The One Adored (The One Trilogy Book 3) (28 page)

I do and he eases them backwards towards the corner bed posts, before using the trailing ties to restrain me there. I flex my hands, testing the strength of the of bonds. “They won’t cut off circulation but you’re not getting away.”

I feel a thrill of excitement build from my toes, up to swirl around my belly, flutter over my breasts and wash across my face, causing me to shudder. I trust him implicitly, I want him recklessly and I’m not going anywhere, bound or freed. This man is sex on legs, would look after me like my life depended upon it and would fuck me into oblivion. Why wouldn’t I want to be tied up and ravished?

 
His fingers stroke my upper arms, lowering to brush against my outer breast, I squirm at the feather-light touch, the exquisite sensation a promise of what is to come, his deep voice, making liquid pool between my thighs. “Hmmm. So responsive.”

I quiver as my nipple is covered, his lips suckling, tongue flicking back and forth, before he switches to the other, his hand, locating the now wet nipple, and pinching hard, whilst his tongue laps in duel succession. I arch my back, stretching my body and the position pulls on the ties, a reminder of my anchor. My breasts are pushed out further, thrust into his hand and mouth and his guttural groan is my undoing. “Your body is so beautiful. I want to feel you, taste every inch of you. Fill you.”

Oh my God his words are creating havoc with my nether regions, a film of sweat covering my skin, as I writhe in the bed sheets, his hands moving lower down my body, stoking my stomach, my hips, the valley in my groin but completely bypassing my needy and pulsating clit. He shuffles lower and grips my calf, loosening his hold and stroking a tantalising path to my ankle, my immediate thought is to retract. “Easy, just go with it. I’m going to give you
so
much pleasure, baby. You’ll be screaming my name, over and over. Begging me to fuck you, but I want to cherish you, take you to such heights you’ll be blown away by what your body can experience.”

My sigh of acceptance is all he needs to proceed with his mission and I relax as I feel the same soft satin fabric sliding over my ankle, before it is tied and secured - to the bed?
WTF?
He leaves the mattress, and I test the strength of his work. Nope, I’m not getting away, anytime soon. My ankle is now tied to the bed post and I’ve a feeling it won’t be the only one.
 

I feel the bed dip under his weight again as he joins me once again to take my left leg and repeat the process, as I suspected, leaving me star-fished, completely on show to him. I can only imagine what I look like.
I wish I could see now?

His low grunt of approval is my undoing as I visualise him watching me, my hunger for him escalating in the quiet. “Seb?”

“I’m here, baby. I’m just enjoying the view. God you look so hot. Your pussy is dripping.”

I lick my lips at his dirty words but I know he is right, I can feel that I am wet, I’m so turned on by the process. I feel so vulnerable, yet crave him fiercely and would put my life in his hands, I have such faith in him. So whilst everything inside me screams, ‘no not my hands
and
my feet - please don’t take away all of my control!’ I decide to go with it and give myself up to the elicit assurances of what is to come.

“You’re so tight.” He repeats.

I feel his hands on my thighs and his breath, hot and welcome on my clit before he parts my folds.
 

Oh yes, I made the right choice. This is heaven.
 

“Such a neat tight juicy pussy - I need to taste you.”

He runs his tongue up my opening, and I gasp, jerking against my bound hands and feet. Licking me mercilessly I quiver under his appraisal, thrashing from side to side, desperate to create some movement to rock me into his face.
 

“What’s up you greedy girl?”

“Please…”

“What? Tell me!”

“Lick me.”

“Oh, baby I’m going to lick you clean.”

I sigh in relief, as his mouth fastens sideways over my pulsing sex and does as I ask, pulling and drawing my clit into my mouth, whilst tracing the tip with his tongue, just as I’m about to head off into oblivion, he slips a couple of fingers inside and presses down hard on my g-spot and my body combusts, my thighs giving way as ripple after ripple of pleasure wracks every fibre of my frayed being. The pleasure with this gorgeous man was neverending.

My breathing returns to normal and I open my eyes, seeing his own liquorice blacks staring down at me, filled with fire and love and I pull on the satin ties, desperate to hold him to me. Instead he plants a kiss on my lips and takes my hips, sliding me down the bed towards his engorged cock, my arms above my head, pushing my breast out. I’m scissored onto his body in this position and in one smooth thrust impaled on him. I pull on my restraints, for tension, rocking myself into his movements, my breasts bouncing and watch as his face tenses, veins in his neck visible, as his climax overrides anything and everything at that moment - my name torn from his lips as he collapses onto my stomach.

Our hearts pound, breaths ragged and for several minutes we revel in the feel of our satiated bodies sticking to one another.

Eventually my arms go numb and apologising profusely, Seb unties my bounds, rubbing my wrists and ankles which are fine, bar some light pink flushing to the skin, before we freshen up and curl up in each others arms, within seconds he is asleep.
 

My beautiful, sensual, giving man. I’d worn him out.

I smile as I close my eyes, arms wrapped around him, with his head in the crook of my neck, I could get used to this living together together lark.
 

*******

A few nights later Abby and I have been dropped off by Ralph outside my old address for our girly night out. The air is chilly and I glance up at the darkened windows of the house I’d called home for the past few years. It looked so different now.

Abs links her arm through mine. “Does he get dishier?”

“Who, Ralph?”
 

“Yes, Ralph, the sexy Polish security man - who’d you think I meant?” Abs screws her face up at me.

“He’s handsome in a stern way - doesn’t say much. What’s got into you Abby? What about Nathan?”

“Pfff.”

“I’ll say no more.” I sigh.
 

“Sorry, Lu. Touchy subject. You Ok?” She looks across at me, as I take one last lingering look at the house I bought with Niall five years ago.

“Yeah - the house just looks odd that’s all.”

“Course it does - it’s not yours anymore - well it is legally, but its not home.”

She was right - Finn and I had only been living at Silver Birches for five nights and it already felt like ours.

Two doors to the left of mine, the lively terrace we were about to enter was lit up like a Christmas tree with music spilling out and cars parked on every street corner. Meg’s parties were always fun and throw in some sex-toys and cheap wine and the women came out the woodwork like dogs on heat.

Linking arms we make our way around to the back of the house. Leo’s car is parked up outside and my heart sinks, he must be staying over tonight. Bollocks! I hadn’t seen him since the meeting at work, nearly two weeks ago now. We ring the bell and wait and I pray it won’t be Leo that opens the door.
 

“Come in, come in, party’s is upstairs, I’m just readying the nibbles. What do you want to drink?” Meg wiggles her bottle of half full Rosé at me and I nod smiling at her flashing fluffy headbangers.

“Rosé would be great thanks, Meg. Abs?”

“Mmmm, do you have beer? I fancy a bottle.”

“Yep! Check the fridge. Leo loaded it up earlier, think we have Becks, Sol, alcohol-free?”

“Alcohol-free it is then.” Abs states with a nod.

I raise my brows at her answer. “Seriously?”

“Fuck no! I need to get numb tonight. Need to forget about an annoying certain Silver male.”

“All not going to plan in paradise?” Meg pops open a huge bag of crisps and empties them onto a white dipping platter.

I slide my eyes in Abs direction, not sure what she will say. Meg is great but not so close with Abby and I know the whole ‘Na’ thing is a very sensitive subject right now.

“I’m fine Meg. Just men that’s’all - I’ll never figure them out.” Abs swigs from her bottle thirstily.
 

“Well you came to right place. Upstairs are an array of goodies that will send you to
 
heaven without any need for
real
manly input.”

“Bloody marvellous! What are we waiting for?”

Meg grabs the dips from the fridge and hands a tray to me, before grabbing her own. “There are a few more ladies due soon and then we’ll get the show on the road but let’s go upstairs to the lounge where Eileen is arranging everything out on display.” She heads up the stairs and we follow her, Abs carrying our drinks and we laugh as Meg throws over her shoulder, “Wait until you see the inflatable vibrating sex chair - it took Leo ages to blow it up!”

Abs mutters not-so-quietly under her breath, “That surprises me, he’s full of hot air!”

I whack her on the arm, causing her to spill some of my wine and we giggle together. “Don’t be nasty.”
 

Luckily Meg has already reached the lounge by that point and as we join her, we see that there are a further eight to ten women, all busily chatting in small groups and laughing at the bright pink neon eyesore with the large 12 inch cock in its middle, sitting centre stage.

I smile at this traditional English cottage setting and how it now brims head to toe with all manner of BDSM memorabilia - the two clashed like oil and water but that’s what made it more fun. I could tell it was going to be an interesting night.
 

Meg’s house was an exact replica of my own four-storey terrace but the previous owners had knocked through the wall to the hallway to extend the living room area and it made for a great space. The room was decorated in pale mauves and aubergines, with cream sofas and Laura Ashley soft furnishings. It suited Meg and her two girls perfectly and was extremely feminine. I was very envious of her flooring, where original floorboards had been lovingly sanded, polished and waxed in keeping with the age of the property - something I couldn’t replicate in my own home as the boards had been shot to pieces with woodworm. Looking around I couldn’t quite see Leo fitting in in these surroundings but they really seemed to be making it work - opposites obviously did attract.

“That’s the doorbell, I’ll be back in a Jiffy.” Meg heads out leaving us with Eileen the planner in charge of Honey Pot’s erotica party for the night, her red wine stained lips and teeth a giveaway for her earlier tipple and several other giggling woman currently fixated with a huge black mamba dildo. I’m glad Meg’s daughter’s were out for the night.

Eileen begins her speel about the business, showcasing her ranges. She keeps it simple at first with her light BDSM range, designed in a similar style to fifty shade’s merchandise that was in all the shops now. Lipstick vibby, Handcuffs, eye masks, whips and lubes. You could immediately tell the women in the pack who’d only ever been fucked missionary and with the lights off - their giggles and ooh’s and ahh’s far too excitable.

Abs rolls her eyes. “Hyacinth Bouquet in the corner might be buzzing tonight - her hubby won’t know what’s hit him when she gets home.”
 

I giggle at the thought, taking in her rather prim and proper appearance.
 

Next came the underwear collection, which included sexy lingerie for everyday and also more erotic pieces for the bedroom. There were one or two in there I noticed I’d be tempted to grab for Seb and I for our honeymoon. The Vibrators came next, with Eileen setting off a huge white silicone version, perfect for your g-spot, upon the wooden oak floor boards - it buzzed powerfully away like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever amid gasps and raised eyebrows from the crowd of dry-mouthed onlookers. A myriad of larger and smaller ones joined it, in various girths, textures and colours, silver, rainbow, neon, glass, the list was endless. Abby picks up the more realistic one, wobbling it about and hitting me in the face with it several times annoyingly, the soft realistic veiny rubber scarily like a real cock.