30: We’ve barely even started

The cool air of the room hit my bare skin, and my nipples stood erect from the sudden chill.

He stepped back, his eyes dark and intense as they roamed over my exposed body. I could feel the heat of his gaze, and I shivered involuntarily beneath it.

“Xavier,” I said again, my voice trembling. “This is insane.”

He smirked, taking a step closer.

“You are only telling yourself that so you won’t feel bad that you’ll enjoy this.”

The intensity of his words sent a shiver down my spine, the confusing mix of fear and arousal that his dominance was stirring within me impossible to ignore.

His hand came up to my neck, and he choked me slightly, his thumb caressing the point of my pulse. The sensation elicited a gasp and a slight jerk from me, my body responding to his touch despite my mind’s protesting.

His hand traveled down my collarbone to one of my exposed breast.

He cupped it, squeezed it, feeling the weight in his hand.

Then he ran his thumb over my achingly hard nipples and I shivered. His fingers pinched and played and I bit my lip, trying to stifle a moan, but it escaped anyway, soft and desperate.

My body arched toward his touch, every nerve ending alight with sensation.

“You’re enjoying this,” he murmured, his voice a dark whisper against my skin. “Aren’t you?”

I couldn’t answer, getting aroused. I hated how my body betrayed me, responding to his touch. But in that moment, it was impossible to deny the raw desire coursing through me.

As if to get an answer to his own question, his hand left my breast and I had to stop myself from whining in protest at the loss of contact.

His hand slid down my body, his fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path that left my skin tingling in their wake. His fingers teased the edge of my lace thong, and I could feel my breath quickening.

“Xavier… don’t—”

With a swift motion, he pushed the delicate fabric aside, his fingers finding their way to my wetness. I gasped as he slipped one finger inside me, the intrusion both shocking and intensely pleasurable.

Oh my…

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “You like being at my mercy, don’t you?”

I tried to form a coherent response, but all that came out was a moan as he added a second finger, stretching me further. His thumb found my clit, circling it with a maddeningly light touch that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.

“Xavier…please…” I begged, my hips bucking involuntarily against his hand. But even I couldn’t tell if it was a plea for him to stop or to continue.

“Please what, Lillian?” he taunted, his fingers plunging in and out of me at a steady rhythm. “You want more? Tell me how much you want it.”

Another finger slid inside me, the sensation overwhelming. I could feel my walls clenching around him, desperate for more. But I sure as hell won’t let him know how desperate I was for it.

“Go… to… hell!” I panted, my voice barely more than a breathy moan.

His eyes darkened and his lips curved in a sadistic grin.

“Wrong answer!” he growled, adding a fourth finger and punching a gasp– moan out of me, his thumb pressing harder against my clit.

Oh my gosh… I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head.

The stretch was intense, filling me completely. My mind was a blur of sensations, each thrust of his fingers pushing me closer to the edge.

“Look at you, taking all of me,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “You love being used like this, don’t you? I really can’t wait to shove my dick into your tight cunt,”

I could only moan in response, my body trembling with the need for release. His fingers moved faster, his thumb working my clit with ruthless precision. The pleasure built to an unbearable peak, and I could feel myself teetering on the brink.

“Come for me, Lillian,” he commanded, his voice a dark, sensual promise. “Show me how much you love it.”

With a final thrust of his fingers and a firm press of his thumb, the dam broke. I cried out, my body convulsing in ecstasy as the orgasm ripped through me. My vision blurred, and all I could feel was the overwhelming pleasure, the sensation of his fingers inside me, and the relentless stimulation of my clit.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, I slumped against the restraints, my body spent and trembling. Xavier withdrew his fingers slowly, his touch lingering as he brought them to his lips, tasting my arousal with a satisfied smirk.

“Don’t get tired” he said softly, his eyes dark and intense. “We haven’t even started yet.”