I, Porn Star(59)

But I also can’t stop the onrush of bliss gathering between my thighs. I gulp in air and exhale on a jagged moan. My nipples, already tights points of almost excruciating pleasure, chase against the russet half-Teddy as my breasts swell.

Q alters the mood of his kiss. He lets go of my knees, curls his hands around my thighs, and uses his thumbs to part my pussy. The hood of my clit is exposed to his warm breath a split second before he tongues it with pointed, determined purpose. Just as I think I’m about to lose control, he dips lower, stabs my entrance with his tongue. The alternating attention teeters me on the brink, until colors begin to swirl across my bound vision.

“Q…oh, God! Please,” I gasp. “I want…I need to come.”#p#分页标题#e#

I don’t know if his deep grunt is permission or denial of it. He doesn’t relent in his ministrations.

Knowing how close I’m skidding to damnation, I try again. “Please, may I come?” My voice is thick and rough. I’m gearing up to plead again, in case I was incoherent, when he hums against my pussy.

“So fucking good. Want to keep licking this perfect cunt.”

A thunder-strong tremor moves through me. I’m not sure how long I can hang on. I try gritting my teeth, but the eruption is counting down in big, fat letters with each flick of that wicked tongue. “May…may I come? Oh God, please?”

“Taste it…” His voice is a hoarse, jumbled mess. “I want to taste it. Every drop.”

“May I?”

“Hmm. Yes, my little firecracker. Come for me… In my mouth.”

A sob rips from my throat as I let go and surrender to the wave that slams into me. It rips me apart, and I want to drown in it almost as much as I want to protect myself from it. Q loosens his hold on me, but keeps my legs firmly open while he laps me up in hungry licks.

“Fuck,” he mutters against me as I jerk through my bliss.

Several whirs penetrate my fog of pleasure, and I wonder how many cameras he’s activated to record my climax. I start to stiffen, the idea that I’m enjoying this suddenly drawing ever-growing shame.

I don’t know why I know he senses it, or why I know I’ve pissed him off. But when he pulls at me one last time, there’s a touch of cruelty that makes me wince.

I feel him settle back on his legs. A second later he pulls off my shoes. “Crawl up on the bed. Make sure the blindfold stays in place.” The mechanical tenor of his voice still transmits an aroused hoarseness, but there’s implacable power as well as an edgy aggression that slices icy warning into my stomach.

My languid body is still thrumming, but I do as instructed, travelling a little slower when I reach the top of the bed to avoid bumping into it.

Plump satin pillows brace my body as I wait, hands once again at my sides.

I sense him prowling the room. I know he’s watching me from the hyperawareness rippling beneath my skin.

After a minute, I hear his zipper lowering. The muscles in my belly bunch. I’m dying to know when the blindfold is coming off, but I dare not ask. He warned me he might not be able to help hurting me. I’ve just had a taste of his cruelty. I don’t want to invite more.





21



NINE INCHES



He retreats and I hear a click, the sound a handheld digital camera makes as it turns on. My trepidation and shame return. My knees are together, but I feel the imprint of his hands vividly on my thighs, reminding me how wide open I’ve been to his digital eyes a few minutes ago.

The bed dips and he prowls close. “Lower yourself down a little, I want to take the rest of your clothes off.”

I scoot down and silently raise my hands. I don’t know if my initiative pleases him. He catches the hem of the half-Teddy and gently tugs it over my head. The blindfold doesn’t budge even a fraction. I hear a soft whoosh as the scrap of lace and silk is flung away. His breath catches. Then warm hands drift down the slopes of my chest to cup my breasts.

“Fuck, I love these. You have perfect breasts, Lucky. Perfectly fuckable.” He squeezes and molds, his thumbs brushing back and forth over my nipples. My licked-dry pussy dampens, my breath uselessly frazzled.

“Lie back,” he growls. “Arms above your head. I’m going to tie your hands.”

I swallow the protest that rises to my throat. We agreed on a few hard and fast exclusions. But bondage, light or otherwise, wasn’t discussed. Disconcertion ramps moderately high as I lie back and raise my arms to the headboard.#p#分页标题#e#

Firm ropes make short work of securing me to the bed before his mouth closes over one nipple. He sucks me hard and deep enough to flatten my nipple to the roof of his mouth. The sensation arrows white-hot flames straight to my pussy.