Page 33 of Resisting the Temptation (Broken Shelves #3)

I hum. “Yes. Have you ever used them before? ”

“No, Sir.”

A slow grin makes its way onto my face. I like that this is another first of hers I’ll get to have.

I hold up the handcuffs. “Hands above your head, Dulzura. ”

She complies, putting her wrists together above her head.

I climb up so I’m straddling her waist and situate the cuffs over her wrists.

These look more like leather wrist cuffs than handcuffs, lined with a fuzzy pink material so they aren’t as harsh on her delicate skin.

They have a snap button that’s easy to undo in case she needs me to release her quickly.

I open the discreet compartment on the headboard that holds a lead with a clip that will trap her hands above her head.

Once she’s clipped, she gives an experimental tug.

“Are you comfortable?” I whisper, leaning close to her ear.

“Yes, Sir.”

Satisfied with her answer, I grab the bottle of honey from where I set it on the floor by the bed. I hold her gaze as I pop the cap and drizzle the warm, thick substance on her collarbone, over her chest, and down her stomach.

She gasps as the honey hits her skin, and I tear my gaze away to watch the golden liquid slowly slide down her ivory skin.

I replace the cap on the bottle and toss it to the floor before leaning over to lick up the honey settling on her collarbone.

I groan when the flavor of Emma mixed with the sweetness of the honey hits my tongue .

“Fuck, Emma. Honey doesn’t even compare to your sweetness, but damn does it taste good on your skin.”

I lick the trail of honey down to the top of her tits, laving away the amber liquid and making her squirm. When I get right above her nipple, I suck hard enough to mark her skin, and she whimpers and moans at the sensation, squeezing her thighs together, seeking relief.

Knowing she’ll be wearing my mark around our coworkers, even under her clothes, fills me with pride. I want to leave one on her neck where they can see, but I know I can’t. Not yet.

I move my mouth to cover her nipple, swirling my tongue around the drops of honey on the hard little bud.

Once it’s clean, I keep licking and sucking.

I need to get it as hard as possible so I can use the clamps.

Once her nipple is ready, I grab one end of the clamp and close it around the pink tip.

“Oh,” she gasps, arching into my touch.

I give the same treatment to the other nipple, making sure it’s stiff enough for the clamp to secure around it.

Once both clamps are in place, I give the chain connecting them a gentle tug. “How does that feel, honey?”

“So good, Sir,” she moans.

“Look at how lovely your breasts look, Dulzura. I think they’d look particularly stunning with jewels pierced here.

” I tug on the chain again. “Or maybe some beads with my initials, hm? So everyone knows who they belong to. Every time you’d see yourself naked, you’d be reminded of who owns your pleasure. ”

God, that thought is hot.

I flick each nipple again with my tongue, then make my descent down her body, licking up the remaining honey and tracing every valley, curve, and swirl of ink with my tongue and lips.

When I get down to her mound, I gently nip at it, causing her to squirm.

I spread her pussy lips apart, growling when I find she’s already wet and her clit hard and ready for me.

“There she is. Such a needy little thing. Do you need me to kiss it better, honey?”

“Please, Sir.”

I give the nipple clamps another tug as I lick between her lips and swirl my tongue around her hard clit. She bows off the bed with a yelp at the sensations, and I groan as I finally get a taste of her again.

So fucking sweet.

I usually like to play a little, build her orgasm slowly, but since she’s looking to turn her brain off, I plan on giving her as many orgasms as she can handle, so I won’t be taking my time tonight.

I let go of the nipple clamp chain and insert two fingers into her as I circle my lips around her clit and suck.

I pump my fingers quickly against that spot inside of her, and her answering moans are like sweet, sweet music.

The chain on the hand cuffs rattles as she tugs on them, trying to move her arms. I grin against her cunt at the frustrated whimper she makes.

I pop off long enough to say, “Come for me, Dulzura. Make a mess of my sheets.”

Then I dive back in.

As soon as I give her permission and give the nipple clamps another tug, she detonates.

My fingers slow but don’t stop as I reach up and tug off each nipple clamp .

The blood rushing back into her nipples should make them tingle, adding to the stimulation I’m giving her pussy.

“How are your arms, Dulzura? ”

She blinks, glancing up to where her wrists are still attached to the headboard.

“They’re fine, Sir.” She wiggles her fingers to prove her point.

“If you need me to take them off, you let me know.” It’s a command, not a question. She responds with an affirming nod.

I pick up the bullet vibrator and turn it on. My fingers—which are still inside her—start to move quickly again. Her body jolts as the vibrations hit her clit, and she tries to close her legs, but I keep them open with my shoulders.

I thought since she’s already had one orgasm, I’d have to work harder for another one, but I was wrong. After just a few minutes, her pussy pulses on my fingers, and her moans pick up. I press another finger into her and work them harder on her sweet spot.

“Oh, fuck. Sir, please, can I come again?” she whines.

“So good for me, asking so politely. Go ahead and come for me, honey.”

I up the vibrator’s intensity, and she comes with a harsh cry, “Ben!”

Not “Sir.”

Ben. I should punish her for forgetting to use the honorific, but I can’t find it in myself to be upset she said my name.

“Fuck, yes. That’s so beautiful, honey. Look at how wet you’ve made the sheets. Such a slutty little pussy, taking three of my fingers,” I murmur as her pussy pulses through her orgasm.

When she subsides, I pull my fingers and the vibrator from her, turning off the device and tossing it on the bed somewhere.

Her pussy is glistening with her cum, and I can’t stop myself from leaning in and licking it up.

“God, you taste so good. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

I flick her clit again with my tongue, and she gasps, “I can’t, Sir.”

“You can’t what, Dulzura? ”

“I can’t come again, Sir.”

I look up at her from between her thighs and give her a sinister smile. “Oh, honey. We’re just getting started.”