When I’m with You (Because You Are Mine #2)(70)
Author: Beth Kery

“Keep still,” he soothed at the same moment that he gathered her breasts in his hands, pushing them together until the nipples were just inches apart. He ran his thumbs over both peaks, staring at her heatedly, before he scooted back farther over her thighs, leaned down, and slicked his tongue over both nipples.

“Oh!” she cried out sharply, her pelvis flexing upward, the action purely instinctual to alleviate the sharp stab of arousal that shot through her pussy. Her bottom came up several inches off the bed. Her thighs brushed against his heavy cock and balls. He continued to massage her breasts in his hands and lick and suckle her nipples. She watched, spellbound by the image of him sucking on the tip of one breast, then the other. She twisted against the delicious weight of his cock and moaned in a fever of lust, all the time distantly aware that she must be careful of her fragile bonds.

Still, she writhed in restrained bliss.

“Put your beautiful ass back on the bed or I will punish you,” she heard him say as if from a distance. The edge of his tone penetrated her arousal. She sunk back onto the bed, missing his heat and heavy, rigid cock. He continued to play with her breasts for the next several minutes, his actions deliberate . . . ruthless, driving her into a frenzy of excitement. Her nipples grew exquisitely sensitive and swollen with his relentless ministrations. By the time he inserted one deeply into his mouth and sucked hard, lightly pinching the other one, she was desperate.

“Oh, please. Please stop it, Lucien,” she moaned, grinding down her ass against the mattress. He’d been right before. She didn’t crave pain, but this sort of hurt was a heady rush. Despite her plea, he continued to suck and pluck at her nipples and squeeze her flushed breasts until she thought she’d scream. She thrashed on the mattress. “Oh, I’m going to come,” she muttered, sounding as incredulous as she felt. She didn’t know it was possible to come by having a man treat her breasts with such rough, sweet love.

“You don’t have my permission,” he said gruffly, his mouth less than an inch from an erect nipple. “You must be still. I’m preparing your breasts, making the nipples ready.”

“For what?” she asked in a strangled voice.

But he ignored her and continued with his task, sucking at her nipples until the cool lake wind had no effect on her fevered body. She grew mindless with excitement, twisting and moaning beneath him. She gasped in protest when he raised himself slightly, his lips damp and his expression rigid.

“You have to be the most sensitive, hot-blooded . . . irrepressible female in existence,” he muttered thickly.

“You make that sound like a bad thing.”

“It is. You are going to break your pearls,” he replied curtly, his gaze flashing to her face. His expression softened. “It’s also a blessedly good thing.”

She smiled, panting softly, watching him dazedly as he grabbed for something on the mattress. It took her a moment to recognize the velvet pouch. It had slipped out of her lap when he removed her gown. She’d felt the weight of it earlier and knew there was something else in it besides the bracelets, but had been too preoccupied with Lucien’s lovemaking to comment on it.

Lucien tipped the bag and more sapphires and a platinum chain spilled into his large hand.

“Oh . . . it’s beautiful,” she said, her eyes glued to the unique piece of jewelry. He opened it and held it up for her avid gaze. The top part looked like it went around the neck—an exquisite necklace of filigreed platinum interspersed with dozens of gleaming, half-carat sapphires. She’d known she was correct about her assumption when Lucien knelt over her and looped the necklace portion around her throat, fastening it. The unusual part was the two chains that dropped vertically six or seven inches below the necklet. Another chain was looped between the two suspended metal ropes, and several sapphires were suspended from it.

“What is it?” she asked, bewildered as she watched him pinch a tiny, flexible loop that was attached to the chain.

“The necklace has a nipple chain attached. You can remove the chain and merely wear it as a necklace,” he explained. She moaned softly when he slipped a stiff nipple into the tiny loop. “I just have to twist this sapphire—like this—and the loop tightens.” Her eyes sprang wide when the metal loop narrowed, pinching at her nipple. Lucien studied her face raptly. “It should pinch, but not be unduly uncomfortable. Is it too much?” he asked quietly. “I can loosen the loop.”

She shook her head, too amazed and aroused to speak. She couldn’t stop staring at the erotic sight of her pink nipple surrounded by the metal loop. It was tight enough to create a focused, mild sting. The pressure and slight abrasion was highly exciting. She felt her pulse began to throb in her nipple. She experienced an overwhelming urge to feel more friction on the highly sensitized crest. Her breathing started to come erratically as she watched him attach the joined chain to her other nipple. When he was finished, the delicate chain hung in an arc between her nipples.

Lucien sat back and inspected her, his face rigid and shadowed. The dark pink tips of her breasts were very erect, but they seemed fatter than usual, the loops causing increased blood flow, plumping them. She bit her lip to stifle a moan when she saw his cock lurch against his cotton pants.

“Here, let me help you,” he said, putting his hands on her back and lifting her from the pillows. “Sit up slightly. Let the chain fall free between your breasts,” he commanded.

She moaned in stark arousal when he repositioned her so that she leaned partially upright against the pillows and the chain hung free between the tips of her breasts. The sapphires attached to the nipple chain acted as erotic weights, pulling gently at the taut peaks. Her clit twanged sharply. She whimpered and jerked her hands in the delicate wrist restraints, wincing.

If she hadn’t been bound, her hand would be on her pussy right now, trying to staunch that stabbing ache.

His stare leapt to hers, and she knew he’d noticed her reaction.

“It feels good?” he asked huskily.

“In a weird way, it feels fantastic,” she whispered, bewildered by her powerful response to the nipple chain.

A smile flickered across his lips. “You have no idea how beautiful you look.” He reached up and gently plucked at one of the center sapphires. She cried out at the tug on her nipples, clenching her thighs together tight. Lucien appeared rapt by her reaction. He gently knocked at another sapphire.

“Lucien,” she groaned feverishly. Her hips twisted on the mattress. She was desperate for pressure . . . for release from this sweet torture.