Krystal's POV
I felt him pat my foot proudly. "Good girl, your lover will do just that," he ended the torture with wet kisses on the sensitive spots, through my stockings. Then he started peeling the uncomfortable stockings from my legs. The air against my covered skin made the hair on my skin erect. After sensuously removing the stockings, he hooked his thumbs under the lacy waistband of my panties and pulled them down my legs.
The wind wasn't stingy, it welcomed my arousal pleasantly, grazing my sensitive nub and causing a small tremor to travel through my body. My nose scrunched up as I realized I was now naked under him with extra eyes watching me and the wind carrying the scent of my arousal for the guards to perceive. What I wanted was just me and him in a bedroom, going straight to fucking. I did not expect I would end up in his private villa which is not so private, naked, stuck in a silly roleplay and about to be ravaged with an audience. Can anyone spot the big difference between my plans and his? And why was I okay with this again? Oh yeah, I trust him and my stupid heart would never let me say no to him.
To make matters worse, I felt a familiar rush of energy around my wrists before they suddenly stuck together and stretched upward. It was a magnetic force, twisting and gluing my forearms and wrists together and locking them against something above my head and not connected to the table. Merlynn! "What the fuck are you doing?!" I screamed. I hated my hands being refrained the most. Still, my body reacted with a pleasurable jerk. What the hell is this?!
"Shhh and go with it," I wanted to smack my face but my hands were tied up. I felt the same energy around my ribcage, a few inches away from my breasts. Then the thick leather snapped around my body. He tied me to the table and I was sure it wasn't a table I could easily break—not that I plan to.
My heart thundered in my ears as I tried to ignore my instinct to fight against captivity and my body heat rising from the anticipation. My breathing began to become more ragged as panic began to set in my brain. My fangs began to extract and my claws grew out. My instinct was winning. Well, not until my kryptonite placed his hand on my cheek and kissed the other tenderly. "You are not being held by an enemy, Krystal, it's just me, Merlynn. Relax, take deep breaths, and remember that this isn't a hostage situation, it's just your mate and you about to have sex,"
My tense body slowly relaxed. I recited in my head that it was Lynn, not an enemy. "That's it, breathe," he placed his hand on my chest, helping me regulate my breathing. I slowly calmed down with an exhale. "Good girl. Now I want you to focus on what I do to your body, only your body. Do not pay attention to any sound or presence, just mine and yours. Can you do that for me? If you do it well, you'll get rewarded," I couldn't use my words as I was still focusing on relaxing so I nodded. "Good girl."
I exhaled again and focused on shutting down my danger senses. I sealed off my wolf senses as well so I'd be an ordinary human. The first thing I felt was his warm tongue blanketing the area of skin up my leg, from my ankle to the apex of my thigh. He lingered at the apex, allowing his breath to bathe my wet core before moving to my left leg and repeating the action.
I thought he was going to torture me more, but he spread my legs a bit and brought his tongue to my sex, immediately attaching his mouth to my wet folds and lapping them off like a person trying to stop his drink from overflowing. I moaned and unconsciously pulled at the restrain, trying to arch my back off the table but the damn strap held me down. He didn't hesitate to devour me, his lecherous fingers rubbing aggressively on my clit.
Between the delirious sensations he was giving me and the pain of my restricted movement, my mind was going blank. The heat grew but didn't do more than increase my giddiness, making it even hard to think. All I wanted was peace from the pressure overtaking my body.
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The Cold She-wolf
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