Page 40 of Lies You Told
It makes me jump a little. I was so lost inside my head. I keep my eyes on the floor and then see his shoes. His shiny, expensive-looking shoes. His two fingers come under my chin, and he lifts my head to look up at him. The man is sin personified. He’s missing a couple of things, though: his tie, belt, and jacket. The sleeves on his expensive white shirt rolled up to perfection, just under his elbow.
“Open your mouth,” he says.
All my submissive bones are on high alert once more. I open my mouth. My jaw relaxed, the tip of my tongue resting on my bottom lip. He surprises me when he brings a cloth to my mouth and shoves it in. Of course, I recognize them. They're the panties I couldn’t find before I left his apartment last night. These smell clean, though. He raises his eyebrow as I stare back and try to keep my reaction neutral.
“If you need me to stop, spit out your panties.”
I nod, showing him I understand.
He holds his hand out, and I take it as he helps me off the floor. “Hands behind your back.”
I follow his instruction quickly, and then I feel leather around my wrist, followed by the sound of a buckle. The actions repeated a second later on my other wrist. He’s cuffed my wrists together. I wish I could see how I look like this.
“Good.”
He pulls a wooden bench from the side of the room, the wood screeching across the hard floor. “Lean over,” he says, his voice hoarse with arousal.
He guides me to the bench, my body lining up with the padding. I rest my legs on either side. Let him use me how he wants, I want him to use me.
“Chloe, you look fucking amazing like this. I never thought I’d see you like this in a million years.”
My pussy clenches. It turns me on, knowing he’s pleased with me. I feel his hand stroke over the curve of my ass. I moan, the sound muffled by the panties he put in my mouth. He slaps my other ass cheek with his hand, and I don’t flinch–not one bit. He pulls away for a second, then it happens. He showers my ass and thighs, his slaps making my skin feel hot like the fire burning inside me. I’m guessing he has an amazing sight of pink marks all over my body. I feel the wetness at my opening, and if it wasn’t for the crotchless panties I’m wearing now, he’d see it dripping down my thighs.
He moves his hand away, and I miss it instantly. I miss his touch, but I still feel his eyes on me. My body is completely aware his full attention is only on me.
The armoire door opens again. I close my eyes, trying to prepare myself–hold back my arousal. If he’s not careful, I’m going to combust straight away. He hasn’t given me permission to cum, and I refuse to lose myself our first time ‘playing’ together.
I expect him to spank me with a prop. There are so many he could choose from. But I feel his hands as he pulls my panties down, lifting my legs for me as he pulls them off completely. I’m wide open to him.
I moan as his tongue presses against my opening.
“Someone liked that.”
Now I know why he gagged me with my panties. I feel his breath exhale before the wetness of his tongue slips through my opening. He swirls his tongue around my clit, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks as he holds on to my ass, eating my pussy like a man starved. My mouth fills with saliva. Without thinking, I roll my hips.
“Stop that, or I’ll be forced to stop, and that would just be denying us both.”
I stop again, freezing in place.
He moves his hands to my hips, and I feel him move his tongue north. He pulls my ass cheeks open slightly more, pushing his tongue through my back entrance. I’ve never had a guy’s tongue–there. He pushes through my opening, and it feels so good. I moan again, the noise muffled by the panties currently soaked in my mouth from the saliva that has been building up this whole time.
“I can’t wait to fuck this ass.”
I feel my skin pebble, a shiver of need running down my spine. I’m about to combust. He pushes two fingers into my pussy. My body lifts off the bench. I’m that on edge.
“You definitely like that idea.” He pulls his fingers out just as quickly as he pushes them in, and I feel empty without him. If my mouth wasn’t already occupied, I have a feeling I would have failed, and I’d be begging him right now. Begging him to fuck me with his long, hard, thick shaft that gave me so much pleasure in his apartment.
“Turn over. I need to take the nipple clamps off.”
He pulls me up, and my ass brushes past his erection that’s pushed right up along his zipper. My eyes lower to his crotch.
Jax groans. “He’s not coming out to play tonight.”
My eyes fly up to him. It’s the first time I’ve looked him in the eyes all night. It’s the first time I’ve looked at his face, which feels strange. It feels strange to have been so intimate with a person for the first time, and only now am I looking into their eyes. He’s sexy when he looks at me like that. Part amused, partly turned on.
“This is gonna sting a little–nothing you’re not used to, though.” He says, smiling at me. I know he’s saying it to reassure me, but he doesn’t need to. I’ve used nipple clamps before, though not ones as expensive or as beautiful as these. These have diamonds on the platinum bolts.
Jax twists it off, and he’s not wrong. He swirls his tongue over my nipple, soothing it. He does the same to the other one. My eyes rolled to the back of my head both times. “Let's see if we can get this side of your body as pink as the other side.”
