Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
But she didn’t.
She held my stare and primly reached under her dress to work her panties down her legs. Once she stepped out of them, I wiggled my fingers as a reminder to give them to me. With a huff, she slapped the delicate black lace into my palm.
Wet heat pressed against my skin, and I smiled, adjusting my grip to rub the damp fabric between my thumb and finger. I’d assumed she was turned on by the events that got us there, but I hadn’t realized how much until the cream from her panties coated my fingers. Pink tinged her cheeks as she watched me fondle the lace before stowing them in my pocket.
“To ensure my submissive cannot pull back or angle herself away from the toy, I will first restrain her to the chair using simple Shibari.” I grabbed the rope and stood behind the chair, nodding for her to take a seat.
With a deep breath, she complied, sitting with her back straight and hands folded perfectly in her lap. I moved to her front, waiting until she tipped her head back and met my gaze. Not letting her look away, I dropped to my knees and began coiling the rope around her smooth skin.
I made sure to not take advantage of the situation and stroke or graze anywhere unnecessary, despite how much I wanted to. The pressure of the rope did all the work for me to bring us both to the edge.
I kept my eyes on her, watching for the smallest indication that she disliked the coil of the rope—the restriction.
First one wrist.
Then her ankle.
Then the other side.
When all four appendages were tied to the matching legs, I kneeled at her feet and moved my hands to her knees. With her soft flesh warming my palms, I met her gaze and shoved her legs apart, soaking in the flare of desire. I coiled the rope around one thigh before maneuvering around the back and repeating the process to the other. Finally, I used the remaining material to bind her to the chair back. One band around her waist, and two more winding around, above and below her breasts, framing them perfectly.
I didn’t know how she’d feel about Shibari, but by the time I finished, she was panting. Her eyes struggled to focus—lost in the same daze that pulled against me. My body climbed to the high I craved, soaking in the scent of her wet pussy pouring from between her legs. My mouth watered, desperate for a taste, but holding back.
Focus.
Standing up, I forced myself to step away and open the box on the table. Inside, I found a sleek black, silicone toy curved in an uneven u-shape with a small opening on one side that I knew sucked at the clitoris. Corbin talked about the toy last month and how it outperformed the others with its thumping and suction motion. I swallowed my smirk, already knowing I would make Aspen come on this stage and make her eat her words.
Moving back to her, I dangled the toy from my fingertip and addressed the crowd. “To demonstrate the full capabilities of the toy without influencing her reaction with any of my amazing sexual skills, I will only be touching her with the toy.”
As expected, the crowd laughed, and I looked back in time to catch Aspen’s eyes roll. God, I couldn’t wait to watch her writhe and moan in front of everyone.
“Because I can smell how wet my submissive is,” I announced, staring Aspen down, eating up her wide-eyed shock. “I will not be using any lubricant with this demonstration beyond her own cum. We will set the timer for five minutes to see if she can hold off an orgasm.”
Corbin reappeared with a stool and timer. He twisted the knob and set it on the stool at the edge of the stage for everyone to see before vanishing again.
Despite the humming countdown, I took my time to loom over Aspen, stepping between her spread legs, never dropping her gaze as I leaned over and gripped the back of the chair. Her pinched lips and clenched jaw did little to mask her nerves. Even if I hadn’t noticed her quickened breath, I saw it in the depths of her eyes.
Watching every minute reaction, I touched the toy to her knee, soaking in her jump of surprise. I dragged the toy along her inner thigh with painstaking slowness, using the anticipation as foreplay. With only a few inches left, I hit the button to activate the vibrations.
She gasped and jerked against the ropes, accidentally inching her hips forward enough that I could feel the heat pouring from between her thighs. She tried to adjust back but couldn’t in her confines.
With a gloating smile, I closed the gap and brought the tip of the toy to her opening. The muscles along her thighs contracted, hinting at tension, despite her failing attempts to keep her glacial features in place. I swirled the toy around her opening, gathering her lube and dragging it up and down her folds, circling her clit with each pass.