Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

I close my eyes. A lone tears slips from one corner and
slides over the bridge of my nose.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
I whisper, “You know I am. Forever.”
He exhales, presses the softest kiss to my shoulder, then
pushes me onto my belly.
I lie quaking on the bed with my eyes squeezed shut as he
rises, flicks on the lamp, and opens the dresser drawers. He
opens the drawer on the bedside table, too, then the mattress
gives with his weight.
He ties my wrists together and to the headboard with my
stockings like he did last time, but doesn’t cover my eyes with
the scarf.
Reading my mind, he says, “I need to see your face.”
I hear a spurt of liquid, then his hand slides between my
legs. It’s slick with lube. He works it all around my cleft,
sliding his fingers over my clit and inside me as I lie still,
hyperventilating.
He slides his fingers between my ass cheeks and lubes me
there, too, oh so gently.
The hum of a vibrator makes me suck in a startled breath.
Then his voice comes in that dark, intoxicating tone of
command.
“Use your colors, Natalie.”
He presses the vibrator to my clit.
All my muscles tense. I pull against the restraints. It’s an
automatic reflex, and one that makes him growl in pleasure.
“That beautiful ass. God, look at you.”
He smooths his hand over and around the curve of both my
butt cheeks. The other hand works the vibrator between my
legs.
I’m starting to sweat.
When he slides the vibrator inside me, I groan.