Every part of my skin was on fire, tingling inch by inch as my cock pressed to escape. She waited patiently, her arms above her head while she laid exposed for me.
Finally allowing her the desires she’d let me in on, I stripped off my shirt, giving her a full view in a lighted room.
Her eyes immediately went to my pierced nipples. They felt tight and sensitive, desperate for a touch, and that sensation alone shocked me.
The way she ate me up with each roam of her eyes across my body had me feeling more naked than her bare form.
“I want you inside me,” she stated, her face flushed and her lips parted. “Now.”
“Demanding little thing, aren’t you?” I teased, watching as she nodded quickly, her head bobbing with desperation.
I stared behind her, the wall housing a lot of different items, and the one I specifically wanted for this particular playtime.
“Are you ready to be my toy, little demon?”
“Yes,” she said without pause. She stayed on the bed but her neck craned to watch me. The sheets rubbed against her skin, serving her up to me in soft satin.
I walked to the wall, grabbing the thirty-foot labeled rope, knowing I’d want her vulnerable but comfortable, able to feast on, and unable to reach for me.
My cock throbbed with the thought of her crying while struggling against her restraints. She’d beg, and that alone had me weak for her.
When I rounded the bed, she noticed the black cord in my hands. Instead of pouting, she offered a small smile, stretching her arms out, widening her thighs.
What she didn’t know was that I’d be depriving her of much more than her ability to touch. Her sight would be leaving too.
So, before I took that away, I made sure to bind her wrists together, braiding the rope to allow her movement but also stop her from reaching out. Tying her wrists to the center metal ring on the bedframe, I smiled. The ring along with the excess rope I offered allowed her the opportunity to watch me remove my clothes.
Her eyes widened as I unbuttoned my pants. She wiggled, craning once more to fully see me. Sliding my jeans down my thighs, my fingers brushed across my swollen dick.
The hiss that escaped me at the enraged thickness had me smiling. I hadn’t edged myself this long, let alone with this woman, and it brought a sick satisfaction, knowing we’d both blow with so much pleasure, we’d be desperate for more.
“Fuck,” she hissed as my cock sprang free. Andy’s eyes landed on my piercings. She licked her lips and her thighs clenched as she watched me with yearning.
I stalked toward her, wanting to make her writhe beneath me as I released all the pleasure she’d bottled up.
“Please use me,” she begged, pulling at her restraints to try and hump my leg. I halfway boxed in her thighs. She was unrestrained from the waist down, all she had to do was wiggle her hips. Something told me she wouldn’t. She’d play good to get the orgasm she was itching for.
“Are you ready, little demon?”
Chapter Forty-Three
B.E.D. – Jacquees
Andy
“Are you ready, little demon?”
He hovered above me, his eyes darkened, his cock thick and hard, ready for me. The rope around my wrists didn’t bother me or scare me, I loved the way they held me secure, comfortable, and only abrasive when I tugged.
Which, the part of me that enjoyed pain did every chance I got. My stomach fluttered as his fingertips danced right above my hips.
At first, his avoidance to touching me made me almost sad, now, it drove me wild. Part of me wanted to move my body, force our skin to brush, but part of the tease was forcing my stillness as he took his time relishing my naked form.
Much like me, he had pierced nipples, little black bars pierced through each one. And fuck, I wanted to lick and tug them, leave my own branding across his already inked skin.
But until he could give me that, I’d have to fantasize.
“Eyes up here,” he directed, forcing my gaze to his molten one. He played with his lip rings, making them twirl through his lip as he thought loudly.
Without warning, he leaned over my left breast, his hot breath fanning the flames of my already aroused sensitive skin.
“What’s your safe word, little demon?”
“Chaos,” I replied automatically, earning a quick flick across my nipple. I arched, pleasure coating my skin with goosebumps.
“Good girl,” he replied. “Get your fill, I’m going to blindfold you.”
My heart began its pitter-patter, hitting my ribs, stealing my breath. I’d never done this before and the thought both scared and excited me. I trusted Madden.
With hurried eyes, I drank my fill of his naked torso, his muscular thighs and the veins in his hands that always did it for me. Raking my gaze over his throat, I felt the wetness between my thighs thicken. Something about his throat, the way his vein bulged when he sang and how his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed, made me wet.
“Time’s up.” Before I could protest, he placed a silk piece of fabric over my eyes. It was similar to a sleep mask people wore to block out light. He tied it, leaning over me where I could feel the heat of him press against my forehead.
After finishing, I felt his breath tease my throat, blowing across my flesh in long bursts of hot air.
“You’ve been so good for me, I want to make it up to you,” he cooed, his tongue flicking against my right nipple. “Good girls get rewards, they get to come.”
“Please,” I let out, thinking of how wound tight I’d been for days. My skin prickled with awareness, sweat dotting my forehead as I imagined him fucking me hard and making me come.
Movement sounded in my ears, letting me know he wasn’t where he once was. A piece of something touched my right thigh, a little bereft-of-touch caress. The same feeling went higher, sending shivers in its wake as it reached my pussy.
It wasn’t his hand or skin, it was something else entirely. It swatted at my spread sex, making me bow off the bed in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Rubbing my clit with it, I moaned as it smeared the wetness around. “Already soaked, huh?” Madden taunted, smearing my cum over my stomach. “So fucking filthy.”
The object traced my belly button ring, mapping a trail of desire. Soon after, as my chest pressed upward, chasing any type of feeling, his tongue met my skin.
“You taste so fucking good, little demon,” he rasped, licking a trail where he spread my cum. He nipped at my flesh, biting into me like I was his own personal snack. He’d leave marks, and I moaned at the thought of it.
“If I dip my tongue in your cunt are you going to make my tongue dirty?” His words vibrated over my hip, the rings of his lips pressing gently over me.
I clenched around nothing, wanting anything to be inside me while he tortured my orgasm out of me.
“Please touch me,” I begged, feeling emotions clog my throat. Not having his body covering mine hurt but not in a painful way, I just wanted a connection to him. Any connection would do.
His fingers danced across my pussy, touching everywhere but my clit. When he replaced them with his tongue, I cried, loving the heat and apt attention he gave to every part of me that had been sensitive.
“Mmm,” he groaned, slipping his tongue over my opening. “I can tell you’re liking this.” I whimpered as he speared inside, pressing into me like his cock would eventually do.