Deceitfully Yours by Bethany Bazile Read Free Book Online

own my orgasms?”
    His hand comes down around my neck , and he pushes me back down onto the table. “I’m going to have so much fun breaking that defiance down,” he says into my ear. He glides his tongue over my earlobe and down my neck. I shut my eyes, an involuntary moan escaping me. He pinches both my nipples, and my back arches off the table. “Beautiful,” he says as my nipples harden to his touch.
    He reaches behind me , then shows me a long chain with two clips at the ends. “These are nipple clamps. The tips are rubber coated. We’ll begin with these because they are gentle, but we’ll progress to more aggressive clips in the future.”
    The first clamp bites into my tender nub as he applies it.
    “Fuck!” I shout, my eyes shooting open as he puts a clamp on the other nipple. I hold back my cry and glare angrily at him.
    “Is it to o much? I can loosen them.” Though the clamps are tight, the initial sting was worse than the ache they are now creating.
    I shake my head. He pulls gently on the chain linking the clamps, and I clench my fist from the sensation. The pain is quickly decreasing and turning into something delicious. I feel the tug in my core, and it’s making me ache for more.
    He moves between my legs , gazes down at the moisture there, and smiles. I get the urge to shut them, but I realize I’m tightly strapped in, paralyzed to his ogling. He kneels down between my spread thighs; my legs begin to tremble. The thought of him putting his mouth on me has me quaking with anticipation.
    “You don’t come until I tell you , you can come.”
    “What?” I shout just as his warm tongue envelops my clit . “Oh my God!”
    He wants to torture me. The aggressive movements of his tongue are calculated. He wants to bring me to the point of rapture and watch me fail at obeying his order, but I won’t let him win this one. I grit my teeth and pant as he sucks on the sensitive bundle of nerves. I strain against my bonds as he slips his tongue into me. My whole world becomes centered on him and his amazing tongue.
    I moan uncontrollably, trying to move away from his mouth, but the straps keep me centered and the battle is becoming insurmountable. He pulls away before I can come. He stands up and looks at me. The raw hunger in his eyes is arousing. He moves a finger through my wetness then uses that moist finger lower. “Has anyone ever explored this hole?”
    His gaze is locked with mine . I shake my head as he circles my tight hole with his finger. All of a sudden his finger is replaced, and an unfamiliar pressure begins. "This is an anal plug. It's a small one, but it will begin to stretch you, prepare you for when I take you here."
    Something small , cold, and wet slips into my ass with a slight burn. What is this man doing to me? My eyes widen as he twists the small anal plug and returns to licking my throbbing clit. The pressure increases, but along with it comes an unexplainable sensation. The thrusts of his tongue are sharp, but I’m still maintaining my hold.
    I can do this , I chant to myself in my head, but the lie is flimsy. I’m riding on the edge of something explosive, and unless Jude backs off soon, I’ll be releasing my strongest orgasm ever into his mouth.
    The room that held a chill when I entered feels like an inferno, and sweat beads on my skin. Suddenly he adds another toy, and my clit begins to vibrate.
    “ No, no, no. Fuck, Jude, this isn’t fair,” I hiss at him. The vibration stops as his hand sweeps up and smacks my right breast. A sharp, stinging sensation spreads over my sensitive skin.
    “What did you call me?”
    Fuck, I got lost in the moment and forgot, but that look he’s giving me is dead serious so I jump into groveling. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
    He yanks on the cord attached to my nipples , then turns his dangerous gaze back down to my aching pussy.
    He lowers his head , and the vibrations begin again. The short reprieve wasn’t enough to halt the oncoming