. Our lips and tongues devoured each other for so long I lost track of time. I never wanted the kiss to end, but eventually he broke it, and I lay there panting for whatever was next.
