Page 96 of Too Sweet
“No. I told you I’ll never hurt you, but if anything’s too much, use the safe word, okay?”
“Red. Okay.”
“Good girl.” He pecks my temple. “You don’t get to touch me now. And you don’t get to see or hear me.” He gets up and grabs three silk scarves from my wardrobe. “Face down, baby.”
“But—”
“Do as you’re told. Face.Down. Now.”
I let out a shaky breath, flipping onto my stomach. I hate not seeing him, but I focus on his touch, ignoring the swish of scarves as he ties my ankles and wrists.
He flips me onto my back, looking me over inch by inch, his pupils blown, arousal on display when he climbs onto the bed, bending down to kiss me.
“You need to relax so you can enjoy this.”
I nod, words piling up on the tip of my tongue when he blindfolds me, and I’m left at his mercy... exposed.
“You’re beautiful, Mia,” he coos, skimming his lips down my stomach. “You’re mine, and I want to play with what’s mine, so you’ll be my little toy tonight.”
Music, slow, dark, and sensual, starts in my ears when he pushes two earphones in.
He grips my legs, resting my tied ankles on his back before he closes his lips on my clit, eagerly sucking it into his mouth.
I can’t touch him. I can’t see him, but it heightens the pleasure his urgent licks inflict. I can’t hear him growl, but the vibrations of his voice resonate on me, bringing me closer faster than before.
He doesn’t let me come. He stops when I’m seconds away and scrapes his teeth on the inside of my thigh before moving off.
My heart immediately thumps faster.
I can’t see him. I can’t hear him, and now I can’t feel him.
My pulse grows louder in my ears, but I lay still even though I want to rip off the blindfold to check he’s there.
The mattress dips by the headboard and Nico flips me over again, manhandling my body until I’m right where he wants me... face down, butt in his lap, legs bent and spread wide.
I can’t focus on what he’s doing. I’m squirming in place, thinking how exposed and vulnerable I am.
Nico gathers my hair in a fist, then wraps it around his wrist while the other hand reaches its mark. He circles his thumb around my entrance, making the muscles in my abdomen spasm.
The pleasant sensation dies quickly at the reminder of my position. I’m bent over his lap, and I have no control. The blindfold isn’t necessary. Shame burns my cheeks. I’m squeezing my eyes shut, trying to even out my breathing.
Nico tugs harder, making me arch, and I feel his lips on my temple as he slowly pushes his finger in. He releases my hair, grips my throat, and squeezes gently, massaging my neck while his finger plays with my G spot in a slow, torturous rhythm.
The music changes to something darker, more sensual. I’m starting to relax, the heightened sense of touch lets me feel Nico’s efforts three times more intensely.
The orgasm builds, stacking slowly, but the shame is gone once it’s within reach. There’s just the need to come... the fire that needs extinguishing.
I arch my hips, focused on the high that’s oh so close.
He slips a second finger in, pumping faster. My moans grow loud enough that I hear them over the music, but I’m too far gone to control myself. And I know Nico wants me to take what I need, only caring about myself.
I fist the sheets, and with the first circular motion of his thumb on my clit I’m coming, writhing on his lap while he prolongs a wave of orgasms. One, two—
The earphones are snatched out of my ears.
“One more,” he says, his tone urgent, his strokes faster. “I know it’s there, Mia... you need to come again for me. You’ve gotone moreinyou, and I want it,” he chants. My walls spasm around his fingers. “That’s it, baby. That’s it. Chase that high.”
It comes like a tsunami... one, two, three. The pleasure resonates along every nerve ending in my body, and Nico’s aroused, satisfied voice intensifies the pleasure tenfold.
