No Strings Attached

Chapter Fourteen

Using his outstretched hand, she rose to her feet as gracefully as she could; secretly and quietly thrilled at the sight of the carpet’s imprint on her knees.

“You have no idea,” he drawled breathlessly, drawing her lips to his and walking her backwards until the dark wood of the bed frame hit the back of her knees lightly, “Exactly how much I needed that ...”

She chuckled, her arms going around his neck as she clung to him – her slender naked thighs abrading against the rough denim that covered his. Running his hands from breast to hip, he stirred her arousal with tender, light strokes that touched nothing and everything at once, his fingers skimming her sensitized flesh, leaving fire in their trail.

“I want you to lie back on this bed,” he whispered into her ear, his teeth nipping lightly on the fleshy lobe, “And spread your legs.”

Lying back on the bed, she moved her hands over herself nervously, feeling exposed under his gray gaze – so filled with heat and power that it fell on her flesh like a physical touch. “Arms above your head,” he muttered, realising her hesitation, “And heels on the bed – not dangling off the edge of it.”

She rested her feet as flat as she could in the silver glitter Loboutins, and watched him – needy and frustrated as she was, he’d turned away to fetch his bag, and it only served to intensify her anticipation.

When he turned back to her, he was rotating two heavy silver balls around the palm of his hand – chimes throbbing between them as they clanged together weightily. Her eyes hooded, she watched quietly as he heated up the cold metal in his hand, “You ever seen these?” he asked idly, and she shook her head softly, her dark hair floating around her face. Almost ruefully, he shook his head at himself – his dark eyes looking over her appraisingly, “I don’t think I wanted to know the answer to that – at least I didn’t think I did ...”

Clearing his throat softly, he kneeled between her spread legs, the fingers of his free hand playing over the soft folds teasingly so that she whimpered in response. Catching her eyes with his, he lifted one of the silver balls to his lips, and rolled it over his tongue before dropping the other onto the soft covers beneath his knees, and leaning forward towards her core.

“Relax for me honey,” he whispered.

He couldn’t be about to do what she thought he was with those – could he? She started to lift up onto her elbows quickly, but he stilled her with the flat of his palm on her lower abdomen, urging her back, “No, stay there ... Trust me. Please?” She caught the beseeching look in his eyes, so at odds with his usual demeanour, and she lay back against the cushions.

His tongue flicked around her folds softly, before it was replaced with the startling sensation of cold metal against her heat. She threw back her head on a moan as his tongue started flicking at her tender nub, while his fingers put an incessant, relentless pressure against the silver balls. As she screamed her release from his mouth’s onslaught, the first metal weight dropped inside her, so that she bowed and bucked beneath him with a whimpering feminine groan of satisfaction.

“Not done yet, babe,” he whispered softly, teasing the other ball around her folds as the other clanged around inside her softly – dropping and changing pressure points against her internal muscles, “Are you okay?”