Page 83 of Don't Leave Me Behind
“How fucking sexy you look in this getup. I’m going to put you in cuffs now. Do you understand?”
I feel a rush of moisture between my thighs, a resounding yes pounding through my body. I nod frantically, not sure I can get the words out. Clay tightens his hold on my wrists, eyes narrowing.
“Words, Leni,” he demands, his voice rough.
“Yes, I understand.”
“Good girl.” He tightens the metal around one of my wrists, then soothes his free hand back down my arm. “Am I going to be able to take this top off with your wrists tied up, or do we need to take it off now?”
“Now.” Clay moves back onto his heels, giving me the space to sit up. My hands go to the bottom of my top, but Clay gives a gentle tug on the handcuffs, pulling my hands away. I still, staring up at him through my lashes. His eyes are dark, burning with lust so intensely that I feel like I could catch fire from looking at him.
“Arms up, baby.” I do as he says, sucking in a breath as his warm fingers trail up my body, pulling the top up over my head. “Fuck me.” He’s still sitting above my hips, looking down at my breasts as my chest heaves. His hands slip beneath them, lifting them and pressing them together. His touch is soft, reverent. The whole thing feels sweet until he leans forward and whispers in my ear, “Someday, I’m gonna fuck these perfect tits of yours.”
I whimper, the ache in my core burning a path through my body. I need him inside of me. Now. Clay snaps the other handcuff in place, using the chain between the two to slowly lower me back onto the ground.
“Are you sure this is okay?”
“Yes,” I nearly cry. With anyone else, the panic would be setting in. The idea of being held down, unable to be in control, has always scared me, but here? With Clay? I want nothing more.
“Can you keep your hands up here? Or do I need to find something to stake them in?”
I gulp at the thought of being fully restrained, at his mercy. “I’ll be good,” I whisper.
Heat flashes through his eyes at my answer, before he moves himself lower down my body. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of my shorts, he slides them down my legs, so fucking slowly. He sucks in a breath at the sight of my freshly shaved pussy, fingers slipping through my folds in a light, teasing touch.
“Oh Leni, such a naughty fucking girl. Where are your panties?”
I can’t answer him. My mind isn’t working anymore, heart in my throat, and I’m going to pass out from how badly I need him inside of me.
He takes his time exploring, hands sliding up and down my legs, lips pressing kisses into my skin, alternating between little bites and soothing touches. He makes his way between my thighs, sinking his teeth into my inner thigh as his fingers pinch my nipples. I cry out, the little bite of pain and pleasure swirling around me in a dangerous vortex.
“What do you want tonight? Do you want to ride my face? Let me eat this sweet little pussy until you come on my mouth? Or do you want to turn over and take your punishment for forgetting to wear all your clothes?”
Chapter 26
FDAU
Clay
A sexy littlewhimper escapes her lips as Leni squirms beneath me. Personally, I’m good with either option, or both, really. I want to keep touching her. Want to keep pushing her, watching as she eagerly follows my commands and lets me take the lead.
“The—the second one,” she stumbles over her words.
“Stay here, love,” I command, pushing myself up to stand. I take in her naked body, arms outstretched, the silver metal of the handcuffs shining in the evening light. Pulling my shirt up over my head, I kick off my boots, then tuck my socks into them. Leni’s watching me, her eyes never leaving my hands as they discard random items of clothing. Once I’m fully naked, I stand over her. Fisting my cock I give it a few rough pulls, from root to tip.
Her eyes widen, tongue darting out to lick her lips. Her muscles start to shiver, like it’s taking an effort to do as I said, to stay where she is.
“Such a good girl for me.” Her eyelids flutter closed, back arching off the ground. Yeah, my girl likes that a lot. “If youturn over,” I say, voice gruff as I jerk my dick again, hard enough to hurt. “I need you to know that I won’t be able to hold back. It’s going to be hard and fast. Do you want that?”
Her eyes pop open, glazed over with lust. “Yes.”
“If I take you from behind, I’m going to leave my handprint on your ass. Do you want that?”
Her teeth sink into her juicy bottom lip as she nods her head eagerly. I quirk an eyebrow, prompting her to open that pretty mouth again. “Yes, Clay.”
“Then turn over, baby. Face down, ass up.”
She scrambles to her knees eagerly, pressing those perfect tits into the blanket, her arms stretched out in front of her head, giving me the perfect view of the handcuffs she still has on. Thank God I need to get on my knees for this, because standing is no longer an option, not when she peeks over her shoulder and flutters her eyelashes at me. Not when she’s so open and trusting.
