Mid Life Love: At Last (Mid Life Love #2)(50)



My heart fluttered and I lifted my head forward. “Please untie me...”

He didn’t answer so I repeated myself.

Nothing.

”Jonathan?” I called his name again and tried to tilt my head back, but I felt him pressing a buzzing vibrator against me.

“Did you pack one of these in your suitcase?” he whispered into my ear.

Yes...“No.”

“Are you sure?” He held me steady with his other hand. “The infamous purple one was missing from your closet the other day...”

“Were you planning to use it on yourself while I was gone? Patiently awaiting the opportunity?”

He trailed the vibrator around to my stomach and pulled me back against him, letting me feel his hardened dick against my skin. “I thought we agreed on no self-pleasure either...” He softly bit my shoulder. “You’re cheating on me with a vibrator?”

My voice caught in my throat as he trailed his other hand against my sides and up to my bound wrists. He started to rub his palm against the rope, chafing my skin.

“Jonathan...That hurts...”

He continued rubbing against it, forcing the bristles to slowly tear into my flesh, and he suddenly stopped.

I heard a clanking noise above me—the harsh sound of metal grinding against metal. Then I felt my body slowly tilting to my right—turning and turning until I was upside down with my entangled fingertips grazing the floor.

I looked up and saw Jonathan standing in between my legs, and I swallowed. “What are you doing?”

He snatched my panties off and slipped his tongue in between my legs, making me cry out.

Ignoring my moans, he held a strange bottle over me and squeezed it—letting the warm liquid drizzle all over me.

I shut my eyes as blood rushed to my head, as he dipped his head low again and teasingly slid his tongue into me. I started to relax as he established a torturous rhythm: probing his tongue in and out of me, swirling it against my clit, French kissing my lips...

I felt my insides quivering, begging for more, but he stopped.

I looked up at him in confusion—longing for him to continue, but he laughed and grabbed something off the table.

Before I could say anything, he smacked my ass with a leather whip. Hard.

I screamed out and he smacked it again. And again.

“This is what you honestly like?” He placed the tip of the whip between my legs, tapping it against my swollen lower lips. “I’m not going to turn you right side up unless you tell me the truth...Is this what you like?”

I didn’t answer. I just moaned as he dropped the whip to the floor and positioned his dick against me.

I braced myself for the much needed sex—using what little control I had to flex my hips, but he grabbed my waist and held me still.

“Do you know how hard it is not to f**k you right now, Claire?” He rubbed his dick against me—back and forth, again and again—but not entering me.

I scraped my nails against the floor to deflect some of the pleasure, and tried not to cry out in utter frustration.

I failed.

“Please, Jonathannnn...”

He slipped two fingers inside of me, groaning once he felt how wet I was. He slowly slid them in and out, making both of us moan with each deep stroke.

I shook my head and bit my lip, begging him to stand me up and f**k me, but he answered each of my pleas with a tender kiss against my thighs.

He continued to torture me with his fingers, and my thoughts became hazy; I started to feel familiar tremors traveling up and down my body.

“Ohhhh, god...” I started shaking—convulsing, getting ready to let go. But he didn’t let me cum.

He flipped me right side up in seconds and looked into my eyes.

Holding the vibrator against my clit, he brought his face close to mine and whispered. “How would you like me to finish this?”

By f**king me...

“I can’t read your mind.” He lied, smiling. “How would you like me to finish this?”

“By f**king me...”

“With my mouth?”

“With your dick...Now please.”

“I don’t think it would be special if we had sex right now...” He moved the vibrator away and my insides continued to throb in tortured pleasure. “It wouldn’t make us feel intimate...”

“Please...” I pleaded with my eyes and I could tell he was about to give in. I tried to push myself forward so I could kiss his lips, so I could convince him that I needed this, but he stepped back.

“After we’re married.” He kissed the tip of my nose and pulled his pants back up, leaving me panting and utterly lost. He freed my legs from the weights and slowly untied the rope from around my hands.

I fell into him and told him to take me back to my suite, but he lifted me up and laid me on the table, flat on my stomach. I didn’t even bother asking why. I was too frustrated.

I shut my eyes and vowed not to speak to him for a while, but I suddenly felt him placing warm stones down the center of my back. “Talk to me...” he whispered.

“About what? Sexual frustration?”

“If that’s what you want...”

I sighed. “Did my friends see you? Do they know that you’re here?”

“No.” He kneaded his hands against my sides. “They were way too drunk to pay attention to anything. I had Greg take them back to your villa so they wouldn’t pass out in that so-called club.”

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