Page 84 of Blossom

They could easily be Ronan’s lips. My hips rise from the bed of their own accord.

“Do you like it?” Ronan asks. “Do you like it when Jean-Pierre sucks your nipples?”

I moan, nodding.

Ronan can’t speak. He can’t speak with his lips around my nipple.

What is happening?

Surely I would know if Ronan were using his fingers on my nipple.

“Good, my lovely Blossom. I will suck the other nipple now. Two pairs of lips on your nipples at the same time, sweet Blossom. I want to hear all the moans. All the groans. I want to know how this makes you feel.”

Then my nipple between Ronan’s firm lips.

Lips, yes. So good. While the other nipple… Someone is sucking on it, pulling on it with teeth.

Both my nipples being tormented at the same time. Have I ever felt anything more luxurious and erotic?

I moan. I want to speak. I want to tell Ronan how good it feels.

But I don’t. I will obey. It’s what I do. I submit.

I obey.

God, it’s torture, not being able to tell him how good it feels. Two pairs of lips on my hard nipples, sucking, licking, tugging.

One pair of lips pops off my nipple. I whimper at the loss.

“You’re so beautiful, Blossom. Your breasts are rosy and flushed, your nipples so hard, your areolas scrunched up. Jean-Pierre will continue with your left nipple, but I’m going to see to other things.”

I don’t know what Ronan is able to do with his fingers. How he’s making it feel like a mouth. How will he continue doing it when he’s between my legs, sucking me? He has long arms, for sure.

But then I forget. I forget reality. And I imagine the ghost of a young Creole man named Jean-Pierre sucking my nipple between his firm, plump lips.

I imagine his big cock. Ready to plunge into me when Ronan tells me it’s okay.

And then I feel Ronan’s tongue between my legs.

Velvety and firm, he licks me. Sucks my pussy lips, twirls his tongue around my clit.

So, so good.

I imagine his cock driving into me while the ghost of Jean-Pierre still plays with my nipples, slides his tongue over my body.

All the while I can’t move my arms, can’t see what’s happening.

I don’t think I’ve ever been as turned on as I am right now. I literally cannot move my arms, so strong are the invisible binds.

I relish the sounds of Ronan eating my pussy. The slurping and sucking is music to my ears, and I lift my hips, grinding my pussy against his stubble, his firm lips, his jawline.

“You taste like a fantasy,” he growls against my flesh, and then he shoves his tongue inside my cunt, and my God, with both my nipples still being sucked, back and forth from one to the other, I’m ready, so ready, but—

“No,” he snarls against me. “Not yet, Blossom. You don’t come yet.”

Yes, sir, I say inside my mind.

Because his command is that powerful, the orgasm stops in its tracks. I stop at the edge of the cliff, my toes digging in the ground.