Nickolas’s hand rests gently on my waist. A shiver runs down my spine as he presses kisses to my neck and shoulders. My eyes, already blinded by the blindfold, instinctively close as a soft moan escapes my lips, betraying the pleasure his touch elicits.
With each tender kiss, he explores every inch of my skin, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. My hands ache to reach out, to tangle in his hair and pull him closer, but the cuffs restrain me, keeping me tethered to the bed.
As his lips continue their tantalizing journey, I can’t help but wonder if that’s why he cuffed my hands-to deny me the ability to touch him, to leave me at the mercy of his every whim. The thought sends a thrill through me, heightening the intensity of the moment.
Nickolas’s hand on my waist begins to inch closer to my core, igniting a throbbing need that pulses through my body. The mere thought of him actually inserting a finger into me has me quivering with desire, my senses heightened to the point of overload.
I’ve read countless scenes like this in books over the years, but nothing compares to the visceral experience of actually living it. Despite Nickolas not having done much to my body yet, I can feel myself teetering on the edge of my release.
Every nerve in my body is alight with the promise of pleasure yet to come, my skin tingling with the electric charge of desire.
My breath catches in my throat as I feel his hand brush tantalizingly close to my core, but instead, he continues upward, tracing a path across my belly and toward my hardened nipples. As his fingers encircle one, pulling gently and massaging it, a soft moan escapes my lips, my back arching in pleasure.
“Nickolas,” I moan his name, my voice a breathless plea for more.
“Tell me what you want, Amelia. Tell me,” he whispers, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine as he peppers my burning skin with kisses. Each touch, each caress, pushes me further toward the edge of ecstasy, leaving me trembling with desire and anticipation.
“I want you to touch me,” I rasp, my voice breathless with desire, my body eager for him to fulfill my every craving.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs against my skin, his words sending a wave of unexpected happiness coursing through me, hearing him say that to me. Do I have a praise kink?
I’m not given time to dwell on that as he moves his hand from my other breast, now focusing his attention on massaging and pulling my nipples between his fingers. With each caress, wetness pools in my core, aching for his touch there.
Finally, his hand moves lower, and I gasp, holding my breath as I feel his fingers where I’ve longed for them all night. His touch sends jolts of pleasure coursing through me as his fingers trace the outer walls of my core, teasing me mercilessly.
“So wet,” he rasps, his voice thick with desire as he inserts a finger into me, sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. I arch my back, lost in the ecstasy of his touch, surrendering completely to the intoxicating sensations he elicits with each skillful movement of his finger.
“Nickolas,” I moan out, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure coursing through me. For a moment, panic seizes me, fearing I may have ruined the moment with my outburst. But to my surprise, Nickolas responds by inserting another finger, intensifying the sensations that threaten to consume me.
I clench my fists, the need to grab onto something overwhelming me as pleasure washes over me in waves.
“How much do you want it, little one?” he asks, his voice sending shivers down my spine as he moves slowly in and out of me, alternating between torturing me and granting me exquisite pleasure.
“Bad,” I reply, my voice breathless with need.
“Tell me how bad, little one,” he demands, retracting his fingers, and a cry of desperation escapes my lips, yearning for release.
“Bad, Nickolas. I want you it,” I confess, feeling a surge of desire coursing through me as he surprises me by inserting his fingers into my core, not just one this time. My back arches instinctively, and my toes curl at the sheer pleasure of his touch, my eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
“Nickolas,” I moan his name, each syllable a testament to the overwhelming pleasure radiating through my body. He moves with deliberate slowness, each thrust increasing the intensity of my pleasure until I’m gasping for air, completely lost in the sensations he elicits.
As he picks up the pace, driving me closer to the edge, my nails dig into my palms, a desperate attempt to anchor myself amidst the rising tide of ecstasy. The pressure builds in the pit of my belly, sending waves of pleasure crashing over me with each movement until I’m teetering on the brink of release, ready to surrender completely to the intoxicating pleasure of Nickolas’s fingers.
“I’m coming,” I cry out, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure coursing through me.
“Let go, little one, cum for me all over the sheets,” Nickolas murmurs, his words sending a thrill through me as he thrusts into my core harder, creating splashing sounds in the quiet room. My toes curl in ecstasy as I feel him hitting that perfect spot, and in mere seconds, I feel myself unraveling, surrendering completely to the pleasure coursing through my body.
With a final surge of intensity, I come undone in my bed, waves of ecstasy crashing over me as Nickolas’s fingers push me over the edge, leaving me breathless and utterly spent in the aftermath of our passionate encounter.
Nickolas slowly withdraws his fingers from inside me. The sound of him licking his fingers catches me by surprise, and my eyes widen in disbelief. I had expected him to clean my juices from my core with tissue or something, not do that.
“You taste fucking amazing, little one,” he rasps into my ear, his words sending a shiver down my spine. I want to thank him for helping me through the pain, but suddenly, I feel too weak, too overwhelmed by the intensity of our encounter, to even open my mouth.
“Sleep,” he commands gently, his voice lulling me into a state of blissful surrender. With a contented sigh, I feel my eyes slowly close as sleep washes over me, carrying me away to a realm of sweet dreams and profound tranquility.