A Sip of You(26)

“Open,” he ordered as he pushed his cock into my mouth again. I let my throat relax as he thrust in and out, his hard member swelling as I pressed my lips tightly around him.

“Catherine.” His voice was ragged and harsh, and I felt his honey-slicked hand pluck at my breast. I thought he would come in my mouth, and it turned me on—the taste of him mixed with the taste of honey. But he pulled out suddenly and I felt his hot mouth on my nipple, licking the honey off.

“Yes,” I moaned, and then I bucked when warm honey trickled on my belly. His mouth was there to lap it up, and then his sticky warm tongue dipped lower and slid over my swollen clit.

I heard his rough whisper of “Now” and then the orgasm crashed through me, taking me so hard I couldn’t even make a sound. My body came off the bed, and I dug my heels in to keep my balance. Every sensation imploded as my orgasm went on and on. And just when I began to come down, William’s mouth left me and his hard cock slammed into me.

I came again, this time pulling hard against the cuffs, hard enough that the fur provided no cushioning against the unforgiving cold metal that held me back. My wrists screamed with pain, but I didn’t care. I wanted more of him inside me. I wanted to be closer to him, even though he was thrusting deep and hard, his flesh swelling until I knew he was close. I was just aware enough, the pleasure and the pain together just bearable enough, that when he swelled and spilled into me, I was coming again or still, I couldn’t tell which. I felt wetness on my thighs and William groaned and buried his face in my neck as my swollen pussy gripped him over and over again.

Wrapped in the whirlwind of sensation, I couldn’t hold onto a coherent thought. And I was still blindfolded, so I couldn’t see. But I could feel. I desperately wanted to hold him but I couldn’t. I wanted to wrap my arms around him, to pull William close to me so he could feel my heart racing, hear my ragged breathing. He’d laid me bare and I wanted him to feel me. But my arms were chained above my head. Even in the midst of this most intimate act, he kept me at arm’s length.

I loved him, but in that moment I hated him too. And I didn’t know which emotion I felt more.





Six




I awoke with a start and bolted upright. William’s hand on my shoulder was the only reason I didn’t scream. “What’s wrong?” I gasped.

“Nothing. I’m sorry I startled you,” he said. He was standing next to the bed, fully dressed and looking down at me. I hadn’t even realized he’d gotten up.

It was still dark outside, but through squinted eyes I thought I could make out some grey on the horizon. “What time is it?” I cut my gaze to him and took in his blue pinstripe suit and a blue and grey abstract tie. He smelled of soap and shaving cream.

“Early. I have some meetings today, but I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye.” He smiled, one of those earnest, genuine smiles of his that made my heart swell. He was an early riser and I wasn’t, but we agreed that he’d always wake me up to say goodbye. That smile indicated he remembered our promise and I loved that. But even in my sleepy state, the fact that he was leaving me stung. An early morning workout I’d expected, but not him ditching me for work, especially after last night. I wondered, too, what kind of meetings required a suit and tie on a Sunday morning. Very important ones, I guessed.

William must have read my mind because he took my face in his hands and kissed me tenderly, his tongue swirling ever so gently in my mouth to make contact with mine. My lips still felt bruised and swollen and a delicious shiver ran through me.

“I’d rather spend the whole day right here, with you. You know that, right?” His voice was low and soft.

“I know,” I answered with a sigh.

“Thank you for last night.”

“I should be thanking you.”

“Thank you for trusting me. I need you to keep trusting me, Catherine.”

“Okay.” That was cryptic. He straightened up, and I realized again that he was leaving. I didn’t want him to go. “When will you be back?”

“I don’t know exactly, but not soon enough. Go back to sleep, beautiful girl. And then just relax and enjoy the estate. It’s going to be really nice today. I’ll see you later.”

He bent down again and kissed me while stroking my hair, then he turned and left, his footsteps echoing across the wood floor. I watched him go, then stared at the doorway. The cavernous room felt instantly emptier without him in it and I felt emptier too. But the bed was still soft and warm where I had burrowed in on one side. For once, I was too tired to dissect William Lambourne and what he was doing to my heart, so I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.