Submitting to my Ex Uncle-Chapter 188

"You’ve been keeping secrets from me," he murmured, his voice low enough to crawl down her spine.

Celeste tilted her head, her lips curving slowly. "Would you prefer I told you every detail?"

Dominic’s smirk was faint, dangerous. "No." His hand rose, slow and deliberate, until his fingers curled around the edge of her jaw. His thumb brushed her bottom lip, pressing lightly until it parted for him. "I’d rather discover them like this."

Celeste’s breath caught, her body arching instinctively into his, but his grip tightened on her jaw. His mouth hovered over hers, dangerous with restraint.

"You’re trembling," he whispered.

Her laugh was soft, teasing, but it wavered. "Am I?"

"Yes." He leaned closer, his breath warm against her cheek, and then, with a sharp motion, he stepped back. His hand fell from her jaw, but his eyes didn’t release her. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

He took off the ribbon, and reached for a blindfold. The fabric ran through his fingers with the same reverence he’d shown the feather earlier. His eyes, however, stayed locked on hers.

"Stand up, and turn around."

Celeste’s lips parted. She obeyed. She stood up, and turned her back to him once more, and lifted her chin slightly.

Dominic stood up from the bed, and stepped closer. The blindfold slid down over her eyes, the silk soft, cool, and absolute. Darkness swallowed her vision. Her other senses sharpened instantly.

The sound of his breath, the faint scrape of his shoes against the floor, and the electric heat radiating from his body was what she used to ground herself.

"Perfect," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. "You’re mine now."

A shiver tore down her spine. She could hear the faint metallic sound of something being unhooked. A moment later, the cool bite of leather encircled her wrist.

Her pulse leapt.

"Dominic..."

"Hush." His tone silenced her instantly. He bound her wrists together in front of her. The leather strap was soft but firm, locking her into place. He tugged once, testing it, and the pull sent a thrill straight through her.

Then he stepped back, and she heard the faint swish of movement. The feather.

The plume teased across her bare shoulders, tracing down her arm, and slipping along the exposed skin of her collarbone.

Celeste gasped, every nerve flaring at the contact. The blindfold had stripped her defenses away. She couldn’t see him, and she couldn’t predict where he would strike next.

The feather trailed lower, over the swell of her breasts, and across. The satin gown stretched tight against her. Her nipples hardened instantly beneath the fabric.

"Dominic..." she whispered again, a plea hidden in her voice.

He chuckled softly. "So responsive. You’d think I’d been starving you of touch."

"You have," she breathed.

Dominic smirked. That was a bold claim, considering they had sex just last night. Well, he accepted whatever claim she sets out.

The feather vanished, replaced by the sharp crack of a paddle against her thigh. The sound echoed, sharp, startling. She gasped, her knees buckling slightly. The sting was immediate, with a rush of heat flooding her skin.

"Dominic!"

He laughed, dark and pleased. "That wasn’t even hard."

She bit her lip, her body trembling under the mixture of pleasure and pain. The paddle came again, this time across her ass, the sound was sharp, and the sting got deeper. Her breath stuttered out, and her thighs clenched together involuntarily.

"Say it," he commanded, his voice rough.

Celeste’s lips parted, her breath shaky. "More."

The paddle struck again, and again, until her body was vibrating with the dual rush of sting and need. When it stopped, she sagged slightly forward, her wrists straining in the leather strap.

Dominic’s hand replaced the paddle, his palm smoothing over the heated skin he’d just punished. His touch was almost tender, soothing the sting even as it reminded her who had put it there.

"Good girl," he murmured against her neck. His teeth grazed her skin, and her breath caught again.

Then, without warning, something else pressed against her thigh. A soft hum, low and insistent.

Her breath froze.

Dominic chuckled. "You feel that?"

It was a vibrator, small and merciless, buzzing against her skin. He traced it along her inner thigh, higher, higher, until it brushed the edge of her panties. She gasped, her hips jerking.

The toy pressed against her clit through the fabric, and she cried out, her knees buckling. The vibration was sharp, relentless, and pulling her body taut with sensation.

Dominic held her steady, his arm wrapping around her waist, keeping her from collapsing. "Stay still," he ordered.

"I can’t," she gasped, her body twisting under the onslaught.

"Yes, you can." His voice was calm. The vibrator circled her clit, pressing harder, and faster. Her moans grew desperate, spilling out uncontrollably.

Her orgasm threatened already. It came too soon, and too sharp. She bucked against the toy, chasing release.

And then, just as she teetered on the edge, the vibration stopped.

"No!" she cried, her voice breaking.

Dominic smiled, enjoying the sheer look of pleasure on her expression. "Patience, Celeste. You’re not allowed yet."

Her body shook with denial, her thighs trembled, and her clit ached for what he’d stolen away.

Dominic pressed a kiss to her ear, his lips curved into a smile she could feel. "You’ll come when I tell you to. And not before."

Celeste was shaking, strung so tight she thought she might break. The blindfold sealed her in darkness, and every sound, every movement of his body was magnified.

Her lips parted, ragged breaths spilling as her thighs clenched around the ghost of a pleasure he’d just stolen.

Dominic kissed her cheek with tender softness. "I love the way you beg without realizing it," he murmured. His fingers brushed her lips, pressing on it until she opened for him. She tasted the faint salt of his skin, and the faint hum of control behind the way he touched her.

Her wrists strained against the leather, helpless, and useless. He’d locked her in beautifully. She would be beautifully unfinished tonight.

The vibrator clicked alive again, low, and teasing. Celeste gasped, her entire body bowing as he dragged it back over her clit, tormenting her through the soaked satin of her panties.