Chapter 10
Our game is all I can think about. I spend my days counting down the hours until Verit and I can play again. We are a tangle of limbs in sheets, addicts chasing new highs. It took Verit a few tries to become accustomed to the new power dynamics, but once he did he quickly grew to enjoy the game as much as I do. We spend most of our nights together, occasionally preempted by meals at the expensive restaurants he frequents, but more often our shared time is spent entirely in the bedroom. We never go to his place, though. I ask about it once, but he just vaguely claims that I wouldn’t be comfortable there.
I don’t tell Noelle all the details of our arrangement, but she knows I’ve been spending more time with my K. She’s warmed up to the idea of him since his extravagant gift, especially since I let her borrow it once, but is still obviously unnerved by the situation. We avoid discussing it outright, which while not an ideal solution, is a decent band-aid fix. I’m having an insane amount of fun with Verit, but I know that our time together is temporary, and in a way, I feel our affair will probably peter out before I’m forced to figure out how to properly address the issue with Noelle.
On my way home from work, I pass a lingerie shop. I walk by this place every day, but this time a new display in the window catches my attention. A pair of wicked red panties are paired with a bra composed exclusively of strategically placed straps, and the whole thing has a sexy bondage feel. The price tag makes me pause, but if I’ve ever had a reason to own expensive lingerie, this is it.
With the black shopping bag hanging from my elbow, I text Verit to come over tonight, unable to wipe the naughty smirk from my face.
When Verit arrives, I greet him in a silky robe. He raises an eyebrow at the look, and I immediately lead him to the bedroom. It’s my night.
“Get on your knees.”
Verit obeys instantly, dropping to his knees on the plush carpet with a muffled thump. He looks up at me through long lashes, eyes bright and hungry. I circle him slowly, tracing his clavicle, shoulders, back with only the very tips of my fingers. His skin is warm and soft, but he still shivers at my touch. One side of my mouth flicks up in a quick smile, only when I’m out of sight. I stop in front of him, his eyes level with the meeting of my hips. Still, his gaze remains fixed on my face.
“Look at me,” I insist as I untie my robe and toss it aside. His eyes flick down obediently, and I watch the thirsty smile cross his face as he drinks in my new lingerie. Oh my god, I can’t believe this is my life now.
I take another step forward, closing the distance between us. Verit reaches up, but I swat his hands away before he can touch me.
“No hands.”
Verit pulls back for a second, lowering his hands, glancing up at my face again. His eyes are still starved and greedy. Then he leans forward. Soft lips press against my left hipbone, then my right, and then a wet tongue traces the lacy line drawn between. My breath catches, and I bite back a gasp. He teases the scarlet g-string until he catches it in his teeth, and pulls. It’s a slow journey down my thighs, past my knees, then the silk drops to the floor silently.
He blows on my pussy, the slightest pressure that somehow feels both cool and hot, and this time I can’t help but let out a ragged breath. A grin plays across his face for a moment, a split second of self-satisfaction, and then his lips are against my flesh.
I cry out as his tongue teases my clit, sagging back against the bed. Verit grabs my ass with both hands and pulls me forward, closer against him, nails digging into my flesh. I grip his head for support, burying my fingers into his soft curls.
“Make me come,” I say softly, but he continues to tease, so I repeat the order more forcefully. “Make me come, Verit.”
He obeys, catching me as I sag forward, legs gelatinous beneath me. He licks my folds gently until I’ve recovered. I pull him back up to his feet, guiding us both to the bed, and fetching the pair of cuffs from my nightstand. The leather restraints, a recent purchase, can’t realistically contain Verit, but they put up a better fight than the cheesy pink fur cuffs that he snapped about two nights in. I wind these around the bedpost and secure them on Verit’s wrists, pulling them tight enough to make him growl. God, every sound he makes vibrates through me like a symphony.
“Careful, kitten,” he says, in that honey liquor voice of his.
I shut him up by pressing my fingers between his lips. He immediately sucks them in, pulling hard until I gasp. When I withdraw the digits, I place them between my legs, and start rubbing my own clit. A deep rumble emanates from Verit again, and his arms pull unconsciously at the restraints, his eyes fixated on my careful ministrations.
“Shh,” I say, moving faster. “Just watch.”
The sight of him hungrily watching me makes me moan, and before long I’m riding out my second orgasm of the night, which I’m sure won’t be my last.
“Ari,” Verit gasps hoarsely beneath me. “Let me touch you.”
I release one wrist, and with inhuman speed Verit has flipped us and is pushing me into the mattress, his body heavy on top of me, restraints still hanging off of one wrist.
“It’s my night,” I protest faintly, as his erection presses against my ass.
“Yes, but I know what you want next,” he says, lining his cock up against my entrance, and pushing into me ever so slowly.
I can’t argue with that, moaning as he withdraws partially and thrusts in again, my inner walls clenching around his girth. Soon enough I’m screaming into my pillow as he comes inside me, fingers grasping desperately at his thick arms as he fills me up. How is it that every time we fuck it’s the best sex of my life, and the next time still tops it?