Sweet Possession
Page 45
“Can we get back to getting a new tie? You’ve teased the hell out of me and if you don’t finish what you’ve started, I’ll take matters into my own hands. Or more specifically, fingers.”
His brow furrows. “Nobody finishes what I start when it comes to that pussy. Not even you. You come when I make you. And it will be happening on my cock and in my mouth, not on your fingers.”
“Fine by me,” I reply, scooting to the edge of the wood. “As long as it happens in the next five minutes. Otherwise…” I pause, shooting him a teasing look.
He grabs me off the worktop and flings me over his shoulder. I squeal, wrapping my arms around his waist as we move toward the stairs. “Otherwise nothing. You hurry me along in any way or threaten to handle your own orgasms and you won’t be coming at all. I’ll tie you to the bed and make you watch me handle my own situation all over your tits this time.”
“All I heard was bed. Your ass is distracting me.” I give it one good smack as he starts up the stairs.
“Speaking of asses, I plan on fucking yours tonight.”
My eyes widen as my body becomes instantly rigid. Fuuccckkk. Anal? Am I ready for that?
He senses my apprehensiveness and rubs his hand on my bare thigh, soothing me. “Relax, love. Trust me with your body. I’ll always make it good for you.”
“Oh, God,” I nervously mumble, dropping my head against his back.
“You’ll be screaming that a lot in a minute.”
I laugh against his shirt, instantly relaxing and leaving my nervousness on the stairs.
I’m naked, lying in the middle of the bed with my hands above my head. I was given three instructions after Reese set me on my feet and removed my dress and panties. Three instructions I eagerly obeyed.
“Get on the bed, grab onto the bed posts, and don’t let go.”
My hands are wrapped around two wooden spindles as I watch him standing at the foot of the bed. He hasn’t taken away my sight yet and right now, I’m extremely grateful for that as I watch him slowly remove his dress shirt button by button. He’s taking his time and he knows what it’s doing to me. He also knows that if he hadn’t told me to keep my hands where they are, I would be ripping that shirt off him in record timing.
I take in the sight of him shirtless. The leanness of his body which is sculpted with that perfect amount of muscle. Broad shoulders and slightly-tanned skin. The hard lines of his abs which my hands are yearning to roam over.
My grip tightens around the wood.
His fingers loosen his belt as his eyes roam my body, slowly taking in every inch of me. Lower, lower, until he suddenly flicks them up to meet mine.
“Bend your knees and spread your legs.” I do as I’m told. “Wider.”
I drop my knees to the side as far as they can go, leaving myself completely open. My pussy is throbbing for him, aching to the point of being agonizing as he studies me. His eyes are locked between my legs, and the view seems to speed up his movements. Bending at the waist, he drops his pants and boxers and steps out of them. As he takes a few steps toward my dresser, I close my legs a few inches.
“I didn’t tell you to do that,” he says, looking at me over his shoulder as he opens my top drawer. “Open them.”
I submit to his command and lower my knees so they are inches from the mattress. I see him slip out one of his ties before he walks to the side of the bed, authority in each step. There is zero trace of the man who told me minutes ago when he knew he loved me. That tenderness is gone. He’s exuding control right now, and I’ve never seen anything hotter.
Looming over me with the tie in one hand, he slides his other hand up my arm and wraps it around one of mine, gripping me and the post. “Keep them here. If you move them before I tell you to, I’ll tie them in place. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He presses his lips against mine, searing me with a brutal kiss. “These will be the last words I say to you before I take you in the way I’ve been dying to take you. You won’t be able to see or hear me until I want you to. Understand?”
“Yes.” My voice comes out steady, devoid of any apprehension.
He leans back and drapes the tie across my eyes, blinding me. “Right now, I want you to concentrate on feeling everything I give you. Nothing else.”
I lift my head, allowing him to secure it behind me. And then the bed dips as his weight is removed, leaving me alone with only the sound of my breathing filling my ears. But it’s not uneven, nervous breathing. The pace of my lungs taking in air is quickened due to the eagerness I’m feeling. I want to experience this with him, everything he’s about to give me in a way I’ve never had. I’m not tense. I’m ready.
So fucking ready.
The sound of movement in the kitchen has me turning my head in that direction.
A cabinet closes.
The soft clink of ice hitting the bottom of an empty glass.
I expect to hear the tap water running next, but I don’t.
I gasp as my ankles are grabbed. My legs are straightened on the bed and then his hands are gone. I strain to listen, looking down the length of my body even though I can’t see anything. I imagine him standing at the foot of the bed, glass in hand as he stares at me. He’s hard. Painfully hard. Stroking himself to ease some of the ache. My grip tightens further as I clench the muscles in my core.
Is it possible to orgasm from anticipation alone? Because I might just be the first.
“Oh, shit.” I jerk when I feel the stark chill of ice on my skin, trailing up the inside of my leg. My legs are spread wider and then his body fills the space between them. I think I know where the ice cube is going. I’m positive actually, but just when I think he’s going to dip it between my legs, he avoids the area entirely.
I feel his free hand wrap around my hip, holding me in place. The ice cube glides over my stomach and up to the crease between my breasts. The heat of his mouth follows the path, warming my skin. I tilt my head up as he moves along my collar bone before circling my nipple.
“Reese.”
I bite my lip to contain myself. I want to squirm. To thrash about because this is almost intolerable.
But I don’t.
I whimper as the ice cube moves over my nipple. The bite of it is severe, but it feels too good for me to protest, especially when his mouth latches on and takes away the chill. He doesn’t moan into my skin like he usually does. He doesn’t give me any sign that he is enjoying this. But I knew he wouldn’t. He warned me I wouldn’t hear him, and apparently, sounds are included.
He moves slightly and I know he’s marking me. I’m familiar with the pull of that spot. Alternating breasts, the pattern is repeated. Cold then warmth, and then the chill is gone, as is the heat of his body over mine. I feel the hair on his legs brush against mine as he shifts, and then his hands are wrapped around my thighs, spreading me open. I figure the ice has been discarded, no longer needed. I wait for the heat of his mouth to press against me. His warm breath. The scorch of his tongue.
“Fuck!” I arch off the bed, almost letting go of the posts when he runs up my length. His tongue is frigid, mimicking the sensation of the ice cube and melting into me just like one. The feeling is overwhelming as he dips inside me, tasting ever inch. His mouth never warms, and I know it’s because the ice is in his mouth, which is confirmed when I feel the sharp edge of the cube press against my clit.
His brow furrows. “Nobody finishes what I start when it comes to that pussy. Not even you. You come when I make you. And it will be happening on my cock and in my mouth, not on your fingers.”
“Fine by me,” I reply, scooting to the edge of the wood. “As long as it happens in the next five minutes. Otherwise…” I pause, shooting him a teasing look.
He grabs me off the worktop and flings me over his shoulder. I squeal, wrapping my arms around his waist as we move toward the stairs. “Otherwise nothing. You hurry me along in any way or threaten to handle your own orgasms and you won’t be coming at all. I’ll tie you to the bed and make you watch me handle my own situation all over your tits this time.”
“All I heard was bed. Your ass is distracting me.” I give it one good smack as he starts up the stairs.
“Speaking of asses, I plan on fucking yours tonight.”
My eyes widen as my body becomes instantly rigid. Fuuccckkk. Anal? Am I ready for that?
He senses my apprehensiveness and rubs his hand on my bare thigh, soothing me. “Relax, love. Trust me with your body. I’ll always make it good for you.”
“Oh, God,” I nervously mumble, dropping my head against his back.
“You’ll be screaming that a lot in a minute.”
I laugh against his shirt, instantly relaxing and leaving my nervousness on the stairs.
I’m naked, lying in the middle of the bed with my hands above my head. I was given three instructions after Reese set me on my feet and removed my dress and panties. Three instructions I eagerly obeyed.
“Get on the bed, grab onto the bed posts, and don’t let go.”
My hands are wrapped around two wooden spindles as I watch him standing at the foot of the bed. He hasn’t taken away my sight yet and right now, I’m extremely grateful for that as I watch him slowly remove his dress shirt button by button. He’s taking his time and he knows what it’s doing to me. He also knows that if he hadn’t told me to keep my hands where they are, I would be ripping that shirt off him in record timing.
I take in the sight of him shirtless. The leanness of his body which is sculpted with that perfect amount of muscle. Broad shoulders and slightly-tanned skin. The hard lines of his abs which my hands are yearning to roam over.
My grip tightens around the wood.
His fingers loosen his belt as his eyes roam my body, slowly taking in every inch of me. Lower, lower, until he suddenly flicks them up to meet mine.
“Bend your knees and spread your legs.” I do as I’m told. “Wider.”
I drop my knees to the side as far as they can go, leaving myself completely open. My pussy is throbbing for him, aching to the point of being agonizing as he studies me. His eyes are locked between my legs, and the view seems to speed up his movements. Bending at the waist, he drops his pants and boxers and steps out of them. As he takes a few steps toward my dresser, I close my legs a few inches.
“I didn’t tell you to do that,” he says, looking at me over his shoulder as he opens my top drawer. “Open them.”
I submit to his command and lower my knees so they are inches from the mattress. I see him slip out one of his ties before he walks to the side of the bed, authority in each step. There is zero trace of the man who told me minutes ago when he knew he loved me. That tenderness is gone. He’s exuding control right now, and I’ve never seen anything hotter.
Looming over me with the tie in one hand, he slides his other hand up my arm and wraps it around one of mine, gripping me and the post. “Keep them here. If you move them before I tell you to, I’ll tie them in place. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He presses his lips against mine, searing me with a brutal kiss. “These will be the last words I say to you before I take you in the way I’ve been dying to take you. You won’t be able to see or hear me until I want you to. Understand?”
“Yes.” My voice comes out steady, devoid of any apprehension.
He leans back and drapes the tie across my eyes, blinding me. “Right now, I want you to concentrate on feeling everything I give you. Nothing else.”
I lift my head, allowing him to secure it behind me. And then the bed dips as his weight is removed, leaving me alone with only the sound of my breathing filling my ears. But it’s not uneven, nervous breathing. The pace of my lungs taking in air is quickened due to the eagerness I’m feeling. I want to experience this with him, everything he’s about to give me in a way I’ve never had. I’m not tense. I’m ready.
So fucking ready.
The sound of movement in the kitchen has me turning my head in that direction.
A cabinet closes.
The soft clink of ice hitting the bottom of an empty glass.
I expect to hear the tap water running next, but I don’t.
I gasp as my ankles are grabbed. My legs are straightened on the bed and then his hands are gone. I strain to listen, looking down the length of my body even though I can’t see anything. I imagine him standing at the foot of the bed, glass in hand as he stares at me. He’s hard. Painfully hard. Stroking himself to ease some of the ache. My grip tightens further as I clench the muscles in my core.
Is it possible to orgasm from anticipation alone? Because I might just be the first.
“Oh, shit.” I jerk when I feel the stark chill of ice on my skin, trailing up the inside of my leg. My legs are spread wider and then his body fills the space between them. I think I know where the ice cube is going. I’m positive actually, but just when I think he’s going to dip it between my legs, he avoids the area entirely.
I feel his free hand wrap around my hip, holding me in place. The ice cube glides over my stomach and up to the crease between my breasts. The heat of his mouth follows the path, warming my skin. I tilt my head up as he moves along my collar bone before circling my nipple.
“Reese.”
I bite my lip to contain myself. I want to squirm. To thrash about because this is almost intolerable.
But I don’t.
I whimper as the ice cube moves over my nipple. The bite of it is severe, but it feels too good for me to protest, especially when his mouth latches on and takes away the chill. He doesn’t moan into my skin like he usually does. He doesn’t give me any sign that he is enjoying this. But I knew he wouldn’t. He warned me I wouldn’t hear him, and apparently, sounds are included.
He moves slightly and I know he’s marking me. I’m familiar with the pull of that spot. Alternating breasts, the pattern is repeated. Cold then warmth, and then the chill is gone, as is the heat of his body over mine. I feel the hair on his legs brush against mine as he shifts, and then his hands are wrapped around my thighs, spreading me open. I figure the ice has been discarded, no longer needed. I wait for the heat of his mouth to press against me. His warm breath. The scorch of his tongue.
“Fuck!” I arch off the bed, almost letting go of the posts when he runs up my length. His tongue is frigid, mimicking the sensation of the ice cube and melting into me just like one. The feeling is overwhelming as he dips inside me, tasting ever inch. His mouth never warms, and I know it’s because the ice is in his mouth, which is confirmed when I feel the sharp edge of the cube press against my clit.
