Page 78 of Moto
I wobble on my feet as I approach the mattress, mesmerized by the chain links glistening in the candlelight.
“Scared?” Dev sneaks up on me.
“A little,” I admit, smiling to myself, recalling a conversation I had with Sam. The morning she looked like hell and told me fear was sometimes a good thing. That it made you remember you were alive. Well, I can honestly say I’m living now.
“Don’t be.” He kisses my neck, removing my coat. “Just relax and follow my lead.”
I close my eyes and lean my head back, absorbing the soft kisses he’s trailing across my collarbone. As he moves over my shoulder, he takes the thin strap of my dress with him. The material isn’t hard to manipulate. The spandex hugging my curves peels readily off my body. Soon, I’m standing in just a strapless bra, heels, and a thong.
“Get on the bed and kneel beneath the cuffs,” Dev murmurs in my ear, and my eyes snap open. It’s the moment of truth. Can I do this? My morbid fascination with the unknown answers for me as I climb onto the bed and position myself under the dangling cuffs. Dev moves with me, settling behind me on the mattress. There are no words, only silent directions. He lifts my hands above my head, kissing my upper arms as he does. He fastens one wrist swiftly, and then the other just as fast. My heart speeds up as my limbs are elongated, tethered by the stiff cuffs.
“Damn.” Dev encircles me with his arms, groping both breasts while sucking on the base of my neck. I feel completely helpless, barely able to move.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, butterfly.” He unhooks the front clasp of my bra, continuing to fondle me. Dev’s hands are miraculous. His touch is like no other. It’s always purposeful, provocative, and eliciting. He takes in a way that is so artful, you don’t even realize he’s stealing until it’s too late.
“Pick a safe word.” He runs the tips of his fingers up and down my sides. I break out into chills as I try to rack my brain.
“Chassis.”
Dev freezes. “For real?”
“Is that a bad one?”
“No, just a new one.” He chuckles. “I was expecting red.” He tickles me, and I jump.
“Dev!” I’m helpless to his assault. “Dev, please!”
“Mmm . . . That’s only the first of many times I’m going to make you scream those words.” His devilish threat is palpable, leaving no question he means every single syllable.
Dev shifts on the bed, me unable to see him behind me.
“It’s about to go dark, butterfly.” He covers my eyes with a satin mask, stealing my eyesight.
My remaining senses immediately heighten, making me highly aware of my surroundings all of a sudden. The smell of the candles, the heat from the flames, the sound of Dev’s footsteps moving around the room.
My bare skin is the most sensitive of all, picking up the lightest draft from the air vents.
“Chilly, butterfly?” Dev sucks one of my hard nipples into his mouth.
“A little,” I sigh.
“You won’t be for long. I promise.”
After that statement, there’s nothing. No sound or words or interaction. I just hang there waiting. Waiting, waiting, waiting … for what?
“Dev?” I finally whimper, the deprivation weighing on me.
“I’m right here.” His smooth voice tickles my ear. How long has he been that close?
Something else then tickles me. I jolt as a soft sensation runs down the front of my body. The light touch somehow feeling like a ten-pound stone.
“What is that?” I tense as he changes directions, brushing it across my torso before moving it up to my aching breasts.
“Ostrich feather.” Dev’s voice is deep—highly aroused. He circles the tip of each nipple, causing me to sharply draw in air, tingles vibrating through every limb.
“Oh!” It feels so strange, and erotic and illicit. I’m strung up, helpless, at the mercy of a feather and an irresistible man. I stretch my body and drop my head, relinquishing to the foreign affects.
“So pretty.” Dev kisses my jaw as he slides down my thong, leaving it stretched around my thighs. Even though I can’t see him, I can pick up on his heavy, hungry breathing.
