Chapter 91
Chapter 91
Knox’s hands are strong and sure as he guides me to the suspension apparatus. He moves with his eyes fixed on mine, and I see the intensity in his gaze the promise of what’s to come: My heart is pounding, my body already aching with anticipation.
Once there, he lowers me gently into the harness hanging from the overhead rig. The leather is cool and smooth against my bare skin. I shiver, goosebumps rising on my flesh, and he notices, smirking.
“I’ve got you, Sloane,” he says.
He starts to secure my arms, pulling them up and apart. The leather cuffs click into place around my wrists. I test the restraints, pulling against them. They’re solid. My arms are stretched wide, my body exposed and vulnerable. I can feel the slight tremor in my muscles as I hold myself up, and I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.
“You trust me, right?” he asks.
“You know I do.”
He smiles, a soft, genuine smile that makes my heart flutter, and he leans down, claiming my mouth with his. I can’t help but kiss him back, my tongue meeting his in a hungry dance. I moan into the kiss, my body aching with need. I wish I could run my fingers through his hair and pull him closer, but my arms are securely restrained, forcing me to endure this torture. His hands, however, are free to roam, and they do, gripping my waist, my hips, my thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
He pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against mine. “I love how swollen your lips get when I kiss you,” he says. “Makes me want to bite them off.”
He leans back in, capturing my bottom lip with his teeth and biting hard until I taste blood. I gasp into the kiss. He then soothes the pain with a slow sweep of his tongue, and the sensation sends jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
He pulls back, his eyes never leaving mine. There’s a wicked glint in them. He licks his lip, tasting the blood, and a satisfied smile spreads across his face.
“Even your blood is tasty,” he says. “What part of you isn’t sweet, Bunny?”
His hands then settle on my lap, trailing a path down my legs until he finds my ankles. In one move, he lifts them high in the air. My legs are spread wide, my ass tilted slightly outward, and I can feel the cool air on my most intimate parts, exposing me completely. Then he secures those ankles into cuffs that hang close to my arms, properly clipping me in place with nowhere to run.
He then runs a hand up my inner thigh, torturously slow. I shiver.
“You’re so beautiful like this, Sloane,” he says. “So open, so vulnerable. It’s fucking incredible.”
I look away, suddenly shy.
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He notices and forces me to meet his gaze with a finger under my chin. “Don’t hide from me. I want to see you, all of you. You’re mine, remember?”
I nod, somehow unable to form words right now.
He reaches up and pats my cheek in approval. “Good girls get nice treats.”
“The only treat I want is you.”
“I know. But I’ll give you more than me since you’re playing nice.”
I can’t help but feel a sense of pride and pleasure at his words. He steps back, his hands leaving my skin, and I instantly miss his touch. He moves away with heavy footsteps echoing in the large room, and I strain to listen, to figure out what he’s doing. I suspect he’s heading for the toy shelf, but I can’t turn to look as my body is securely restrained. Sure enough, I hear him grabbing things, the clatter of toys being thrown into what sounds like a basket, and my anticipation builds, my body tingling with excitement and nervousness.
Moments later, a silky wrap falls over my eyes, blocking out my vision.
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He secures the blindfold behind my head, and I’m plunged into darkness. Memories of the last time I was blindfolded flood my mind, the intense pleasure, the mind–gripping sensations, and I can feel my body responding, my core growing wet in wait. I try to calm my racing heart by breathing deep but it’s no use. I’m a mess of need. My body is on fire, every nerve ending alight,
I listen as he returns to my front, and he’s so close that I feel his breath on my skin.
I jump slightly as his fingers find my nipples, rolling them first and then pinching hard, sending jolts of pleasure and pain through me.
I stick my chest out. “Do it again, Knox.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. His fingers pinch harder, and I cry out. Then his mouth is on them, teeth nibbling, tongue soothing. Those two nipples feel charged. He alternates between them, biting, sucking with slurping sounds, licking, and feasting until I’m seeing stars. I can feel myself growing wetter, my core aching with need, and I start to move my hips, seeking friction, seeking release.
He finally lets them go, and before I can protest, I feel something cold press against each bud.
The contact is so unexpected that I shift back a little. They feel like small cups. I realize what they are when he turns them on and they vibrate against my nipples.
“Oh, my god,” I moan, my body arching.
The pleasure is almost painful. The suction, the pulsing, and the vibration all work together to drive me wild. My hips move involuntarily.
His mouth drops to the skin just under my bust, kissing a path down from there to my belly and then stopping to stick his tongue into my navel. I giggle, ticklish, and I try to squirm away, but I’m held firmly in place by the restraints.
“Oh, no, no, no,” I protest, laughing and moaning at the same time.
He blows air into my navel, and I’m sure I feel liquid drop from underneath me, my body so turned on that I’m leaking.
“Knox, please,” I beg, wishing more than anything that I could drag his face to the part of me parts of me, torturing me, teasing me, driving me wild.
that aches the most. But he just keeps feasting on different
He kisses his way down to my inner thighs, his tongue tracing patterns on my skin. He comes so praying, that he’ll finally give me what I need. But he pulls back, kissing up my legs to my calves.
Yeah, I did forget that Knox is a fucking tease.
Close to my center, and I hold my breath, hoping,
He finally, finally gives me a taste of what I’ve been craving. His tongue traces a line from my dripping entrance to my clit, and I’m so close that a few more touches might send me spiraling over the edge. But he pulls back, denying me the release I so desperately need.
“Knox,” I moan, my voice a plea.
He kisses my left labia, then my right, his lips soft, a stark contrast to the intensity of the nipple suckers vibrating up here. And then he’s in my heat again, tongue diving in, licking, lapping, tasting. Every touch drives me wild. I wiggle my waist, trying to get closer, trying to deepen the connection, and he groans, a sound that vibrates into me.
“You’re dripping,” he says, pulling away, and I suddenly hate that I’m restrained, that I can’t pull him back, can’t force him to continue.
“Don’t go,” I beg.
“Be patient. Good things come to those who wait!”
“I think I’ve waited enough.”
“Just a couple more seconds.”
I hear a tube opening and the squelch of liquid being squeezed out, and I’m curious. He grabs my waist and lifts my ass higher, spreading my cheeks, and I feel the cold liquid dropping there. He pushes the liquid in with an egg–like device.
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A butt plug, I guess. It stretches me. I don’t know if it’s the device humming against my chest that’s making me needy, but the butt plug feels way better than I imagined. I find myself shaking to get more of the feeling.
Then more of that liquid is squirted onto my core, and I jump.
“Relax,” he says. “This is going to feel uncomfortable at first, but you’re going to enjoy it.”
“What will feel uncomfortable?”
