Her body arched toward him, needing so much more. He circled the digit around her, brushing her clit in slow, drawn-out swipes. Beads of perspiration broke out on her forehead, the heat of her body threatening to explode, hurling her into a mind-shattering orgasm. He stopped but kept his finger right at her entrance. She hissed out a breath, every fiber of her being achingly still. Her body ached for him. And in the midst of all of the emotions, she was completely astonished at the powerful reaction she had toward him. No one had ever gotten to her so quickly, inside and out.
"You wouldn't want me to punish you so early in the game. How long has it been since you've had a lover?"
Punishment. The very word sent a bolt of heat to her womb. She licked her lips, when all she really wanted to shout was, Yes, please punish me. She could go so far with him, and for a second she wanted to refuse him, to dare and see how far she could push him. But instead she replied, “More than a year ago."
"Good girl."
The satisfaction in his tone warmed her, and she nearly came when he slipped his finger inside. Her pussy clenched around the digit, and he moved too slowly, as if he had all night to fuck her. Seconds or what could have been minutes passed, and he continued to play with her, fucking her with such languid ease, his thumb occasionally sliding over her clit, building the pleasure to an extreme height. It drove her nuts, forced her to the very border of a powerful climax, but John never quite gave her the extra edge she needed to send her over. It drove her insane and hot at the same time.
"You're such a fucking hot, naughty girl, Ariel.” He stopped moving, holding the digit still inside. Her muscles clenched around him, and she held her breath, waiting, wanting what he had in store for her next. She never thought she'd feel such anticipation, and to think they'd only just begun.
With just his hand, he had her on the edge, on the verge of a breathless orgasm. It bewildered her. The less than handful of past lovers never came close to what she was feeling right now. The last thing she wanted him to do was stop, so begging simply wasn't a problem for her. “Please, touch me some more.” She was soaked, the sheets beneath her wet with her juices. Her scent filled the room, and it spurred her on.
"Do you like being tied up, naughty Ariel? Do you like being helpless and awaiting my next touch?"
His touch? How could she answer that? A sense of foreboding came over her, and it forced her to doubt herself. Revealing too much would make it harder to walk away. But how could she answer with anything but the truth? This whole fantasy was raw in nature, but it was what she'd always wanted and never been brave enough to have.
"You know there are always options to this, Ariel,” he growled. “There are so many ways to leave you hanging on the edge of desire without quite tipping you over. I can simply leave you tied here, hot and hurting for relief, or I could give you what you want. I not only want you physically, but I want the truth coming from your pretty lips."
The underlying sexy-as-hell threat was clear, but she still held back. “I...I.” His words, his touch made her breathless with desire. The sharpness of lust built within her. She wanted to force the words out, but this very thing was becoming much more than she'd expected.
He moved, and she felt his breath on her nipple. She moaned, wanting to arch up. “Please,” she begged as he licked the areola. He played with her clit as he sucked her nipple into his hot, wet mouth. He nipped, lightly biting at the tip, and she screamed at the sensation. Her senses were overwrought, and Ariel could almost taste the orgasm building within her.
Ariel wanted to feel him lose control, to punish her in a way where she became mindless to him. She inhaled a breath, wondering if he had shed his clothes. She wanted him with a passion that astounded her, and she was beginning to detest the mask covering her eyes. She took long to answer, and this time she didn't know if it was on purpose. But she knew any second he would retaliate. And perhaps the retaliation was what also held her back.
And she got exactly what she craved.
John delivered a brazen, sharp slap to her cunt, and she screamed his name. Before she knew exactly what to feel, he'd moved fast, his lips covering her own and his tongue slipping inside of her mouth. He sent her hurtling over with another smack, and the strength of her climax grew, stealing her breath, owning her soul. She ate at his mouth, sucked on his tongue as his fingers delved into her hair, softly tugging on the strands. She tightened her hands into fists, arching her body against the bonds that held her. She wrapped her freed leg around his waist, and he maneuvered himself, ultimately pressing his pant-covered cock against her pussy.