Page 10 of Playing with Forever
As he continued, I realized the key was not to fight the pain, but to embrace it. I breathed in and out between each smack, almost meditating, letting that initial burn ebb into a more euphoric sensation. I allowed my brain and body to adjust to the ache, and I was rewarded with a sublime pleasure that washed over me and added to the intoxicating high.
Between each swat, Chase left me hanging just enough that I was tense with anticipation, but never so long that I was taken out of the moment. I felt so present in my body, so aware of every part of me. Every single one of my senses was heightened, and I loved that I was the sole focus of Chase’s attention, in a way that no other man had ever made me feel.
“Ten,” I gasped out as the final lash struck my sore ass.
“You did so well, sweetheart,” he praised in a gruff tone, the depth of his voice infused with lust. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
I was gently hauled up to standing, and still wearing the blindfold, my head spun a bit. The clamps were removed, and I cried out in relief as the blood flowed back into my nipples. Chase gently brushed a thumb over one of the sensitive tips, and I sucked in a breath at how hot and engorged it felt.
I realized, dimly, that my pussy was soaking wet, my arousal coating the inside of my thighs. My legs trembled, and Chase pressed himself against my back. At some point, in between strikes with the crop, he’d undressed, and the heat of his skin added to all the other sensations my brain was trying to process.
“Now,” he murmured into my ear as one of his hands slid around to my throat so that he could tip my head back against his shoulder. “I’m going to fuck that pretty, wet pussy until you come all over my cock. Do you know why?”
My mind raced as I looked for an answer. “Because—because it’s yours, sir.”
“That’s right.” His other hand stroked my stomach, and I couldn’t stop shaking with desire. “Are you on edge? Hmm?”
“Yes…yes, sir,” I stuttered.
He moved his fingers lower and slowly rubbed my clit. I moaned, slumping against him. It felt so good, with my aching breasts, and my ass feeling full and penetrated, and my legs still forcefully spread apart. And Chase, mastering my body like he knew exactly what to do to make me give myself over to him. To submit to his dominance.
It was sensory overload, and I wanted to come, badly. It was almost a surprise how much I needed the release, like an orgasm and sex was brand new again.
I moaned, and just as I was approaching the peak—he abruptly stopped. I whimpered, my entire body trembling at the edge, desperate and needy. I would have done anything to orgasm in that moment.Anything.
And Chase knew it.
“Not yet,” he chastised, his voice soft but still in command. “Not until my cock is buried as deep inside your pussy as it can get.”
He lifted the hand from my throat and peeled off the blindfold. I blinked, the room coming back into focus. The lighting was soft and muted but still too bright for a moment until I adjusted. I was still shaking. I couldn’t seem to stop.
Chase released one of my wrists from the restraints, but only to bring my arms around in front of me and resecured the cuff so that I remained under his control. He removed the spreader bar, then bent down and swept me up into his arms, effortlessly carrying me to the bed.
He laid me down on my back with my head on the pillow, then pulled my cuffed hands up and arranged them so that I was now secured to one of the hooks embedded into the headboard.
He stood by the side of the bed, and I turned my head and stared at his naked body, my breath catching in my chest as I took inallof him for the first time.
Dark haired, dark eyes, and a honed physique built for sin, Chase was gorgeous. I wasn’t surprised to see that he was fit as hell underneath all those clothes. He’d just picked me up like I weighed nothing. And he had a ton of tattoos across his chest and down both arms. They were all stunning, and I wanted to know their meanings, wanted to examine them more closely.
But what had me staring in disbelief was the cock he held in his hand.
His hard, thick,piercedcock.
My eyes widened and my mouth fell open in shock. I knew that people could get genital piercings. Hell, this was Las Vegas and I’d even seen a few women with their nipples pierced, which I’d found intriguing. But I’d never seen anything like this, up close and personal. My first thought was that it had to have hurt, right? An insane amount.
Chase smirked. “Yeah, I figured I should take the blindfold off so you’re aware of my piercings before I fuck you.”
I found myself wanting to reach out and touch him. The fact that I couldn’t was both frustrating and arousing. I couldn’t kiss him, touch him, lick him—or anything else my mind might conjure. And I was curious. I wanted to know what all those piercings felt like. Not just for him but for me,inside of me.
“What are they?” I whispered, still in awe.
“A Prince Albert and a Jacob’s Ladder is what they’re called.” Chase stroked his stiff cock, running his fingers over the silver piercings. “This one’s the Albert.” He skimmed his thumb over the one that went through his urethra. “This one’s the ladder.”
I watched as he ran his finger along the line of barbel piercings that went up the underside of the shaft—it seemed pretty self-explanatory to call it a ladder.
“Did it hurt?” I asked him, then grimaced because it was a stupid question. Of course it hurt.
A depraved gleam entered Chase’s eyes. “Yes, but I’m a masochist that way. I liked the pain.”
