When his tongue glided through me, I had to bite my lips hard to silence the moan wanting to escape. And in that instant, I knew this man was going to torture me with pleasure tonight.
With his hands holding me firmly in place, his mouth delivered a level of bliss I never knew existed. The sight of his head buried in my most intimate place, and the growls coming from him as he lost himself in what he was doing combined with the sensations taking over my entire body, and I had to concentrate hard on not falling over the edge.
After a few minutes, he lifted his head, and rasped, “Fuck, you taste good, baby. I could spend hours tasting you.”
I wanted to tell him to keep going, and never stop – oh, God, please don’t ever stop.
Dipping his face to me again, he circled my clit with his tongue over and over, building the pleasure again. It washed over me in waves – never-ending waves that crashed through me, wanting to take me with them over the edge, but I fought that all the way. And that only heightened every sensation and every feeling rushing at me. My mind was in overload as I focused on letting the pleasure come while trying desperately not to let it completely consume me to the point of orgasm.
“Sophia.”
My eyes opened at the sound of his voice and I watched and waited for his next command.
“I’m going to stop holding you, and I want you to support yourself on the bed with your * in the air.”
Did he have any idea what he was asking of me? To hold myself up like that would take a level of concentration I wasn’t sure I had. Not while I was concentrating so hard on not coming.
“Okay,” I agreed, though, because I would do anything he told me to do at this point. So long as he kept delivering pleasure.
He let me go, and I used my muscle and core strength to hold my stomach and bottom up off the bed for him. My feet were planted in front of where he sat on the bed, and when he tapped them to indicate he wanted them spread wider, I did as he’d asked, ignoring the burn beginning in my leg muscles.
The burn was all worth it when a moment later, his hands gripped my ass and he brought his tongue back to my *. And when he then pushed a finger inside me and began stroking, I wondered if every woman knew this type of heaven existed.
His strokes were slow and rhythmic, designed to work a woman to a crazed state. I should know because he was slowly taking me there. He didn’t want me to come yet, but that was getting harder and harder with each new round of pleasure. Each time a wave crashed over me, my muscles threatened to let my body collapse onto the bed. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold myself up.
And not to reach out and touch him? That was a whole other level of how-the-fuck-will-I-make-it-through-this?
He pushed another finger inside so I now had two delivering me heaven. I writhed under his touch, my muscles seriously beginning to tire. My eyes squeezed close and my fingers curled into a ball, wanting desperately to cling to something, but unable to latch onto anything the way they were tied. The orgasm that continually tried to shatter me, moved dangerously close until it reached the point where I thought I could no longer fight it.
“Griff, I can’t…I can’t do this anymore.” I panted as my muscles gave way and my body dropped to the bed.
His fingers left me, and in what felt like a split second, he had me flipped onto my stomach, and he’d moved so his knees were on the bed, either side of my legs. One of his hands landed on the bed beside me while he placed the other one on my back. He growled into my ear, “Do you know what happens when you don’t obey me, Sophia?”
My breathing had turned into pants and my muscles were screaming at me, all while my * pulsed with need. “No,” I managed to get out, even though I struggled to form a thought while my mind tried to deal with all my senses at once.
“When you don’t do as I say, I get to punish you, in any way I want.”
He moved his face away from mine, and a second later, he placed his hand on my bottom and began massaging it in a circular motion. My ass cheeks tensed, knowing what was about to come.
“Fuck, baby, your ass is perfect.”
He continued to massage me.
Teasing me.
Oh, God, how I waited for what he was about to do.
“You want this, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes.” I whimpered.
“Tell me how much,” he demanded, still massaging. Still teasing.
“So bad, baby…” My voice drifted off as my senses went into overdrive.
I need him.
Everything he has to give.
I will take all of it.
His hand kept moving over my ass, and then when I thought he was about to spank me, he said, “You need to learn that I’m in charge of your pleasure. And that I decide what you get.” He pushed up off the bed and left me. A moment later, the sounds of my drawers being opened filled the room.
I focused on my breathing and preparing myself for what would come next.