Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 86510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Yes… When we get back to New York…
I’m looking forward to it. Getting back to the club. Going into a private suite with Ronan. Doing a scene together.
My God…
My nipples are protruding, so ready. I want so badly to beg him to suck them, but I don’t dare speak.
I obey my Dominant.
I obey him gladly. Because I know when he finally puts his mouth on my nipples, finally gives me what I desire, it will be all that much better.
“Jean-Pierre,” he says softly, “suck Mary’s nipple.”
Jean-Pierre? The name of the ghost? I stop myself from smiling.
Then I gasp as my left nipple is sucked between two firm lips.
They could easily be Ronan’s lips. My hips rise from the bed of their own accord.
“Do you like it?” Ronan asks. “Do you like it when Jean-Pierre sucks your nipples?”
I moan, nodding.
Ronan can’t speak. He can’t speak with his lips around my nipple.
What is happening?
Surely I would know if Ronan were using his fingers on my nipple.
“Good, my lovely Blossom. I will suck the other nipple now. Two pairs of lips on your nipples at the same time, sweet Blossom. I want to hear all the moans. All the groans. I want to know how this makes you feel.”
Then my nipple between Ronan’s firm lips.
Lips, yes. So good. While the other nipple… Someone is sucking on it, pulling on it with teeth.
Both my nipples being tormented at the same time. Have I ever felt anything more luxurious and erotic?
I moan. I want to speak. I want to tell Ronan how good it feels.
But I don’t. I will obey. It’s what I do. I submit.
I obey.
God, it’s torture, not being able to tell him how good it feels. Two pairs of lips on my hard nipples, sucking, licking, tugging.
One pair of lips pops off my nipple. I whimper at the loss.
“You’re so beautiful, Blossom. Your breasts are rosy and flushed, your nipples so hard, your areolas scrunched up. Jean-Pierre will continue with your left nipple, but I’m going to see to other things.”
I don’t know what Ronan is able to do with his fingers. How he’s making it feel like a mouth. How will he continue doing it when he’s between my legs, sucking me? He has long arms, for sure.
But then I forget. I forget reality. And I imagine the ghost of a young Creole man named Jean-Pierre sucking my nipple between his firm, plump lips.
I imagine his big cock. Ready to plunge into me when Ronan tells me it’s okay.
And then I feel Ronan’s tongue between my legs.
Velvety and firm, he licks me. Sucks my pussy lips, twirls his tongue around my clit.
So, so good.
I imagine his cock driving into me while the ghost of Jean-Pierre still plays with my nipples, slides his tongue over my body.
All the while I can’t move my arms, can’t see what’s happening.
I don’t think I’ve ever been as turned on as I am right now. I literally cannot move my arms, so strong are the invisible binds.
I relish the sounds of Ronan eating my pussy. The slurping and sucking is music to my ears, and I lift my hips, grinding my pussy against his stubble, his firm lips, his jawline.
“You taste like a fantasy,” he growls against my flesh, and then he shoves his tongue inside my cunt, and my God, with both my nipples still being sucked, back and forth from one to the other, I’m ready, so ready, but—
“No,” he snarls against me. “Not yet, Blossom. You don’t come yet.”
Yes, sir, I say inside my mind.
Because his command is that powerful, the orgasm stops in its tracks. I stop at the edge of the cliff, my toes digging in the ground.
I will not jump.
I will not fly.
Not until my Dominant commands that I can.
But my God…
My body is on fire, my flesh is searing, blazing. My nipples, the sucking feels so good, so good, and it travels down, straight to my pussy. And all I can think about—all I can dream—is—
“Good girl, Blossom. You’ve earned it. Come.”
A finger slides into my pussy, and I clench around it, my orgasm shattering me. Imploding me into the bed. I unscrunch my body and fly off the cliff, soaring, soaring, soaring…
All the while…
The ghost sucks my nipple. Sucks my fucking nipple.
While Ronan finger fucks me, twirling his tongue over my clit…
My God.
I scream, yell, moan. I say nothing in words, because there are no words.
Even if I weren’t under Ronan’s thrall, I’d have no words to describe the ecstasy that I feel.
“Let her nipple go now, Jean-Pierre.”
The ghost’s lips slip from my nipple.
And as I come down from my climax, Ronan’s teeth tug at my earlobe.
“We’re going to fuck you now,” he says to me in a whisper. “Both Jean-Pierre and I.”
I nod.
“Do I have permission, Mary? To take your ass?”