Chapter Twenty-Four

Braden grabs the black blindfold and ties it over my eyes again. “No talking, Skye. Understand?”

“I have a question first.”

“For God’s sake. What kind of question could you possibly have? No talking means no talking.”

I let out an exasperated sigh. “It’s a valid one, Braden. Can I sigh and moan? Groan?”

“Sexual sounds are permissible.”

“Okay. But you got me last time for saying ‘oh.’ Isn’t that a sexual sound?”

“No. ‘Oh’ is a word. ‘Oh God’ are words. ‘Yes, Braden, yes’ are words.”

I keep a smile from spreading across my face. “But those words are indicating that I’m enjoying myself.”

“So what?”

“So…don’t you want to know I’m enjoying myself?”

“I know you’re enjoying yourself by how your body responds to me. The words are superfluous.”

I scoff. “Seriously?”

He chuckles. I can’t see his face, but I imagine his smirk.

“You become more of a challenge every second, Skye Manning. You’re my Everest, and I’m determined to conquer you. Now, be quiet.”

I press my lips together and make a locking motion with my hand. I’m feeling sarcastic, but my action probably doesn’t convey that to Braden. Just as well. I’m not up for more punishment. I want a climax.

He gently pushes me until the backs of my legs hit the bed. “Lie down.”

I obey. My body is still tense and ready, needy and wanting. Braden is moving around. His clothes rustle. What is he doing?

I have no idea, and suddenly I’m thrilled. I don’t know what’s in store for me. It could be anything.

Anything.

The wait is excruciating. Every second, my body becomes tenser with yearning, and my mind comes up with something else he could do to tantalize me.

Seconds pass.

They turn into minutes.

I squirm, but I don’t speak. I’m determined to get that orgasm.

I gasp when something flutters over one nipple. It’s not his finger or his lips. Something cool circles my areola. Is it…ice? No. Not cold enough, plus no melting trickles of water. He traces the swell of my breast with the object and moves to the other nipple, tantalizing it as he did the last.

Prickles erupt on my flesh. The coolness dances around now, going from nipple to nipple and then trailing down my abdomen, making my belly flutter. He stops at my belly button, circling it. My clit is throbbing, so ready to feel the cool hardness of whatever object he’s teasing me with.

Braden lingers at my belly button, though. “So beautiful, Skye. You should have this pierced.”

I open my mouth to say “hell no” but stop just in time.

I will not talk.

I will have that orgasm.

When he finally tires of my belly button and trails downward to my vulva, I let out an excited moan. Still he teases, though, gliding the coolness over my pubic bone and down the sides of my opening. The coolness is heaven against my hot labia, but my clit, Braden. My clit…

The object makes a path over my inner thighs down to my knees and then back up.

You’re such a fucking tease, Braden Black!

But I stay mum. He can’t keep me from climaxing forever.

Can he?

No. Can’t go there. The coolness trails up my wet slit.

“Mmm. Nice and wet,” he says. “How much do you want me, Skye?”

I open my mouth and then slam it shut. He’s not going to get me with his games.

“Good girl.” He slides the cool object over my clit.

I moan and circle my hips. The jolt to my clit glides through me like an icy carnival ride. I arch my back and undulate, reaching for more, more, more…

But he moves the object back up my vulva to my breasts and then to my lips. He pokes it into my mouth. “Taste yourself. See how delicious you are.”

I swirl my tongue over the object and delight in my tanginess. This allows me the first sensation of what he’s been teasing me with. It’s pointed on one end and about the size of a large marble. He removes it quickly then and his clothes rustle.

Is he finally taking them off?

God, yes. Please.

I squirm on the bed, twisting the covers with my hands. How much more can I take? Is this fun for him, watching me go slowly mad?

“Don’t move your hands, Skye,” he says.

I release my fists and do as he says.

“Bend your legs so your feet are flat on the bed.”

Again, I obey.

Then warm hardness nudges my slit. His cock. He’s going to fuck me. Finally. Is he completely naked? I’m desperate to touch the warmth of his skin. I reach—

“I said don’t move your hands!”

Fuck! Did I just screw myself out of an orgasm? I quickly move my hand back.

He teases my pussy again with his cock, sliding it back and forth from my clit nearly to my ass. Please, Braden, please.

But I say nothing. I keep my hands flat.

And I wait.

And wait.

He can’t last forever, can he? He wants me as much as I want him, right?

Such a tease. Such a wonderful, aching tease…

Then a powerful thrust, and he’s inside me, my emptiness finally filled. A vibrant groan wafts to my ears and enters me, a sound vibration that I can almost see in my mind’s eye. I cry out, not in words but in pure emotion.

He pulls out, and I whimper at the loss, waiting for his next thrust.

Instead, though, he teases again, letting just the head of his cock breach my pussy. Tiny shallow thrusts, just enough to make me want him more.

Oh, he’s a fucking expert at this. I want to scream and beg and lash out, but I keep my lips sealed.

“Fuck it,” he finally says and thrusts into me, tunneling through me with his cock made of hot steel.

I groan. It feels so amazing, so perfect, as if his cock were made to fit only me. My nipples are tight and hard, and I hope he’ll move downward so his hard chest will appease them. My body is on fire, and he fucks me hard. The invasion spirals through me, and I’m close, oh, so close. If only he’d come forward, let his pubic bone hit my clit.

Such a tease!

This is what he meant when he said he’d control my climax. Bastard!

Then his lips are on mine, and my clit is getting the stimulation it needs. The fuse is lit. He thrusts and he thrusts and he thrusts—

A rocket of energy surges into my clit and my pussy contracts, pulsating against his plunging cock. Sounds come from my throat. Are they words? I have no idea. I’m blind, but colors and vibrations and kaleidoscopic images catapult through me as I jump from the precipice and leap into nirvana.

“That’s it, baby. Give it to me. Give it all to me. It’s mine.”

Thrust, thrust, thrust—

“God, yes! So tight, baby. So good.”

Braden’s cock is so deep in me, and still I quiver around him, my climax reeling. In seconds, it slows, and I’m left with him pulling out and rolling off me.

And I’ve never been so satisfied in my life.

With a whoosh, Braden removes the blindfold. “You can speak now and move your hands.”

But I have no words.