His Forbidden Mate
Part 44

“Take off your clothes, Edward,” I said with a very firm voice, despite how nervous I felt.

He obeys, grabbing his coat and shrugging it off his shoulder. He yanked his shirt off and tossed it and the floor, leaving him naked from the waist up. My eyes followed every movement, anticipating and not wanting to miss anything, and it became an uncontainable desire. I undressed as well, getting rid of the dress I had on. His hand quickly undid his trousers, and they dropped off, leaving him naked before me, hard and delicious.

I closed the space between us and my lips locked on his, my body pressed against his, feeling him throb against my stomach from need. This fuelled my want for him and knowing I could do whatever I wanted to do to him felt oddly empowering.

I place my hands on his shoulders and trailed my touch over his inked arms. He has spoken about how he got his many scars. He had pushed boundaries past the point that he should. He had never let me touch them and had always caught my hands and moved them away in the past. With the permission he just gave me, I knew that won’t be the case today. I felt the scar on his shoulder and I heard his breath hitch, but he didn’t push my hands off, nor did he move away. I saw this took a lot of courage and I felt beyond happy that he was choosing to be this vulnerable with me.

I guided my legs behind him and my hand trailed the ink on his upper shoulder down his back, and I heard his short whimpers. My hand dropped to his waist, not failing to hear his shaky breath or his heavily pounding heart.

I leaned in and kissed his shoulder where his scar was, and he shivered against me. I littered and trailed k****s on his, wrapping my arms around his from the back, and I heard him sigh. Then I placed my head against his back and we stay like that for a few minutes, saying nothing, just wrapped in a tender embrace that communicated more than words could utter.

I unwrapped my arms from around him and took a step back. “What name would you like to be called?”

“I’ve always loved it when you call my name,” he answered with a musky voice. He was emotional, and I just wanted to wrap my arms around him and let him stay in it all night, but we needed to get this out of the way first.

I needed to take care of him.

“Okay, Edward, get in bed,” I commanded, and he wasted no time before climbing into the bed.

I wanted to mount on his hard and throbbing c**k, but he had surrendered himself to my care and I couldn’t be so selfish to think about myself alone. He was the centre of attention tonight, and that didn’t sound so bad. My eyes lingered on him, a smile coming onto my face.

He saw it and it spark up his curiosity. “What is it, mistress?”

I shook my head and drew closer to him on the bed, “Nothing, I just think you’re beautiful, perhaps the most beautiful man I have ever seen.”

He rolled his eyes, but his cheek heated, and he looked away from me. “Not sure about that, but I guess I should say thank you. Now please don’t leave me hanging, mistress. I want to come while being touched by you.”

I got onto the bed and straddled him. I leaned in and kissed his lips, snaking my tongue into his hot mouth. He responded, kissing back fiercely and wrapping his hands in my hair to deepen the k**s while his other wrapped around my bare waist.

I pulled back instead, making his eyes snap open in surprise. “No touching,” I strictly told him, despite craving for his touch. Letting him use his hands would take my focus from him, and I’ll only think about myself.

He nodded and his hands fell to his side, and my body grew cold, mourning the loss of his touch.

We kissed again and this time he let me lead. My lips strayed from his to his cheeks and jaw and neck, kissing and licking his skin, paying keen attention there while my hands touched, trailed and caressed his toned body. I heard him m**n, a thick and tortured m**n, and it fueled my confidence.

My lips moved over his shoulder and then his inked left arm, kissing tenderly as I moved on to the right.

I settled between his legs and I pecked his lips before pulling away and dragging my hand down to his throbbing e******n. His muscles there tighten as he awaited my touch, but I didn’t give him what he so much wanted. I trailed and ran my hand beside and around him and I saw his attentive gaze on me, wanting me to touch and relief him, but I did not give him what he wanted.

“Mistress!” he called out, much restraint in his voice, and I knew what he wanted to say.

My gaze locked on his and I glided my hand down to where his balls were and his eyes grow wide in expectation, but I pulled back and he shuddered. My right hand slid over his tightened stomach, up to his nipple, and they harden to my touch. I twisted and pluck at them, watching him m**n out my title. Watching him writhe with tortured pleasure while keeping his hands to himself just like I asked gave me more satisfaction than I thought possible. And as far as taking care of him was concerned, I found greater pleasure in this than anything else.

“You will not touch me, will you?” he asked, his deep voice wracked with desperation.

“You’ve been a good boy, Edward, so you deserve a reward.” I wrapped my right hand around what I could hold of him and slowly pump, dragging less stroke after another, making him hiss.

“This is not reward, this is punishment,” he growled, his eyes glowing yellow with a silver ring around them.

He was doing a lot to keep his restraint, and I saw that. “You’re doing great, Edward.” I picked up the pace and leaned in to close my lips around his nipple while stroking faster. His breath hitched, and he m****d out in pleasure. I twirled my tongue around it and this must have made him snap because he wrapped his fist in my hair as I continued working my lips around his hardened nipple and he thrust his length into my hand.

His breathing tightened, and I knew he was closing in with a few more thrusts and just as I predicted, he exploded after a few thrusts, his release coating my hand. I pulled away and moved up to k**s his parted mouth. He responded although being breathless.

I broke the k**s, wiping my hand against his sweaty forehead. “Do you want to cum in me?” I raised a brow.

He bit his lips and nodded. “Mistress! Yes.”

I got on top of him, grabbing his sensitive but sightly hard c**k in my hand and hearing him drag a breath in response. Slowly I moved my hand around him, feeling it pulse in my hand and come back alive, harder than ever. There was no going back from here. I gripped him tightly and settled my weight on him, sinking into his thick length.

He sighed loudly, his eyes staying on me as I rose and dropped on him.

“Oh, yes.”

His hands moved to take hold of me, but I held them back, grinning at him. “No, my rules. No touching.”

“Yes, mistress.” He tucked his hands back and rested his head on them.

I g*****d, rubbing myself while grinding on him. It took all his effort to stay restrained and not launch at me hungrily, and I felt a sense of pride.

“You want to touch me?”

“So bad, mistress.”

I kissed his lips and moved his hands from behind his head, placing them on my h**s while we kissed deeper. He held me tight h**s and trusted harder and faster into her, making me breath cut a few times in my throat.

Something about this act now, when all the cards were on the table, felt different. There was a sense of belonging that created a tighter bond than I have ever felt for him. It made me feel happy and also afraid. And though I don’t know what exactly it is, but I want to hold on and make it last.