Undercover

Chapter 57

He squirms slightly as her core comes down to cover his face and it rattles his cuffs against the metal rods of the headboard. As if he couldn't have been any more surprised he suddenly feels something cold against his chest as she works her way down.

Is that a fucking ice cube.

He shudders at the sensation and she chuckles lightly, laying it on his tight chest and pushing it down his body with her tongue. When she pushes it to his groin his hips involuntarily raise at the feeling. He's the one writhing beneath her touch for once and she was enjoying watching him squirm in anticipation.

He wants to say something, he doesn't want to be quiet anymore. He's willing to beg at this point but he can't. His tongue is buried in her and she's grinding against him and anytime he rears his head back she just grinds against him further. He couldn't complain. She was riding his face and he was enjoying it. If she would just take him into her mouth again.

When he can finally feel her breath against the tip of his engorged head he sighs slightly in relief. He thought he was ready, he was so eager for her mouth, but he couldn't have prepared himself for the cold feeling of her lips and tongue against his shaft. It was like a bolt of electricity sending shockwaves through his groin.

He jerks his head in surprise of the sensation and is finally able to mumble a couple quick incoherent words but they're almost muffled by her dripping core. "Fuck Liv!"

She wraps her lips around him again and bobs her head up and down and the feeling stirs something inside of Elliot. He begins tugging at her folds, burying his tongue inside of her with extreme force that sends shivers up and down her spine. She begins to raise her hips and he squirms against the bed posts trying to raise his hands to her ass to pull her back down, but the cuffs don't permit it and he raises his head off the bed to slide into her again.

She feels another orgasm building and removes herself from on top of him. She couldn't let him forget who was in charge even if her clit instantly hated her for it. When she removes her lips from his dick again he feels desperate and eager for her to return and when she doesn't the sensation almost pushes him over the edge instantaneously.

Without warning she straddles him and lowers herself down onto him and he grunts loudly in surprise and ecstasy. He had wanted to be inside of her all day. She stills herself and doesn't move for a minute. Knowing-feeling that if she did he would quickly finish. She gives him a minute to compose himself. "Don't you cum yet baby." She demands and he almost does feeling all too turned on by her being in control, by her ability to deprive him of what he wants at any given moment.

After a few moments she begins slowly riding him. She grinds her hips back and fourth slowly sliding him almost all the way out before thrusting forward again. He fills her up and she can feel his tense muscle tightening inside of her. "I said don't cum." She reminds. "Fuck." The word falls out of his mouth like butter as his head falls back in pleasure. She angles her hips forward and bounces up and doesn't and she can feel his pressing against her cervix he's so deep inside of her. He begins thrusting his hips up into her and his cock head begins rubbing her g-spot.

He can feel her slick velvet walls tensing around him. "Does that feel good baby?" He bites off and she lets out a moan. She begins running her nails down his chest, clawing him, hard, hard hard enough that it's leaving marks. But the way he's moving his hips his dick is rubbing her g-spot and the friction of the angle is rubbing her clit and it's beginning to push her over the edge.

Goddamn this man is a god. I tie him and he still finds a way to flip the tables and pleasure me.

Her orgasm comes like a tidal wave ripping through her core and coursing through her entire body and when she begins clamping down on his dick he almost instantaneously cums. "Please Liv." He begs. Asking for permission to finally relieve himself. She rocks her hips despite her earth shattering orgasm. "Cum for me Elliot." She inevitably moans and it breaks up the syllables of his name. "Fuck!" He roared as he thrusts into her hard and deep and releases the load that's been burning him up for hours.

He's spent, he knows it, she knows it, his dick knows it and begins softening inside of her. He feels intoxicated, he feels high as the orgasm continues splintering through his body, he can feel it like a million zaps to all of his nerve endings.

She raises herself off of him and when her hips shift to the side as she slides off he rubs against one of her walls again. "Mmm" he whimpers slightly at the sensation. He begins squirming against the posts again and the sound of the metal clanking together fills the silence in the room. "Can you take these off now?" He asks, his arousal slowly falling away and being replaced with a need to reclaim some of his dignity. The cuffs that had turned him on suddenly feeling like a cloak of embarrassment.

"Only because you were such a good boy." She smiles and slides his blindfold off. Hes taken by surprise by how much he enjoys the praise. Suddenly not caring about the cuffs, he'd even stay in them if she kept cheering him on like that.

He wasn't sure why but her appraisal was like a warm blanket he could drawl around himself.

When she finally undoes the cuffs from around his wrists he winces slightly in pain and looks at his wrists. Deep dark marks impressed into his skin where they had dug in.

The night has been an emotional rollercoaster but what completely took him off guard, what rocked him to his core in a way that made him feel guilty, in a way that he would never admit, was he had derived quite a bit of pleasure from the feeling in his wrists and the pain that she had inflicted.

What the fuck is wrong with me he slides his thumb across the tender skin and glances up at Liv who is none the wiser.