Page 67 of Wired, Wanton, & Won: Complete
Claire’s eyelids fluttered open and her gaze met his for a few seconds before she looked down at her body to the clips binding her tender flesh. Her eyes went wide and he could practically see the pulse beating in her throat.
“You trust me, right?” She gave him at tentative nod and he stroked the insides of her thighs with the backs of his fingers. “Good girl. Just a few more minutes. They’ll feel amazing when they come off. I promise.”
He waited for her to nod before he slid down, positioning himself with his face hovering over her sex. Slipping his hands underneath her ass, he propped himself up on his elbows as he angled her pussy toward his mouth. He looked up her body past the hot as hell image of her bound nipples linked with the delicate chain to meet her gaze. Her green eyes were dark with hunger and her pale skin flushed a rosy pink.
Keeping his gaze on hers, he bit her mound, hard enough to mark her, but not hard enough to hurt. She gasped and closed her eyes, straining against her bonds. Using his thumbs he spread her open for his teeth and tongue. He licked from her opening to her clit, sliding up one side and then the other, being careful not to touch her clit. She was so wet; she was practically gushing and he could feel how swollen and hungry her pussy was under the flat of his tongue.
He made a few more passes, dipping lower each time until her legs were quivering with the strain of being bound and the frustration of not having his mouth on her clit.
“Please. I need,” she started, unable to finish when he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked, drawing hard on the sensitive bundle. She cried out, and her back bowed, moving the chain and clips and setting off another stream of whimpers. Suckling rhythmically, he worked her clit the way he liked to have his cock sucked. By the time she started keening, pleading sounds but no words falling from her lips, he could feel how close she was.
He pulled away, watching as her clit strained toward him wet from his mouth and her arousal. Picking up the last clip, he snugged it on her swollen clit.
“Fuck, Luke,” she whimpered, and his already rock hard cock throbbed. “Need you. It’s too much. Fuck me. Please fuck me.”
As much as he wanted her, he wasn’t ready to be inside her. There was so much more he wanted to do to her. He slid two fingers inside her, keeping his gaze locked on her face so he could gauge her reaction. He curled his fingers and stroked, making gentle arcs in her swollen channel as his other hand tugged on the clip holding her clit. Her back arched and fine tremors shook her body as he drove her closer to her climax. When he felt her sex clench around his fingers, he pulled out and slipped the bobby pin shaped clip off her sex.
She cried out on a gasp. He knew the blood was rushing back and for the first few seconds it would hurt. He also knew the sensation coupled with his mouth on her clit would send her over the edge, screaming with pleasure. He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked, pinning her hips with his hands as her body bucked underneath him.
THE ORGASM RIPPED through her body rolling over her in waves of pleasure until she was sure she couldn’t take another moment. Luke kept going, sucking her swollen clit until the pleasure started to build again. Her breasts felt hot and achy and she could hardly stand the clips on her nipples. She felt them every time she moved. As soon as she could catch her breath, she pleaded, desperate to have the clips off and scared to death of what it would feel like.
“Please,” she begged. “I can’t take anymore. Please God, Luke, take them off.”
He murmured his agreement against her clit and the vibrations set off another wave of pleasure deep in her sex. Finally relenting and lifting his head, he climbed up her body, pressing a kiss to her lips. She tasted the slight tang of her arousal on his lips.
“You taste so fucking good,” he said teasing her lips with his tongue. “So fucking good.”
“Please,” she said with a whimper. “God, they ache. Please take them off.”
“Hold on, baby. This is going to hurt a little bit.” He grabbed hold of the clip and her entire focus narrowed to the tip of her nipple. The ache was too intense. Too much. He loosened the clip and she screamed as the blood rushed back into her nipple. But before she could decide if it really hurt, his mouth was on her, sucking and soothing the tortured peak, drawing out every bit of pleasure. She hadn’t known she could feel so much, hadn’t known she wanted to.
As gently as he could, he removed the other clip but it didn’t matter, he could have blown across her nipple and the sensation would have been too much. The blood rushed back, and she cried out at the pleasure pain of it, gasping for breath. Her entire world, every bit of her attention narrowed to focus on her nipple and the invisible link Luke had forged between the sensitive peak and her clit.
He suckled her, pulling on her nipple with rhythmic tugs, and in seconds she was coming again, just from the intense pleasure of having his mouth on her breast.
“Luke, God, Luke,” she moaned as the climax rolled over her, bowing her back, stealing her breath and taking her to a place she’d never been before.
She gasped, desperate to catch her breath, but Luke wasn’t ready to relent. With his lips still around her nipple, he let his head rest on her chest while he looked up at her. As soon as her gaze met his, he slid his fingers through her aching sex and she clutched at the sheets, overwhelmed by the sensations flooding her body.
She didn’t know how much more she could take and Luke didn’t look like he had any plans to stop. Flicking her nipple with the tip of his tongue, he sat up and she thought he was finally going to fuck her. He obviously had other ideas. He reached for the nightstand and her heart jumped to her throat. She couldn’t stand the idea of the ball gag. She knew without a doubt that she didn’t want to have anything to do with that. Debating what to say and when, she watched, her body flooding with relief and then wariness when he picked up the package holding the butt plug.
“I want to touch you, too,” she said. He’d given her wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure, but she wanted the shared intimacy of giving some of it back to him. “Can you untie me?”
“Does it hurt?” Luke asked looking at her carefully. “Are the bindings too tight? Be honest.”
She closed her eyes for a moment trying to separate how her body felt from wanting to wrap her arms around him. It didn’t hurt. The bindings were tight but not painful. Everything he’d done to her had ultimately ended with pleasure. “No,” she said, shaking her head. “But I…”
“Not yet,” he interrupted. “I need you to come at least one more time first.”
She didn’t know how she was supposed to do that. She didn’t know if she could. Her senses were completely overwhelmed. Every nerve in her body was alive and awake.
“Come on, sweetheart. One more time or I’ll have to get the Hitachi.”
She sucked in a breath, determined to do whatever she had to to avoid the vibrating wand. Her clit was already so sensitive; she couldn’t imagine how she could possibly deal with that. She couldn’t bring herself to say anything, but she nodded and his answering smile was enough to start the heat again, curling low in her belly.
Kneeling between her legs, he unwrapped the plug and ran it along her slick sex. He didn’t need any extra lube; she was drenched from his mouth and her arousal. He dipped the tip into her opening, teasing her aching flesh until she was gasping for breath. With deliberate slowness he slid the plug further back until the slick tip rested against the tight ring of her ass. With one hand he pressed until the slender plug breached her opening. The fingers of his other hand slid gently over her tender clit while he worked the plug into her ass, moving forward a bit before backing up and starting again.
Fuck, it was so much. Every time he pressed forward the plug slipped in deeper, filling her and stretching her until she ached for release. His finger stroked her clit, keeping her on edge, but each time she felt her body start to tighten in anticipation of another climax, he backed off.
