“Catherine.”
I shook my head. I didn’t want to talk. My whole body was shaking with need. I was trembling, my legs tense, my hands white-knuckled on the bed post.
“Not yet.”
He was crazy. He was some sort of sadist. “I can’t stop,” I said, my voice breathless with arousal.
“You can. And you’ll come only when I give you permission.”
“Fuck you!” I cried because as soon as he said the words, my orgasm receded, leaving me uncomfortably on the edge and in desperate need of relief. “Why are you doing this to me? Are you punishing me?” I was pissed off now, and throbbing with desire.
“This isn’t punishment. But you have to learn to trust me. To do what I tell you, even when you don’t like it.”
“I don’t have to learn anything. Take these handcuffs off.” I was angry and frustrated, but the warmth of his lips on my neck made me still.
“Are you sure you want me to do that? If you want me to stop, use your safe word.” His mouth moved up my neck, making me shiver all over again. His lips closed on my earlobe, his warm breath sending shoots of pleasure straight to my core.
I didn’t want him to stop. “Please,” I said, too aroused to be embarrassed at the pleading in my voice. “Oh, William, please. Just fuck me. Please just fuck me.”
“You have to get me ready, Catherine. If I’m going to fuck you properly, I need you to get me hard.”
The man was rock hard at the word sex. I seriously doubted he needed any assistance now, but I felt him move away and then return. “Open for me, Catherine.”
I turned my head away from him. I was handcuffed to the bed, my legs spread—what else did he want?
“Open your mouth.”
I knew better than to ask what he would feed me. Obediently, I turned back and opened my mouth. Something warm and sticky slid inside. His finger was coated with honey. I’d noticed the bowl of honey sitting over a small tea light. Now I understood he had other plans for the honey besides as a topping for sopapillas. He swirled his finger around my lips, and then I took it inside and sucked hard until I swallowed the sweet coating.
I could hear his ragged breathing, and I knew he couldn’t keep this up much longer. “More,” I said, hoping to push him over the edge.
“I love your mouth, Catherine. I love those wet, pink lips sucking me off.”
William slid down the bed again and between my legs, and this time I felt his finger on my clit. It was sticky and slightly warm from the honey, and he licked it off, swirling his tongue on my swollen bud until I was straining hard against the cuffs. His finger stroked and probed, teasing my skin until one slid lower and pressed gently against my anus.
I jumped. “William.” The sensation was new and I wasn’t used to being touched there. I’d never had anal sex but William had made it clear it was only a matter of time before we would try it. I knew it would be amazing, but that didn’t make me any more comfortable right now.
“Relax,” he said, mouth still on my clit. “It’s just a finger. You can enjoy it.” He pressed his finger, moist with my own wetness and a swipe of honey, slowly against my tight rosette. “Open yourself to it.” I tried to relax and felt his thick finger press more firmly now, going in and then out and a bit deeper with each slow stroke. “Feel the sensation.”
The unfamiliar fullness of his thick finger slowly sliding in and out of me brought me to a place of pleasure I’d never been to before, and a dark and almost primal moan escaped from my lips in response. I moved with him now, urging him to thrust his finger deeper in my ass, to lick my clit harder. I could feel my toes curling and my back arching as my orgasm built and built until I was just about to tumble over the edge, and then suddenly William was gone.
I cried out in pain as much as frustration. I moaned, and William actually chuckled. “I’m in control, Catherine,” he murmured. “Don’t forget that. I decide when you come—how hard and how fast. You’ll come when I say, not before.” He leaned over me, and I could smell the sweet scent of honey.
I took in a ragged breath, my body vibrating with tension and deferred need.
“Open your mouth.”
I must not have obeyed quickly enough because he said it again. “Open those pink lips for me.”
I did, and I felt something smooth and sweet and hard…oh my God. He’d coated his cock in honey. He slid it into my mouth, the honey sliding over my tongue as I felt his tip hit the back of my throat.
“Lick.”
He pulled back and my tongue danced over him, rolling over his thick, hot member, swallowing the honey. It was warm and slick as it slid down. He withdrew and I could imagine him coating himself with the honey again.