Caught Up In You 3: Designer Love and Empty Things (Edgeplay) by Jenna McCormick Page A

at all.
     “No, the water is enough. Lube would actually block some of the sensation.”
     “We wouldn’t want that,” I grumble. Though I can’t see his face, I’m sure he’s smiling at my reluctance. A hand glides through my hair, stroking gently as though he’s petting me, soothing me.
     He presses slowly, but insistently and my body finally surrenders. The plug glides in all the way up to the tapered portion, which locks it in place.
     “How does it feel?” he asks.
     “Odd?” I’m not sure what else. My body is adjusting to the sensation of fullness and nerve endings tingle slightly. “How long are you going to leave it there?”
     He ignores my question. “Lie on your back now and close your eyes.”
     I do as he asks, rolling onto my back.
     Connor goes in the other room, and I hear the sound of water running in the sink. Washing away the ginger so it doesn’t burn his skin the way it’s starting to burn mine, no doubt. Closing my eyes only intensifies the sensations.
     On his return I hear him slide open a drawer in the dresser. “What are you doing?”
     Silk skims across my ribcage, such a gentle caress at odds with the sting in my ass. I squirm. The plug stays in place. My pussy is yielding liquid and my heartbeat throbs in my clit.  
     The silk sweeps over my breasts and across my nipples before disappearing. Placing my feet flat on the mattress, I arch up, trying to get away from the sensation that now borders on pain.
     I let out a squeak as one foot is yanked out from under me and my eyes fly open. “What are you doing?”
     “Making sure you keep still.” Connor doesn’t look up from what he’s doing, which is tying my foot to one post with the length of silk. “You’re squirming a lot.”
     I try breathing through my nose, but am finding it difficult to concentrate on anything but the throbbing burn in my rectum. Connor moves to the other foot and yanks it straight. Then he does the same with my arms.
     “You made me promise I wouldn’t let you tie me,” I pant.
     “That was a mistake on my part.” The backs of his fingers skim down my body. “How does it feel?”
     “Achy,” I pant. “Not like illness ache, but need.”
     His fingers brush lightly over my trembling body. “What do you need?”
     “To come.” It’s true, the burn morphs into desire.
     He raises an eyebrow. “Do you think you deserve release?”
     I bite my lip, because I really don’t, but I want it.
     His thumb glides over my mouth, pulling my lip free from my teeth. “What have I told you about this?”
     Our gazes lock and I shake my head. “I can’t, not right now.”
     “I think now is the perfect time.” Without hesitation, he pushes down the waistband of his shorts until his cock pops free.
     I’m dying from the sensations in my lower half and he wants me to suck him off? “I don’t think I can—”
     “You will.” He climbs off me and kicks his pants away. I watch him smooth his hand over the plum colored head of his erection and stroke the shaft. “And what’s more you’ll enjoy it.”
     I clench up when he positions himself over me in classic 69 position. The burn intensifies and I yelp, startled. I’d almost grown use to it.
     Fisting his erection, Connor guides it to my mouth, tracing my lips with the tip. Before I realize what I’m doing, my tongue darts out for a taste. He eases down, guiding his cock into my mouth. The position is awkward but he’s patient while I figure out how best to pleasure him.
     His fingers part my sex lips. “Just look at all that sweet juice. You like this, don’t you?”
     Heaven help me, I do.  
     “I need a taste,” he mutters, lowering his mouth so he can sample my pussy. His tongue darts out and he shifts his hips, rocking his rigid member deeper in my mouth.  
     It’s too much. He’s over me, surrounding me with his heat and his scent. The plug he carved for me fills my ass, his tongue traces my clit,