“Brighton,” her voice sounds nervous.
“Rule number two, I say when you can come.” She gasps.
“Sir I’m not sure if I can—”
“You will,” I stop her arguing and stroke a finger over her pussy lips. She moans.
“What’s rule number two?”
“I can only come when sir tells me to.” There’s desperation in her voice.
“Good girl,” I praise and her eyes light up. My shirt lands on the floor as I unbuckle my belt. Amelia’s eyes roam over my body until they find my dick. It’s rock hard and tenting the soft material.
“This is what you do to me, Amelia.” Her breath speeds up a little. This is as much torture for me as it is for her. Painfully slow, I draw my zip down and slide my trousers off. My boxers land on the heap of clothes on the floor and I take a few steps towards her with my stiff cock pointing upwards. I wrap my hand around it and Amelia’s eyes watch closely as I give it a few lazy pumps.
“I can’t wait to make love to you, Amelia.” My hand squeezes my dick a little harder. “But not yet. I think you deserve to wait a little longer.”
Another whimper tells me she’s desperate. She’ll enjoy this.
29
Love Me Like You Do
Amelia
There is tingling all over my body and It's difficult to control my breathing. I have never been so desperate for him to touch me.
“Don’t forget, only come when I give permission!” Ben’s eyes are dark and fiery.
I nod, unable to find my voice. Asking Ben to tie me up like this is a big step. It means completely surrendering to him. But the trust I feel for him now erases any and all my fears. My heart thuds in my chest and my breath comes a little faster. It's not fear, it's the anticipation of letting someone else take charge. The knowledge that he’s in control just makes everything so much more intense.
He leans down and kisses me gently on the lips before standing up and walking over to the wardrobe.
"Where are you going?" I ask, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.
He turns and looks at me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I'm just going to get something from the drawer."
My heart skips a beat as I watch him reaching for something. My eyes don’t leave him as he rummages around in the drawer for a moment before pulling out... a feather.
I let out a breath I didn't realise I was holding as he walks back over to me, trailing the feather lightly over my skin.
He kneels down next to me and smiles.
"Don't worry," he says softly. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"I know," I moan.
He leans down and kisses me again before trailing the feather slowly over my body, starting at my neck and working down to my toes.
It tickles like crazy and I squirm against the restraints, laughing.
"Someone's ticklish," he teases. "Should we do that again?"
I try to glare at him but it's hard when I'm giggling so much.
He continues to run the feather over my skin, focusing on my most ticklish spots. I giggle and try to get away from it, but there's nowhere to go. He has me completely at his mercy and he knows it.
The feather continues its torturous journey down my body until it finally reaches its destination―the space between my legs.
I gasp as he trails the feather lightly over my clit, sending tremors of pleasure coursing through me.
"Like that?" he asks with a smirk.
I can't even form words at this point so I just nod and bite my lip, trying not to moan too loudly.
He chuckles softly and puts the feather aside before leaning down and kissing me again. His lips are soft and gentle against mine as his tongue explores my mouth. I kiss him back eagerly, losing myself in the sensation of his lips on mine.
His hands roam over my body, touching me everywhere except where I want him most. It's frustrating as hell but incredibly arousing. By the time his fingers finally find their way between my legs I'm practically dripping with need.
He teases me for what feels like an eternity before sliding two fingers inside me. I moan into his mouth as he pumps them in and out, curling them slightly to hit that sweet spot deep inside me.
I'm so lost in pleasure that I almost don't notice when he adds a third finger. It stretches me deliciously as he fucks me with them, bringing me closer and closer to the edge with each thrust.
Just when I think I can't take it anymore Ben pulls away from me completely. I groan in frustration but am silenced by a stern look from him.
"Not yet," he says firmly. "You'll come on my cock."
"Yes sir," I reply obediently and a flash of lust passes over his face at my words.
