Page 33 of Dark Time

“The suction cups or the metal clamps that squeeze your nipples so tight it aches when I let them go?” His hand went up my leg without missing a beat before it came right back down.

“The suction ones. Just those.” His fingers slid a little closer this time, and then, on the next run up my leg, I felt him touch me softly, just there, on the edge of the most womanly part of me. Then his fingers slid away to explore up my leg again.

“Alright. I won’t be a moment.” He left me, and I sighed, my head propped on the pillows.

He was right, we might as well do this right if we were going to do it. No need for half measures here.

He was back in seconds and leaned over me to attach each of the small suction cups to my nipples. His tongue licked the first nipple, and I felt it all the way down to my clit. His fingers pinched the tight bud and applied the cup before he did the same to the other. I really loved the things and was glad he’d finally forced me to ask for them. I felt the blood as it tried to throb into the constricted skin, and it made my head swim with how good it felt.

I was focused on the sensations, on how it felt as if I had two mouths on my nipples and couldn’t stop the way my hips tried to twist around. “Thank you, Dylan.”

“You’re very welcome, pet.” He moved back to kneel in front of me, and his hands slid beneath me to tilt me just right. “Now, let me focus on what really matters.”

His face came in close, so close, but he didn’t touch me. Not yet. This was a tease I’d become familiar with, but that didn’t mean my body knew it. My thighs tensed, and my back arched as my body tried to force him to touch me. He knew the game, though, and remained out of reach.

“You’re so wet for me, Emily. You smell so fucking good. I know you’re going to taste just as sweet as you always do. Like my own private candy stash that nobody else gets to touch.”

I was focused on his words with my ears, but my body was still caught up on the sensation from my nipples. I needed more, I needed his touch. “Dylan, please. Make me come.”

“Earlier didn’t take the edge off that hunger of yours then, pet?” His fingers stroked down one side of my labia, and I tensed all over again. The next stroke saw two fingers stroke me, one on each side, and my jaw clinched in anticipation.

Soon, he’d touch me, but only when he decided I was ready. Not before then.

“How are those clamps, pet? Do you want them tighter?”

“No!” I said quickly, they didn’t need to be changed at all. I just needed him to touch me. Soon.

“Good. Let me know if they need to be changed.”

I knew he wouldn’t let me come, not until I was a whimpering mess, and he had me twisted up into knots that might never come loose. It was the kind of torture I’d craved from him from the moment I’d met him.

He knew how to give it to me just right.

“Thank you, sir.”

His cupped my wet mound then, and I felt the squeeze of his fingers on me as an excruciating new tease. He wasn’t touching my clit directly, but it was touched. “Mm, that’s so good, sir.”

“Thank you, pet. Now, don’t move.” His head lowered, and his hands tilted me just right to allow his tongue to delve into me.

His wide tongue flattened on me and gathered every drop of my desire that he could get. My fingers grasped at my bonds, and my body tried to move in the normal response, but my legs were over my head. “Sir…”

“Easy now, pet. It’s alright.” His lips closed over the skin there and sucked at me for a long moment that I thought would see my head explode.

I wanted to scream at him to let me down, to flip me over and fuck me until I couldn’t take anymore. I wanted to tell him to suck my clit, but my mouth wouldn’t form words; it was all too good and my brain just wouldn’t function.

“Dylan…” was all I could manage as his tongue flicked at me in tight circles. “Fuck, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

It was a tossup with Dylan. Sometimes he’d listen to me, at other times he’d do exactly the opposite of what I’d demanded. It just depended on his mood. I had a feeling he was going to make me wait, but I guessed he took pity on me.

Instead of stopping to move to some other area to torture into raw awareness and need, he began to suck at me, and that set me off. I screamed his name, my hands straining against my bonds until I knew there’d be marks.

I didn’t care, I’d wear wide bracelets for a week if I had to. All I cared about was the way my body exploded, the way something went tight, so damn tight, before it began to flutter in a pattern that sent me into orbit.

That was the moment when Dylan displayed his skills with tying knots. A tug of his finger and my feet came down from the headboard and fell to either side of his body. In an instant he was deep inside of me, and he rode me right back up that precipice I’d started to come down from.

I could barely feel my legs, but my arms wrapped around him as he held me close. His arms were buried under me as his hips pounded into me, hard and fast. I’d thought he’d drag this out, but he surprised me with how fervently he needed me. There was something almost desperate in the way he drove his body into mine, and I held onto him for dear life.

I could feel my nails digging into his back as I exploded all over again, but I couldn’t stop the way my fingers clenched, or how deep I scratched him when my hands slid down his slick back. We were both covered in sweat, lost in each other, in pleasure, to notice that the new pleasure we felt was wrapped in pain.