Chapter 28

After clawing and grinding against Dave across the lobby, then moaning, desperate for relief, in the elevator and humping his thigh as he strolled down the hall, we finally made it to our suite. Right as I was about to lunge for him, he held me at arm’s length and stared into my blurring eyes.

“You’re simply amazing, Laura.”

With a gulp, I nodded even as every nerve was taut, ready to fire at his touch. His irises glittered, and he spun me to unclasp the dress. After shimmying free of its shiny material, I stood trembling in only the collar, clinking golden chains, stockings, and stilettos.

A moan slid from me when he tugged on the leash to lead me into the bedroom. With every halting step of my shaky heels, the clamps were driving electric shocks through me as those swaying, slender threads slapped at my heated skin.

Amid the pulsing, slow-spinning room, my gaze locked on the bed.

Finally!

But when he tossed me to the mattress and walked away, a tear escaped my eye to race down a cheek. Oh, I wanted to beg. With every nerve in my body jangling, my lips opened, ready to plead, knowing that he would just turn from me if I did. And I needed him more than anything else in the universe.

Splayed across the bright blue comforter, I tore at my hair. Heart hammering in my shaking chest, I watched him shift the suitcase. As I writhed on my spine, heels sliding over the covers, the golden chains clinked and jingled. The powerful aroma of my oh-so-very-much-delayed arousal tickled my nostrils.

Unlike any other, a feral groan ripped from me when he returned holding a blindfold. Right as he climbed onto the mattress to slip it over my eyes, I arched upwards, trying to press into him. But he’d already slipped away. At the gliding fingers and soft snicks on my ankles and wrists, all I could do was gulp.

I’d been a good slut. An obedient one. So, why was he...

My brain stopped when he pulled my limbs taut, lashing the leather cuffs to the corner posts.

The whole time, he was careful not to touch me where I desperately—God, how desperately—wanted, needed, craved for his fingers to land. Too damned careful, even as he drew the toys from my slippery orifices. Only then did I notice they’d been turned off.

Whenever the bed moved, I whimpered, struggling to thrust my aching pelvis in his direction, but creaking ropes and straining leather held me in place. Every part of me was electrified with mind-melting need. One fingertip. Anywhere even close.

His footsteps faded away.

What? Where’s he going?

His belt and trousers crumpled to the floor and his breathing intensified.

Swish

Oh, God, he has it.

As he circled the bed, my teeth sank so hard into my lip that salty blood trickled onto my tongue. When the swishing whip drew closer, I writhed, still gnawing at the bloody wound.

“Want to fuck Derrin, don’t you?” That icy voice was back, and shivers blasted through my super-heated body.

Derrin? Pretty lips. Pretty eyes. But no. Not Derrin anymore.

“Yes,” I murmured.

Does he know I’m lying? That I only want him to give me the burning pain and the oh, so lovely pleasure?

While I twisted to follow my husband’s circling footsteps, the leather bindings scraped. At every swish of those delicious slender tails through the chilly air, the bedsprings creaked.

Please! Please hit me. I’m such a naughty...

“Slut,” left him at that exact second.

With a quick nod, my chest clenched at the whoosh speeding towards my bound frame. A scream tore from me, when instead of the whip’s delicious sharp pain and pleasure, Dave yanked all the clamps free with one powerful jerk of his hand.

As my freed tits jiggled and the most intense fire seared my suddenly unclasped clit, the world exploded into a kaleidoscope of colors. With my body arching upwards and slamming back onto the bounding mattress, electricity sizzled along every nerve ending. A surge of unimaginable pleasure overwhelmed me.

After being on edge for so long, no moans escaped my wide lips. Instead, as convulsion after massive convulsion tore through me, I tried to breathe between hoarse screams. It took several seconds to realize the floggers’ tails were landing across my heaving, twisting frame.

Only then, as I finally cried out, another massive series of muscular contractions blasted through me.

Swish.

Swish.

Swish.

Silent and relentless, he used measured, random blows to scorch my skin with strike after orgasm-inducing strike. Time after time, the long tails slashed over my surging boobs, spraying cleft and every square inch between. With him paying special attention to the newly released flesh, mind-numbing flashes of lightning burned through my throbbing nipples and equally throbbing clit.

At last, he stopped with a satisfied grunt. Drooling from both ends, I gasped for air between loud groans. Each powerful aftershock ripped me from side to side in the sweat-slick leather shackles. For a million years, the box spring groaned as the bindings stretched under my writhing. At last, I collapsed, panting as perspiration rolled from my frame.

Where’s Dave?

Just then, through the rushing in my skull, I caught returning footsteps. The bed shifted, and a hand gripped my hair. When a pillow shoved under my shoulders, I shifted, tilting my head backwards. And as soon as a fleshy knob appeared at my lips, they widened to admit the burning, slick pole.

Not a single word came from him as he fucked my mouth. Soon enough, my tortured husband’s thrusting became irregular. When he grunted, I sucked as hard as I could, preparing to swallow his seed.

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