Chapter 49

49

Edward

"A shooting star? No, there’s more than one," she gasps.

"It’s a meteorite shower."

"Should I make a wish? I definitely need to make a wish. " She squeezes her hands together while her gaze follows the blazing streaks of the stars in the night sky. Her lips move. She continues to watch the skies after the trails fade. "That was incredible." She sighs.

"What did you wish for?"

She shakes her head. "I can’t tell you."

"Of course, you can."

"If I do, it won’t come true." She turns and sees the skepticism on my features. "It’s true. What did you wish for?"

"I didn’t."

"You didn’t?"

"Everything I want is here in my arms." I pull her close.

"Then you won’t mind if I push this jacket off your shoulders?" I let her move it down my arms. She tosses it to the side, and it lands on a chair. Reaches for my tie, and I let her unknot it. When she pulls it off, I take it from her.

"I’m going to blindfold you."

"O-k-a-y?" I wrap it over her closed eyelids and secure it, then tug to make sure it’s not too tight, but also taut enough that she can’t peer through the gaps.

"This is unnerving," She laughs; the sound is nervous. A hint of anticipation, mixed with apprehension spools off of her body. I’m instantly hard. The blood in my veins begins to pump. I cup her breast, and she swallows. I tweak her nipple. She groans. And when I drag my fingers through her slit, she’s already creaming.

"Fuck, you’re so wet." I bring the moisture to my mouth and suck on my digits. My already excited cock stabs into the fabric of my pants.

"It’s not fair, I can’t see you."

"But you’re going to experience everything so much more intensely." I scoop her up in my arms. She gasps in surprise, then holds on. I stalk toward the bed and when I throw her down on it, she bounces once. Her hair ripples out behind her. Her ample breasts, the fold of her stomach, her plump thighs—all of it calls to me. But I cannot give in to her siren call. Not yet. I prowl toward the closet, step inside, and walk out with a few coils of silk rope.

I ease her up to sitting, then urge her to fold her knees so her feet are flat on the bed. I pull her thighs apart, then can’t stop myself from running my fingers up her exposed pussy. And when she groans, I curl my fingers around her swollen clit, before I suck her cum off my fingertips.

"Oh, god," she moans.

"God has nothing to do with this," I promise. I loop the rope around one thigh and tie it to her ankle. Then I repeat it with the other, before I position her wrist at her ankle and tie that, too, then repeat it at the other side.

"Do you want to use your safe word?" I look at her flushed features.

"No," she says without hesitation.

"Good girl."

Her breathing instantly grows choppy. Her chest rises and falls. She flexes her thighs, trying to squeeze them together and I click my tongue. "You’re not allowed to alleviate your needs, remember?"

"That’s a stupid condition."

"It’s to help you orgasm harder."

"Yeah, yeah, that’s what you keep saying. This mythical orgasm seems like something out of a fairytale."

"Only the dark smutty ones."

She gapes. "How do you know about them?"

"I read."

"Have you read my—" She gasps again, because I’ve finished securing her wrists to each ankle. I test the knots to make sure they don’t bite into her skin but are tight enough to restrain her. Her muscles are tense, and I turn and kiss her. She begins to relax and when she parts her lips, I slide my tongue between them. I swipe it over the seam of her mouth and she whines, then melts into me.

"What’s my name?" I murmur.

"Eddie," she groans.

"Such a good little slut, you are." I slide two fingers inside her slit, and she bears down on it. I press my thumb into her clit, and her entire body jolts. "Eddie. Oh, Eddie."

"I’m right here." I weave my fingers in and out of her, in and out. Her breath comes in little pants, sweat beads her upper lip. I lick it off, and she chases my mouth with hers. "So greedy for my cock."

"I am," she pants. "I want to feel you inside me."

I slap her pussy, and she cries out. "You asshole."

"That reminds me." I scoop up some of her cum, then smear it around her forbidden hole.

Her entire body shudders. Who’d have guessed my Belle has an erogenous zone in the unlikeliest of places.

"I want to come, please, Eddie," she whimpers.

"Not yet."

She pouts, then gasps when I loop the silk around her chest, and under her breast. I knot it at the back before crossing it over her shoulder and under the opposite breast. When the chest harness is done, I move way, and admire my artwork. "Beautiful."

A shiver grips her.

"If you could see yourself through my eyes, you’d know you’re the most gorgeous woman in the world."

"Only in your eyes."

"That’s all that matters. Your body was made for my ropes."

"Shibari; that’s what this is." She lowers her chin to her chest. "Have you practiced it with anyone else?"

"No one who has your curves. No one who wears it like you. No one whose flesh will show off the marks of the ropes like you will. No one who I have fucked after tying them up."

I kneel between her bent thighs, then slowly ease her on her back. In the crab style I’ve tied her in, her wrists are linked to her ankles, which are up in the air. The result, all her beautiful bits are open and ready, and right there. All offered up to me in the most alluring of ways. All showcased and waiting to receive my ministrations.

I run my finger down the dip in her lips, to her cleavage, down to the hollow of her navel and when I trace the valley between her pussy lips, she mewls. When I follow the trail to her back hole, she whimpers.

"The sounds you make; they're driving me out of my head." I lower my zipper, then grab my throbbing cock. I pump it once, twice, then fit the angry head to her weeping slit. "I’m going to fuck you now."