I still wasn’t sure she could hack it. She struck me as one of those women who’d only known sub-par former lovers that didn’t know how to please them, so they greedily took from a real man when an orgasm was dangled before them during sex. Almost more frightening was the prospect that shecouldhandle it, indicating that she had as much experience down here as she alluded to.
It was my job to make her forget every man before me. Tonight, she was mine.
Leaving her, I moved to the foot of the bed, where I had a storage bench waiting. Lifting the quilted lid, I sifted through the items until I found the perfect tool. Closing the bench, I placed the adjustable spreader bar below where her feet rested on the bed.
Climbing up from the bottom, I grasped one of Lucy’s ankles, affixing it to the leather cuff at one end of the silver bar before repeating the process with her other ankle. I took my time extending it longer and longer until her legs were spread wide, her glistening pussy available and waiting for my use.
I stood, silently taking my time removing my clothing. The longer it took, the more restless Lucy became—pulling on her restraints, raising her hips, her breathing becoming more erratic—as the anticipation of my next move grew. The psychological aspect of sex could be just as impactful as the physical.
With her legs spread wide, I watched as she grew wetter, simply waiting for me, completely restrained and her vision eliminated. I wanted to save this image for my screensaver to look at it daily. It was that stunning.
Gripping my throbbing cock, I gave it a few hard strokes to relieve the ache, knowing it would be waiting a bit longer before it got in on the action. Stepping forward to the foot of the bed, I anchored the spreader bar to the footboard, rendering Lucy completely immobile as I climbed atop the bed, kneeling between her open thighs.
Sensing my nearness, she arched her body, trying to make contact, but quickly realized her movements had been even further restricted. Her moan of frustration brought a smile to my lips.
It was finally playtime.
Placing my palms beside her head, I lowered my mouth next to her ear, blowing on the sensitive skin behind it before tugging an earlobe between my teeth. The sound of the silk ties straining signaled she was desperate to touch. Bad news for her, that wouldn’t be happening tonight.
Slowly, I moved down her neck to her collarbone, keeping my lips a breath away from touching her but close enough that the tiny hairs coating her skin could sense me. Roving over one breast, she tried desperately to raise her chest to my lips, but I bypassed them down to her navel, licking just below. The sound of Lucy’s ragged breathing filled the room. She was desperate for more but was entirely at my mercy.
Returning to her breast, I hovered there for what seemed like an eternity. Just long enough to make her think I changed course again when I sucked a pebbled pink nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue while I sucked hard. The groan torn from her throat was the sweetest reward for my patience.
Taking one hand, I ran it down the side of her body, over the curve of her hip, before drawing it between her legs. She was drenched, coating my hand with her arousal, causing a moan to slip from my own lips. Her body was responding beautifully, and I’d barely touched her.
“Fuck, Ari. You’re soaking wet.”
Her hips desperately tried to rise off the bed to gain friction with my hand, but how she was pinned made that impossible, and she let out a tiny whimper. Dipping one finger inside her, the warm depths gripped it tightly. Damn, she was close already. The rest of this night would be exquisite torture if she obeyed orders and only came when I allowed.
“Please,” Lucy begged.
Bringing my body flush with hers, I whispered against her lips, “Oh, sweetheart, I love to hear you beg.”
Not allowing her a chance to respond, I took her lips roughly. The little minx met my tongue stroke for stroke, biting my lower lip whenever she could. She’d always been fiery. I should have known it would carry over into the bedroom.
Adding a second finger, I swallowed her moans as my thumb grazed her clit. Lucy’s body was trembling beneath mine, so I added more pressure, feeling smug when she tore her mouth from mine in a gasp. She’d never be able to hold off at this rate.
Watching her face, it pleased me to see her desperately trying to stave off her orgasm. Her teeth dug so hard into her lower lip I feared she’d draw blood. Hips squirming, I could tell her body was waging a war with her brain. Her body craved release while her mind knew she would be punished, therefore, it needed to do everything in its power to hold off.
I knew that if I really wanted to, I could wring the climax from her body, and she wouldn’t be able to stop me. Toying with her was half the fun. There was only one certainty down here—I was in complete control.
Years had been spent honing my skills and the ability to read a woman’s body better than they ever could. Every twitch, sigh, and gasp told a story, creating a unique blueprint on how to pleasure them.
Lucy’s inner walls began to grip my fingers, and I decided to grant her mercy, withdrawing as her body sagged in relief. It would be short-lived, however.
Climbing off the bed, I gave her a moment’s reprieve while I grabbed a condom off the nightstand. The last thing I needed was for Lucy to end up pregnant. Female members of the club were required to provide proof of birth control, but I wasn’t about to tempt fate—or the failure rate, in this case.
Rolling it on, I approached her from the foot of the bed once more. Unlatching the spreader bar from the footboard, she wasgiven no warning as I flipped it, causing her body to land face-down on the mattress.
Positioning myself kneeling just below it, I gripped the bar by her ankles and forced it forward, propping her up on her knees. Lucy’s head thrashed side to side against the black silk sheets, her soft whimpering music to my ears. This position left her completely exposed to me, and the view of her pussy presented for my unquestioned use had my cock throbbing painfully.
Pushing who I was with to the back of my mind, I lowered my face level with her dripping folds. Blowing lightly against the dampness, causing a shiver to run down the length of her body with the anticipation my nearness caused, I silently counted out a full minute before burying my face in her pussy.
A shrill scream reached my ears as her hips tried to move forward to escape my tongue lapping at her swollen clit. We both knew how close she was to disobeying the one rule I gave her, but there was nowhere to hide from the relentless oral assault on her pussy.
Fuck, she tasted incredible. If she were anyone else, I could live here, just feasting on her for the rest of my life. As tempted as I was to make her come like this, I wanted to watch as she fell apart. When her thighs began to tremble where I held her spread wide for me, I reluctantly pulled away.
Lucy was teetering on the edge. It wasn’t going to take much more.
