“I’m not sure you’ve been patient enough yet. Have you earned my cock, baby girl?”
“Yes! Ineedit, please.”
“Open up.” Moving to straddle her once more, I hinge her jaw open further and trace the head of my cock along her lips, leaving a trail of my precum.
When her tongue glides over my crown, I barely resist the urge to push my cock to the back of her throat. Knowing her hands are bound, I have to remind myself to only give what she can take as I slowly feed her inch by inch of my length. Her mouth stretches around the thickness ofmy cock and I take a mental snapshot of her in this moment for nights when we’re apart.
“Can you take more of me?” I ask and she nods, unable to respond with my cock down her throat. I piston my hips until she’s nearly taking all of me. When my tip hits the back of her throat, I nearly come undone right then and there.
“Fuck, Scar. Your mouth is going to be my undoing, but not right now,” I tell her as I pull out. “I refuse to come anywhere but inside your tight cunt tonight.”
Her eager pleas for me to do just that have me craving the feel of her surrounding me as I sink inside her again after far too long, but instead I choose to prolong our torture.
“Not just yet, Red,” I tell her and she growls in frustration.
“You’re a fucking masochistic asshole, you know that?”
“I do. But I’myourmasochist. If you can be patient, baby girl, I’ll show you how good being mine feels.”
16
November
I’myourmasochist.
I’ll show you how good being mine feels.
His words ring in my ears as he moves off me and I feel the bed dip beside me. The sound of ice clanking against glass pulls me from my reverie a moment later. Still blindfolded by his tie, my other senses are heightened, causing me to squirm in anticipation of what he has in store for me.
The bed dips again before Bennett settles between my thighs. I can feel the heat of his body atop mine, and I long for the press of his weight on me.
Then, his lips brush mine ever so slightly when he asks, “Tell me, have you ever tried temp play?” Instead of his breath feeling warm against my lips, I’m met with a cool chill.
“Never,” I admit.
“And you trust me to make you feel good?”
“Always.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” he hums against my abdomen as he pushes up my jersey and slowly kisses his way down my body. Goosebumps rise in the wake of his cool kisses. Not being able to see what he’s doing or reach out and touch him—grab onto him—has me feeling needier than ever before.
As if he can read my thoughts, he asks, “Is my girl feeling needy?”
My girl. God, I really like the sound of that.
“Desperately so,” I shamelessly admit.
My admission urges him on. I hear a suckling noise a moment before his chilled lips press a soft kiss on my clit. The frigid temperature of his lips against my most sensitive spot causes my hips to buck off the bed. Bennett’s hand presses down on my stomach before he wraps my legs over his shoulders.
When his mouth clamps down on my clit and he pushes two freezing fingers inside of me, I’m overwhelmed by the sensation. My skin feels like it’s been doused in flames, and the contrasted chill of his mouth and fingers has me feeling like I’ll combust.
“Need your eyes on me, Red,” he says before he removes the tie covering my eyes with one hand, while the other doesn’t miss a beat as he continues to work his fingers inside of me.
Bennett reaches beside him and then there is a melting ice cube in his mouth, condensation dripping from his mouth and pooling at my entrance. He removes his fingers from my core only to replace them moments later with the spear of his tongue and what remains of the ice cube. The sharp bite of the cold elicits a moan from deep within me.
As his tongue latches onto my clit and his fingers push inside of me once more, I’m coming, shattering, only moments later.
Wave after wave hits me, just as I’m about to resurface from the most intense release of my life, the pleasure from his tongue pulls me back under.
