He rested his hand there for a moment before he began moving it higher, and I gasped and looked away as he fingers found my center.
He immediately dropped my leg and took his hand away.
His eyes darkened in displeasure, and he moved to the wardrobe in the corner and pulled out a slip of black fabric.
“You’re so determined not to look at me,” he said. “Let’s see how you do when you have no choice.” He tied the blindfold around me, plunging me into darkness.
My heart raced and my instinct was to struggle against him, but I stayed still, knowing if I did that, it would only make it worse.
I could sense him moving away from me, and then something brushed over my skin.
The flogger.
He slapped it against my stomach, and I gasped, my back arching, my hands pulling at my restraints. The metal bit into my skin as I struggled, and I tried not to move, knowing it would make the marks on my wrists darker and more pronounced. But I couldn’t help it. Every blow was a surprise, every strike a shock.
He flogged me again.
And again.
And again.
He moved from my stomach to my pussy to my legs. His flogs were calculated, organized, each one expertly hitting the exact same spot on my skin over and over, leaving me breathless.
Finally, I heard him toss the flogger back onto the floor.
I longed for him to pull my blindfold off me, to look me in the eyes again while he ravished me. But he was in control of me now, and he was going to keep that control for as long as he could.
I felt his body press down on top of mine, my breasts flattening against his bare chest. His lips crushed against mine, his tongue opening my lips and tangling with mine. My body was on fire as he moved away from me and licked a searing trail down my abdomen.
When he got to my legs, he pushed them open and slid his finger down over my slit.
I instinctively bucked my hips, but he held them down, pinning them to the table.
He blew on my thighs, on my stomach, his breath hot and wanting.
“Stay still, Charlotte,” he commanded. “If you don’t stay still, I’ll stop.”
“Yes, sir,” I moaned.
He grabbed my thighs, his thumbs spreading my pussy apart until my clit was hard and exposed. I could feel him there, inhaling my scent, his breath still hot and searing on my skin.
The anticipation was driving me insane. I was white knuckling my self-control, holding on with everything I had not to move or moan or beg.
He kissed my pussy softly, a tiny little feather kiss that caused me to lose my grip on my willpower. I moaned.
“You like that, baby?” he asked, his voice gentle.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir, I like when you kiss my pussy like that.”
“Beg, Charlotte.”
“Please, I need … I need to feel your mouth on me.”
He kissed me again, this time right on my clit, flicking his tongue against me for half a second before pulling away again. “Beg.”
“Please,” I whimpered, twisting my hips. He held me tight, pinning me down.
“Don’t move, Charlotte.”
“Please,” I was so wet I couldn’t take it. It was the worst, best, most amazing kind of torture I’d ever experienced. I wanted him so badly. “I can’t…. Noah, please, I need you to put your mouth on me.”
“Where?”
“On my pussy.”
“Again.”
“I need you to put your mouth on my pussy.”
He slid the pad of his thumb all the way up my slit, skating it over my clit before applying more pressure. I pulled against the restraints, gripping the cuffs tightly as his mouth finally found my center.
He kissed my pussy open mouthed, his tongue exploring me while his strong hands held my hips firmly in place. My clit swelled with need as his tongue and mouth moved against me, traversing my core.
“You taste good like this, baby,” he said. “I like you smooth.”
The smoothness of my skin had served to intensify every wave of pleasure that was pulsing through me. There was nothing standing in the way of his tongue against my pussy, nothing to dull the ecstasy that radiated from his expert handling of my body.
He brought me to the edge the way only he could do, and even though I knew he wasn’t going to let me come so quickly, I couldn’t help but whine when he pulled away. His hands released my body, and I immediately began to squirm on the table, rubbing my legs together in an effort to give my body even just a small amount of release.
He let me move, and I could hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, the sound of his zipper sliding down slowly.
I felt him brush his hand down over my hip, and I knew he must have been standing next to the table, staring down at me. He skated his hand back up over my stomach, and slid his index finger into my mouth.