Page 21 of No Right To Love You (Winter of Love #6)

January

There is a room available for us and Ocean carries me into the room like he did on our wedding night. He hasn’t said a single word, but I know from his demeanor that he’s ready to play. He’s ready to switch things up. Once I’m set in my feet, Ocean shuts the door.

“Strip.”

While the music isn’t as loud as it was in the area where everyone else is enjoying themselves, it can still be heard here.

Without question, I unbutton his suit jacket and let it fall to the floor. There’s nothing else to remove because I know he wants me in my heels. Ocean smooths his hair back, something he does when he’s trying not to lose control, even though it’s slicked back into a low bun.

“Tie yourself to the St. Andrew’s cross, just your feet and then put on your blindfold.

Come reach in my pocket and get the blindfold.

” Ocean commands without saying anything else.

I walk over and slip my hand into his pocket, but I brush against his hardened dick.

Ocean shuts his eyes and groans, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth.

“Come on, baby,” he groans and wraps his hand around my throat, squeezing a little but not too tight.

“Don’t fuck this up for us. I’m trying to give you what you need bad and fuck you right.

I don’t want to rut you like an animal. Let me sweep you off your feet while I tie you up so your feet don’t ever have to touch the ground. Be good, marionette .”

He walks over to the small table in the room as he removes his cufflinks, his shoes, and his socks. Ocean shrugs out of his dress shirt and the way it falls off him causes me to release a soft moan. I love watching him strip and he knows that.

“Get on that fucking cross, marionette . Don’t make me punish you further. Follow these strings that your master has set for you.”

“Yes, Mr. M.”

I do as I’m told, and I go to where he tells me to. While he watches me, I tie my ankles first then place the lace blindfold over my eyes obscuring my sight, but I can hear his footfall.

When Ocean steps into the role of Mr. M my desire spikes even more because every noise, every sound, every single thing he does is what drives me crazy.

My heart beats to the sound of his footfall until I can feel his chest against my nipples teasing me.

He breathes just loud enough for me to hear but not to where it can send me down that spiral.

I feel his thigh as it comes up between my legs as he hikes me up a little more so that he can tie up my wrists.

The material of his dress pants rub against my clit making me shudder.

“You’re rubbing up on me like you’ve lost your mind, January. Mmm.” He groans in my ear then bites down on my shoulder, scraping his teeth down to my nipple as he guides his fingers from my palm bringing it down to my elbow.

His mouth captured my nipple making me moan loudly.

His hands continue and he slaps the inside of my thighs and before I could get used to the sting of it, he dips two fingers inside of me.

He doesn’t give me reprieve as he adds an extra finger making me want to bite into something.

He’s giving it to me so good and rough I get dizzy.

He pops my nipple out of my mouth then flicks it with his tongue.

“Mr. M…” I moan his name and he doesn’t stop for a moment with his fingers. As I get close to cuming, Ocean pulls his fingers out making me almost feel like I’m losing my mind.

“Oh!”

“You know what to scream out when this happens.” He slaps my pussy. “Don’t fuck with me.”

“Yes, Mr. M.” I moan louder and he chuckles because he grips my pussy in his hand.

“I love you, baby. Remember that, okay.” He whispers in my ear before he takes my other nipple into his mouth making me see stars.