she couldn’t break free easily. Something about that realization made her sex throb.
She liked being out of control. She liked being at his mercy. It was a heady truth to acknowledge, but there it was. When he had talked of owning every part of her, she had nearly swooned. The thought of being his completely—of letting him have the parts of her no other man had even seen—filled her with the greatest sense of rightness. She belonged here. She belonged with him—to him.
She heard the soft clang of metal before she felt it gliding along her lower belly and up toward her chest. She swallowed nervously as Cipher swirled his finger around her nipples, drawing them into tight peaks. He brushed his fingers over the sensitive tips, and she curled her toes. In all her life, she had never experienced the kind of sensations he evoked. How many times had she bathed herself, cleaning her breasts and rubbing her hands over them, yet never feeling this wild ache that he had awoken?
When his mouth touched her left breast, she cried out and bucked, sending the swing into motion. Cipher chuckled darkly against her skin and suckled her. He flicked his tongue over the peak just as he had her clitoris earlier, and it brought to mind all the things she desperately wanted to feel again. She wanted his mouth between her legs more than anything.
Cipher pinched her nipple, not hard, and then she felt the firm bite of the clamp. She hissed in shock but held still, terrified to pull back and hurt herself. As if reading her mind, he soothingly petted her belly. “You’re okay. It’s not tight enough to cause damage.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied shakily.
“Do you want me to remove it?”
“No.” Yes? Maybe? “No.”
His mouth was suddenly on her other breast. He did the same thing with that nipple as he had the first, using his tongue to tauten and tease it before squeezing it with the clamp. The same little bite made her gasp, but she didn’t feel pain. There was a steady throb in time with her elevated heartbeat that seemed strangely reassuring.
“The chains attach to your collar,” he explained, taking hold of the white bridal strap around her neck. He fixed the chains of the clamps to the small metal ring that dangled from the front of the collar. “If you lift your head too far, you’ll feel a pull. Depending on where you are in your arousal state, that might feel good or not so good.”
She gave her chin an experimental lift and experienced the tug on her nipples. It wasn’t painful exactly, but it wasn’t something she wanted to do for very long. Wondering how that sensation would change as Cipher brought her closer to a climax, she decided she would test it. But, for now, she was anchored in the feeling of his hands gliding along her sides and down her thighs.
She heard something scrape against the floor—probably the low stool she had seen earlier—and then Cipher’s hands were on her inner thighs. His lips skimmed after his hands, tracing the same path. The ticklish kisses had her wiggling on the surprisingly comfortable swing. The rough stubble on his chin scratched over her skin, leaving a line that was sure to be red tomorrow. She found herself wanting that redness. She wanted to look at her legs tomorrow and see the evidence of what he had done to her. She wanted to wear his marks like a secret.
“Your cunt smells so good,” he murmured before nuzzling between her legs.
She whimpered at his dirty remark and was very glad for the blindfold that kept her from having to look him in the face as he said it. His fingers replaced his face, and he parted her folds with them, baring her to what she imagined was his intense gaze. Did he like looking at her down there?
“I’ll never get tired of seeing your pussy like this. Wet and swollen and ready for me,” he said while tracing a finger along the center of her. “Are you sore?”
“A little,” she admitted, her belly quaking as he dragged his finger around her entrance.
“Poor baby,” he murmured. “Let’s see if I can make it better.”
And then his tongue was on her.
She cried out and rocked her hips. He laughed before diving in with such enthusiasm that her head started to spin. Splayed out in this position with her legs supported in the air amplified everything he