Alexander sets the condom down and then presses his lips to mine. “Relax, Margo. Tonight’s all about you. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. You can tell me to stop anytime you’d like.”
I want to scream out for him just to touch me again. No one has ever left me teetering on the verge of an orgasm for so long before. This man is about to drive me insane.
His tongue seeks entrance into my mouth, and I melt into him. “Spread your legs.” I do exactly what he asks and watch as he kisses a trail down my body, throwing my legs over both shoulders as he drops to his knees. He grabs my ass, yanking my * closer to his mouth.
His tongue flicking across my clit sends an electric surge through me and I hiss. “Jesus.”
“No, baby, it’s just me,” he murmurs before he pushes a finger inside me and licks my slick folds. “Mmmm. You taste just as delicious as I expected.”
Alexander continues to work me into a frenzy, and the urge to reach out and grab a handful of his thick hair to hold him against me is strong, but my bound arms won’t allow it. The heat of his tongue against my throbbing clit is almost more than I can handle. All I can do is lie on this table, exposed, and wait on his mercy. Only he can give me the pleasure that I desire to calm this ache building inside me.
The sound of the vibrator echoes around the room. Relief floods me because I know the moment he touches my clit with it, I’ll finally be able to come. I hold my breath as he traces the outside of my lips with it, but he’s careful to steer clear of where I need the sensation the most.
My head drops back as he kisses the inside of my thigh. I need him in me, filling me, to cure this burning desire that’s rocking me to the core.
“Alexander . . .” His name comes out in a breathy whisper, as he presses the vibrator into my entrance. “I’m so close. Please.”
“Told you that you’d beg.” His gray eyes look up at me, and I can tell he’s smiling, but it’s impossible for me to fire back a snarky comment. The next thing I know, he’s licking and sucking my clit like it’s his only job in the world while he continues to use the toy.
My * has never been this stimulated, and it’s pushing me to the edge already.
“Oh. My God. That’s it. Keep going,” I plead.
Both legs resting on his shoulders begin shaking uncontrollably and an intense tingle erupts in my core and then spreads over every inch of my body. I squeeze my eyes shut and I swear to God that I see fireworks as I come hard just like he promised. My entire body jerks as I scream out his name, but he keeps going, prolonging my pleasure to the point that it feels so good that it actually hurts.
Just when I don’t think I can take another second, he stops his delicious torture and stands as he switches off the vibrator.
With quick movements, he releases both of my wrists from the shackles before pulling them one at a time to his mouth. He inhales deeply like he’s trying to commit my scent to memory as he presses soft kisses to my flesh.
He stares down at me with a grin. “I love seeing that satisfied look on your face but don’t get too comfortable. We’re just getting started.”
Oh, my.
My heart flutters with anticipation. If this was just the appetizer, dinner might damn near kill me.
He threads his fingers into my hair and pulls me into a deep kiss, allowing me to taste myself on him. This kiss makes me feel so desired that, for a moment, I can’t imagine why I refused his advances. I should’ve allowed this to happen from the first moment he offered to fuck me.
He pulls back and stares into my eyes. “Stay.”
The warning that flashes in his eyes tells me that disobeying his command is not an option. I still need him like crazy so I don’t even debate not doing as he says.
I find myself biting my lip as I stare after Alexander as he makes his way back over to the toy shelf. His ass is divine. It’s round with just the right amount of bubble, and I just want to get my hands on it. Some women are all about the arms, others the backs, but my weakness is a toned male booty. Alexander’s is so tight that I bet you could bounce quarters off that thing.
My eyes roam over the well-defined muscles of his back as they stretch and move while he pokes around at all the other items on the shelf.
There’s a glimmer in his gray eyes as he turns to me with a blindfold in one hand and a riding crop in the other.
I shake my head as he begins to stalk toward me. “No. You are not tying me up and spanking me. That’s so fucking cliché.”
That cocky smirk returns, making him even more fucking attractive. “How can millions of people be wrong about the enjoyment of the combination?”
I fold my arms. “What some people find pleasurable is just wrong then.”
“How do you know that’s true? I bet you’ve never even tried it.” He raises one eyebrow in challenge.
“I . . .” I what? There’s no defense here, considering he’s right. Dammit, I hate that.
Alexander smiles. “Thought so. Off the table.”
“Alexander . . .”