Page 127 of Bid For Me
“Good girl,” he praises, and then he strikes again, harder this time, the sting sharper and more pronounced. My body jerks, the pain giving way to an intense rush of pleasure that leaves me gasping for air.
The sensation builds, each strike sending me higher, until I’m trembling, every nerve ending alive, my body teeteringon the edge. His fingers twist my nipple sharply, and the combination of pain and his dark, commanding presence pushes me over.
The moment crests, and my world fractures into something untouchable, something infinite.
“That’s it,” Seb says, his voice thick with pride and hunger. “Let go for me, Elle. Let me see you come apart.”
The release is overwhelming, a tidal wave of sensation crashing through me, leaving me breathless and undone. My cry echoes in the room, raw and guttural, as every inch of me shatters under his touch.
“Again, angel. Give me more.”
I do, again and again, as his hands continue to guide me through the storm, each touch, each word pulling me deeper into him, into us.
The sensation crashes over me again, and I lose my breath. It’s like being struck by lightning, the jolt searing through every nerve ending, setting my skin aflame. My body clenches, thighs trembling, toes curling against the floor. A hot, pulsing ache unfurls low in my belly, rippling outward like a stone dropped in water, each wave stronger than the last.
I can’t think, can’t see, the blindfold turning the world into an expanse of darkness lit only by sensation. My chest heaves, desperate for air, as heat pools and spreads, filling me to the brim until it spills over.
Sound warps, every gasp, every groan of mine, and every murmur of Seb’s praise, muffled and distorted, as if coming from underwater. The rush of my pulse drowns everything else, a steady thrum in my ears that matches the beat of my heart.
The air feels electric, heavy against my skin, cool where it kisses the places Seb hasn’t touched, blazing hot where his hands have left their mark. My legs threaten to buckle, but the rope holds me firm, a grounding anchor as my body spasmsagain and again, caught in the relentless ebb and flow of pleasure.
Sparks of sensation shoot through me, concentrated in my nipples and the sting of his strikes. It’s too much and yet not enough, each contraction wringing more from me than I thought I could give. I am utterly undone, weightless and shattering, falling into pieces I never want to put back together.
And through it all, his voice, a lifeline in the storm. “That’s it, Elle. Feel it. Take it all. You’re mine.” His words wash over me, soft and commanding, pulling me back even as I fall deeper, grounding me in the safety of his hands.
“Bas, please!” I cry once I finally catch my breath. “I need you. I need to feel you inside me. Don’t make me wait any longer.” I don’t care that I’m begging, that I must sound unhinged in my desperation. Tears well in my eyes and I blink hard behind the blindfold to keep them from falling. My legs feel like they’re about to give out and I just want to lie down andhave sex already.
Seb growls low in his throat, a sound so raw it sends a fresh shiver racing down my spine. His hands find my hips, steadying me, and he presses his body flush against mine. The heat of him, the sheer power in his frame, is overwhelming, and yet it’s everything I need.
“You’re so desperate for me, aren’t you?” His voice is dark, teasing, the edge of his dominance still razor-sharp. His fingers dig into my skin, just enough to make me gasp. “Begging so sweetly. Do you know how much I love hearing you like this?”
“Please, Seb,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “I’m yours. I need you to take me. Now.”
He chuckles, the sound laced with satisfaction. “Good girl. Keep begging. Let me hear exactly how much you want me.”
“Please,” I plead again, louder this time. “I need you, Bas. I’m aching for you. I can’t take it anymore.”
He hums approvingly, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “That’s what I like to hear. But you don’t give the orders tonight, Elle. I do.”
I whimper, my body trembling, barely holding itself upright. He must sense it because his hands slide down to the backs of my thighs, lifting me effortlessly. My legs wrap around his waist, and I feel the press of him against me, hard and insistent through his pants.
“You’re so wet,” he murmurs, his lips trailing down my neck. “So ready. I can feel you soaking through the lace.”
“Then take me,” I beg again, my head falling back as his teeth scrape over my pulse point. “Please, Bas. I need you inside me. I need to feel you.”
“Patience, my little temptress,” he says, his voice molten. “You’ve waited this long. What’s a few seconds or minutes more? Or maybe I should make you wait hours…”
I open my mouth to protest, but he silences me with his lips, claiming mine in a kiss so deep, so consuming, it steals what little composure I have left. His tongue tangles with mine, the kiss wild and unrelenting, leaving me breathless and dizzy.
I feel the shift as he carries me to the bed, laying me down with tenderness. His hands move swiftly, undoing the ropes that frame my body, his touch deliberate and reverent.
“I need to see all of you,” he says, almost to himself, his fingers tracing the indents the ropes left on my skin. “Every mark. Every part of you that’s mine.”
“Yours,” I whisper, and the word feels like a vow, an anchor as he strips off the last barriers of fabric between us.
The cool air kisses my overheated skin, and I shiver, not from the cold, but from the anticipation coiling low in my belly. I reach for him blindly, finding his shoulders, his chest, his hair, needing to touch him, to pull him down to me.
“Elle,” he growls, his control finally snapping. “I’m going to take your blindfold off now. I want you to watch. Keep your eyes on me the entire time. I want you to know it’s me ruining you.”