Chapter 52

52

Knox

"B-blindfold?" Her gaze grows wide. There's a lick of fear and of excitement in them.

"How do you feel about that?"

She casts her eyes down. "I feel…nervous, but also I want to explore how it feels."

"That's very good, baby." I lean in and kiss her forehead. "Any time you want me to stop, you simply have to say so, and I will.

"Okay," she says in a soft voice.

"You ready to find out your limits?"

She nods, a firm jerk of her chin. There's no hesitation in her expression, and that makes me so happy. A flutter ripples through my chest. This woman is beautiful and brave and trusts me so much. I will not let her down. I am going to ensure she has the most incredible experience of her life. "Close your eyes, baby."

Her eyelids flutter down. I wrap the scarf over them and tie it behind her head. I tug to make sure it's not too tight, and she shivers. The edginess that jumps off of her is laced with excitement. Because I can't help myself, I press my lips to hers. Her mouth clings to mine, but before I'm tempted to deepen the kiss, I pull back. This is all about her. Only about her. I want to cherish her, and love her, and make her feel incredible. She's the most beautiful woman on this earth, and I want her to feel so very spoiled.

I kiss her forehead, then gently slide my palm down her cheek to her chin, then trail my finger down her neck to the dip between her breasts. I hook my finger into the neckline of her shirt. Then I grip the lapels and tug. The buttons spring off and fall to the bed. She gasps and pulls on her bindings, which strain. Her chest rises and falls, anticipation thrumming in the air between us. I wait until she subsides, then ease the two sides of her shirt apart. Her nipples are hard and poke through her bra. The areolas are dark and outlined against the silk.

Lust squeezes my guts. I bend and close my mouth around one of her breasts through the fabric. A moan slips from her lips. It urges me to palm her other breast. I squeeze it, then bite down on the nipple of the first one. She cries out, tries to pull away, but I don't let her. I lean some of my weight on her, and she pants.

"So sweet. So fucking addictive," I praise her.

Goosebump pepper the space between her breasts. She's so responsive. My woman. My wife. My submissive. Mine. I reach over to the wooden box on the nightstand, open it, extract a pair of scissors, and proceed to cut through her bra.

She flinches.

I cut off the straps, pull off the scraps of pink lace, and toss them aside.

"Did you cut off my bra?" she gasps.

"Not only." I reach down and slip the blade of the scissor under the side of her panties. She flinches. I cut it off, then do the same to the other side. I slide the remnants of her underwear off her.

Another shiver grips her. I cup her cheek and press a kiss to her cheek. "Okay, baby?"

She nods.

"Good girl."

Her chest rises and falls. The air is thick with anticipation and lust. Her nipples are so tight, when I pinch one of them, she jolts.

"Oh, Sir. Please. Sir. Please," she whines .

"You don't get to set the pace, you understand that?"

She stills, then nods slowly, "Yes, Sir. Whatever you want, Sir."

"Who do you belong to?"

"You, Sir."

"Who do your tits belong to?"

She swallows. "Only you, Sir."

I slide my hand down to cover the mound between her thighs. "Who owns your cunt."

"You, Sir," she whispers. "Only you."

"That's right." I pinch her clit, and she cries out. I tweak it with enough force that her entire body jerks. Then release it and, before she's able to recuperate, I bend and lick the swollen bud.

She whimpers. The sound is so erotic, it goes straight to my head. My cock extends, pre-cum trickling from the crown. I have to squeeze the base of my shaft to stop myself from coming.

I place the scissors back in the box.

I slide off the bed and proceed to peel off my T-shirt. Divesting myself off my shoes, socks, and jeans, along with my underwear, I grab the vibrator.

I look in her direction to find she's calmed down. Her shoulders are relaxed, her eyelids heavy with lust as she takes in my nakedness.

When I switch on the vibrator a quiver grips her. I push one knee then the other into the space between her knees. When I touch the vibrator to her pussy, she cries out and arches her body. I raise it, then hold it to her clit again.

She writhes and moans and curses. "What are you doing?"

"Do you want me to stop?" I ask as I raise the vibrator.

She swallows, then shakes her head.

"Then stay still and take it. You know you can."

I touch the vibrator to the entrance of her slit and a long low moan emerges from her. Her legs tremble, but she doesn't move away. Instead, she stays still, or as still as her quivering body allows her. I drag the vibrator up her pussy lips, and she huffs. And when I touch it again to her slit, she groans.

I slide the vibrator down to her melting entrance. I breach it, only to pull back, and she groans. "Oh Sir, please, please, please Sir." She pushes her pelvis up, chasing the head of the vibrator, and I allow myself a small smile.

"Hush now, behave yourself."

She draws in a sharp breath, then relaxes her body.

"Good girl."

Her lips part. The pulse at the base of her throat kicks up.

I allow the vibrator to breach her slit, and she groans.

"You okay, darling?"

She nods.

"Do you want me to stop?"

She shakes her head.

"I need you to tell me so, baby."

"I… I don't want you to stop, Sir." Her chin trembles, but her voice is firm.

"That's good, baby." I press another kiss to her mouth, then slip the vibrator deeper inside her. Her entire body bucks. She presses her full breasts into my chest, and it's my turn to groan. I pull the vibrator to the rim of her entrance, then squeeze her breast. I tweak her nipple, and she writhes again. She thrashes her head from side to side, and her panting grows louder. I push the vibrator inside her pussy, all the way in, until it hits her cervix. She cries out, and a trembling grips her. She arches her back again, and when I pull it out of her again, she gasps. "I'm so close," she chokes out.

I drag the vibrator up her lower belly, over her stomach, and touch it to her nipple. She whimpers, and a flush crawls up her chest, then her throat. I press the vibrator to her other nipple, and she shivers.

"Sir," she pleads, "please sir."

I bring the vibrator to her clit and hold it there. She pants, and when she opens her mouth again, I place my tongue between her lips. She bites down on it, and my entire body seems to catch fire. Fuck. I swipe my tongue across her teeth and kiss her deeply. All the while, I keep the vibrator pressed to her cunt. She shivers and shudders and arches into me, and she's so close. I can smell the sugary scent of her arousal, and something inside me snaps. I switch off the vibrator and toss it aside then position my cock at her slit.