Inflame

He must see the need in my eyes. His hand moves up to cup a breast, his fingers giving it a slow, gentle massage. As he shifts on the bed, he moves so he’s straddling my waist, his boxer-clad growing erection resting against my belly. His dark eyes gaze down at me, and the look of pure, raw desire is u

“So goddamn beautiful,” he whispers as he continues his painful trail up my body.

The wheel flows easily around the curve of my breast, and it isn’t until he pushes the satin material away and circles it around my nipple that I finally cry out in a mixture of both gripping pain and undeniable pleasure. My nipple pebbles at the contact, though Kale stops briefly.

“Too much, baby?” he asks, and he gives me a worrying glance.

I try to bring my hand to his but then remember I can’t as I feel the restraint biting against my wrist. “Not too much. They’re just much more sensitive than usual, and I wasn’t expecting it. Don’t stop, Kale. I’m enjoying it. In fact, I want more.”

A wicked gleam crosses his face, and he nods in understanding. His head comes down to the nipple that’s still tingling from the pins, and he brings it into his mouth, where he lovingly laves it with his tongue. At the same time, he treats my other breast to the same enjoyable torture until it hardens as well before replacing the wheel with his mouth, bringing pleasure to the surface as the pain dissipates.

My breath quickens as he slides it in between my cleavage then moves up as the prickly disc rolls along my collarbone before stopping at the base of my neck. Kale reaches down and slides a free finger in between my legs, barely grazing my clit before he presses down firmly. He doesn’t move it. He just leaves it there as if he’s holding down a button as the increasing pressure begins to build, but it’s just enough to escalate my desire. Involuntarily, my legs try to spread open, but the restraints around my ankles only allow for a couple of inches of movement.

He leans down and presses a kiss to my neck, just below my ear. “Patience, baby,” he whispers as his teeth bite down on my earlobe and he removes his hand from between my legs.

He rolls the wheel up to skim my throat, causing my head to tilt back as he captures my lips with his. His kisses are leisurely, unhurried, and the languid motion of his tongue against mine begins to drive me wild. My body starts to tingle as I feel the wheel dig into my shoulder, slowing moving up my arm at a snail’s pace, ensuring that I feel every single pinprick as it ascends to my wrist. A moan bubbles up in my throat, but Kale’s lips capture it as my body begins to writhe underneath him. His slow, deliberate kissing coupled with the meticulous way he’s sliding the wheel up my arm that’s cuffed to the headboard has me trying to clench my thighs, ready to find some sort of friction. He catches me though, and before I can find relief, he slowly pulls his tongue away from my mouth and lifts up. A small whimper escapes my lips, and although I knew what I was getting into when I started this, I’m more than ready for Kale to finish it.

As the wheel bites into my wrist, just above the restraint, Kale slides a finger between the apex of my thighs, and my breath quickens in anticipation of him finally touching me there. His eyes don’t leave mine as his finger finds my warmth, and they glaze over when he pushes it into me where I know I’m dripping with want.

“You are so ready for me, baby.” It’s not a question, but a statement of fact, and all I can do is nod in hopes that he’ll quickly put me out of my pleasurable misery. “Always so ready for me.”

Without prelude, he plunges two more fingers into me as he rhythmically begins to pump them in and out, simultaneously continuing to slide the wheel over my wrist. With each entrance, the pin moves across my wrist, and with each departure of his fingers, the wheel moves up and down, making a crossing pattern that matches the tempo of his fingers as he fucks me with his hand. My breathing quickly turns ragged, and I struggle against the restraint, which only serves to increase the pain on my wrist as it bites into my skin just as the pinwheel does.

Every few thrusts, he removes his fingers to press down on my clit, and then he leans his head down to give a hard nipple a tug with his teeth, I’m nearly sent over the edge. He brings the wheel down to the base of my belly and lightly treads it across my skin. At the same time he peppers kisses down my belly until his tongue co

His head comes up from between my thighs, and a devilish grin covers his face. He slowly slides his fingers out of me and gives me one last pass with the wheel, pushing down with extra pressure that sends a shockwave of pain throughout my body. A needy sob of desire escapes my lips as he rises from the bed and stands at the edge. His playful smile is replaced with a dark look of hunger as his eyes slowly trail down my body. He licks his lips as I pull against the restraints, my legs still clenched together.

“Kale, please.” I’m panting, ready to beg, but all he does is watch me writhe on the bed as I stare at him with pleading eyes.

Unable to stand it any longer, I close my eyes, bringing my lower lip between my teeth, where I bite down in hopes of helping to combat this lingering feeling of want. Desire’s flowing through my veins, and with every second that passes without relief, my want—my need—for him builds until I can barely contain my emotions.

“Look at me, Lucy,” he growls, and I shake my head, keeping my eyes closed tight.

If he’s going to play with me, to make me wait, then I don’t want to give in to his demands until he’s giving in to the demands of my body. What I don’t realize is that I have no leverage in the matter. He picks up my joined legs and I feel pressure against the bottom of my foot as the wheel rolls over it. The surprise of it has me crying out, and I open my eyes to see Kale holding the stainless steel against my skin, ready to make me come. When my eyes meet his, he gives me a short nod before lowering my legs back down to the bed.

He slowly hooks the edges of his boxer briefs, and my breath hitches when he slides the material down his legs, allowing his cock, gloriously thick and hard, to spring free. As my eyes graze over it, I can’t help my lick my lips when I see a drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip, and I curse my situation as I’m unable to crawl across the bed to lick it away.

Kale climbs onto the bed, where he positions himself at my wet entrance, and just when I think he’s going to sink into me, he slides his length up and down my slit, coating himself in my slickness. Lifting my hips in invitation, I’m finally given a reprieve as he plunges into me with one forceful thrust.

“Oh, God,” I moan as the feel of him brings sweet relief, already on the edge of my release as he fills me fully. I try to grind my hips, but he brings his hand to my waist, holding me still.

Although he’s buried inside me to the hilt, he doesn’t move. Instead, he leans down and peppers kisses along my breasts as he slowly makes his way up to my neck. I realize that he’s not done toying with me and his ultimate goal is to delay my gratification, almost to the point of begging.

“Kale,” I breathe as his tongue slides along my jaw, and he finally gives into me.

As he starts moving his hips in a slow, steady fashion, I close my eyes and feel the pleasure building so intensely. I know it’s not going to be long before I’m shattering around him.

Kale

WATCHING LUCY pull at the cuffs as she tries to get me to move inside her is almost my undoing. When I came in the room and saw her waiting for me, I was nearly ready to come on the spot. Her white nightie is virginal, a beautiful contrast against her protruding belly. The way her darkened nipples were on display for me through the thin material had my mouth watering. I have no idea how I got through teasing her with the wheel, but now that I’m buried deep inside her warmth with her looking up at me with hooded, lust-filled eyes, I know every bit of building her anticipation, and my own, was worth it.