Chapter 200

Chapter 200
Claire's POV

I smirked, shaking my head even though he couldn’t see it. “Not yet. We’re just getting started.” I lowered my mouth to his chest, my lips brushing over his nipple before I sucked it gently. His sharp intake of breath made my pussy throb, and I pressed my body harder against his abdomen, feeling the heat of his skin against my soaked folds.

“Fuck, Claire,” he muttered, his voice strained as I flicked my tongue over the hardened bud. His hips shifted beneath me, the bulge in that tiny thong rubbing against my thigh. I could feel how wet I was, my arousal coating his stomach as I rocked against him just a little.

I pulled back, sitting up so I could drag my breasts over his chest, letting the soft weight tease his skin. I hovered over him, my nipple brushing his lips. “What about this?” I asked, my voice dripping with challenge. “Want a taste?”

Daniel didn’t hesitate. His mouth opened, and he latched onto my nipple, sucking hard. A jolt of pleasure shot straight to my core, and I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “Oh, yes,” I breathed, arching into him. “That’s it.”

His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, and I felt my whole body tighten with need. But I wasn’t ready to let him take control. Not yet. I pulled away, ignoring his frustrated groan, and straddled his waist again. “You gotta say the right words, Daniel,” I teased, my hands sliding down his chest. “Tell me what you just sucked on. Say it. Is it my breast? My nipple?”

He grunted, his jaw clenching again. I could tell he was fighting the urge to resist, but the way his cock twitched under that thong told me he was losing the battle. “Claire,” he said through gritted teeth, “don’t play games.”

I laughed softly, leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Come on, Dan,” I murmured, using the nickname for the first time. It felt intimate, raw, and I saw the way his body reacted to it, even blindfolded. “Say it for me.”

His breath came out in a harsh exhale, and after a long pause, he finally gave in. “It’s your breast, Claire,” he said, his voice rough with need. “Your nipple. Put it back in my mouth. Please.”

My heart skipped at how he begged, and I grinned, running my fingers through his short hair. “That’s better. But I want more. Call me something sweet. Something close.”

Daniel’s head tilted again, and I could feel the tension in his body as he wrestled with himself. “Baby,” he said at last, his voice softer now. “Darling. Come here.”

The words hit me harder than I expected, a rush of warmth spreading through my chest. I lowered my breast to his mouth again, and he took it eagerly, sucking with a hunger that made me moan out loud. His lips and tongue worked over my nipple, sending waves of heat straight to my pussy. I pressed myself harder against his stomach, my wetness slick against his skin, and I couldn’t hold back the sounds escaping my throat.

“Enough,” I gasped after a moment, pulling away. His frustrated groan only made me smirk as I slid down his body, my hands trailing over his abs. “Let’s play another guessing game. What’s down here?” I teased, my fingers brushing just above the waistband of the thong, feeling the heat of his cock through the fabric.

Daniel’s hips jerked slightly, and his voice came out strained. “Claire, stop teasing. I know what it is. Your pussy. I can smell how wet you are.”

A thrill shot through me at his bluntness, and I laughed, low and husky. “Wrong answer, soldier,” I said, using the nickname to spice things up. “Guess again, or I’ll have to punish you.”

He groaned, his head falling back against the headboard. “Fuck, Claire. Just touch me. I can’t take this.”

“Oh, you’ll take it,” I said, my tone playful but firm. “And you’ll love every second of your punishment.” I tugged the thong down just enough to free his cock, thick and hard, already leaking at the tip. My mouth watered at the sight, and I didn’t hesitate. I wrapped my lips around him, taking him deep, my tongue swirling over the sensitive head.

“Shit!” Daniel hissed, his body arching off the bed as much as the ties allowed. His hands strained against the silk, the headboard creaking under the pressure. I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks, tasting the salt of his precum as I worked him with my mouth. His moans filled the room, raw and desperate, and I felt a surge of power knowing I had him like this—helpless, at my mercy.

I pulled back just enough to speak, my lips brushing against his shaft. “Is this a good punishment, Dan?” I asked, my voice thick with lust. “You like it when I suck your cock like this?”

“Fuck, yes,” he growled, his voice breaking. “Claire, it’s so good. Don’t stop.”

I chuckled, licking a long stripe up his length before taking him in again. “A punishment that feels this good? I must be doing something wrong.” I bobbed my head faster, my hand gripping the base of his cock, stroking what I couldn’t fit in my mouth. His breathing turned ragged, his thighs trembling under my touch, and I knew he was close.

But then, out of nowhere, he rasped, “Stop. Claire, stop.”

I froze, pulling off him with a wet pop, my lips swollen and tingling. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, looking up at his blindfolded face. “What’s wrong?” I asked, my voice sharp with concern. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” he panted, his chest rising and falling fast. “I just… I don’t wanna come like this. I want you. Not just your mouth. I wanna feel you around me.”

A smirk tugged at my lips, and I climbed back up his body, straddling his hips again. My pussy hovered just above his cock, so close but not touching. “Oh, Dan,” I teased, my tone light but wicked. “If I broke you, I’d just have to find someone else to play with.”

His head snapped up, even with the blindfold, and his voice dropped to a dangerous growl. “You dare try that, Claire. You fucking dare.”

I blinked, caught off guard by the raw possessiveness in his tone. My heart raced, a mix of thrill and surprise washing over me. I hadn’t expected him to react like that, and damn if it didn’t make me even wetter. “Relax, soldier,” I said, my voice softer now, but the heat between us was still burning. “I’m not going anywhere.”