5 Days Left Until Unorthodox Chemistry Launches #BDSM #snippet

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His fingers were tracing down every curve of my body. He left a trail of hot, teasing kisses on my skin and brushed past its most sensitive zones. His warm breath on my sides made me gasp and arch my back, inviting him to taste me, savor me. I tugged against restraints that tied me to the bed, moaned out his name, begged him not to deny me anymore. The blindfold’s silk touch kept me from looking into his eyes while he was playing with me just with the tip of his tongue. Red, biting scars were forming on my wrists as the steel handcuffs were digging into them.

What do you want?” He chuckled and breathed against the apex of my thighs. I was lying spread eagle on the bed, with my limbs attached to each of the bed posts. Vulnerable and at his mercy, just like he wanted me. A hiss of despair escaped my gritted teeth and I cried out. I was longing for his lips to devour me, for his hands to grab my throat and leave their marks on my pale skin. If only he’d ravage me. Bruise me. Fuck me within an inch of my life. Make furious love to me until all the anxiety, loneliness and pain faded as a distant memory.

Instead, he was teasing me with soft kisses, warm breath, and his mocking, seductive voice.

You…” I croaked and arched my body, offering it as a gift. My groans were echoing through the room. Tears threatened to spill out of my eyes. He was so close. So far away, barely touching me. Just an invisible voice, breath and fingertips. “Please… don’t make me suffer anymore, I’ll do anything.”

He continued with his feathery movements up my hipbones, over my breasts and hardened nipples. After ages of sensual torture, he took the blindfold off. His lean, strong body moved on top of mine. I raised my head and met Thomas’ green gaze and mischievous smile. I blinked the tears away and moved my lips in an attempt to kiss him. Did he remember how his teeth would tear at my tongue, part my mouth and claim me?

Thomas didn’t succumb to the invitation. Instead, he pressed his index finger to my lips and moved his free hand to my throat. His thumb was digging into its tender flesh.

Do you trust me, pet?”

Y-yes, Sir, please…”

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