With My Breath (Lose My Breath #1)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I brace myself as Casimir carries me out of the Gala, my body light atop his broad shoulder as we make our way down the sidewalk. I’m quivering with need as I imagine Casimir whipping me. I know Ayanna said that walking in on Casimir whipping Tianna was something she would never forget, but I can’t help myself. I want Casimir. I want him to have me in every way he desires. I’ve always found BDSM exciting and have even made myself cum to BDSM porn. What better way to experience it than in real life?

Casimir sits me gently down on the sidewalk, his eyes burning into me as he tightens his grip around my waist. A fancy black limousine pulls up in front of us, and I watch as the driver gets out and makes his way around the car.

“Will Don not be taking us home today,”

I ask as the limo driver opens the door.

“Don is handling something for me. Now get in.”

Casimir’s voice is raw, and he shuffles me into the limo before I have the chance to ask any more questions. The privacy screen is already closed inside the limo, and I scoot my body to the side, allowing Casimir to slide in with me.

Limos seem roomier than I remember. Of course, the last time I was in a limo was for a friend’s bachelorette party several years ago, and there were ten of us.

The divider is already up, blocking us from the driver's eyes.

I run my hands across the cream-colored interior and eye the tiny little bar and mini fridge next to it, my eyes barely meeting Casimir’s as he slides out of his tux jacket and rips off his gold bow tie.

My tongue swipes across my bottom lip while I silently question if I made a mistake. The look in Casimir’s eyes, the raw desire that’s emitting from them, I have never seen before, and I question my limits as his arm swoops me across his lap.

His cologne smears into my nose as he tilts towards me. “Don’t worry; I won’t do anything with objects until you have signed the contract.”

Casimir’s voice is low, and his sapphire eyes scorch into mine as his hand glides across my shoulder, sliding up to my neck and yanking the nipple chain necklace four times back-to-back.

Sparks of pain stirred with pleasure spur through me, my clit stinging in anticipation as juices leak from my pussy.

“Casimir,”

I moan, secretly wanting more as my body becomes addicted to the throbbing pleasure swelling my nipples.

My nipples are soar, and as he moves to unzip the back of my dress, my body trembling uncontrollably.

“I said I would punish you,”

He rasps as he drags the dress down my slender frame, the expensive fabric dropping into a gold puddle on the limo floor as he brings me atop his lap. “This body, my God, this chocolate, soft body.”

Casimir’s palms smooth across my skin, the contact quaking me with desire as his eyes shift admiringly across me. “You are so beautiful. You have no idea how beautiful you are to me.”

He cups my bare breast in his palms, juggling them and thumbing the already tender nipples around the clamps. My eyes slam close as I begin to grind my pussy against the erection throbbing in his slacks, loving the feel of his dick rock hard between my thighs.

Casimir catches me in a fiery gaze as he yanks the nipple chain necklace once more.

“Oh, Casimir.”

I cry out as delicious torture ripples through me, my pussy practically drooling all over his lap.

“How should I punish you,”

He asks as his fingers trace one of my swollen nipples.

I cringe as he yanks the clamp more gently this time, but my nipples are already sore from the many times he has yanked them before, my eyes fluttering open as my throat stretches taut.

“You said this wasn’t my punishment,”

I moan as his hands shape my ass.

“That’s right,”

Casimir murmurs, his eyes running across my abdomen and then to my gold thong.

I quake as one of his fingers plays with my clit through my thong, his sapphire eyes bleeding into mine as he moans.

“Maybe I won’t allow you to cum.”

I whimper at the notion, my clit pulsating against his touch just before he steals it away. Casimir refusing to let me cum will be worse than any punishment. My body is on fire, and I need the release.

“Please,”

My mouth calls out as my eyes weaken into his.

“You defied me. Why should I allow you to cum?”

There is a hint of amusement in his statement, and I grow impatient as the lust flourishes inside me.

I push my body forward and begin rubbing my clit against his chest, but he stops me. Whimpers leave my lips as he turns me swiftly, settling me on my stomach across his lap.

I swallow at the position. Obviously, I am aware of what is to come.

“God, your chocolate skin is an aphrodisiac,”

He murmurs as his hands slide across my ass.

I swallow again, my body quaking as more juices soak the seat of my thong.

“OH,”

I let out as unexpected finger slips beneath the string of my thong, his hot skin gyrating inside my pussy but drawing out quickly. Too quickly, leaving me hungry with need.

The sounds of Casimir sucking his fingers play in my ears as his free hand smooths across my ass again. Pop . I jump at the stinging sensation across my ass cheek, my pussy drooling from the pleasurable pain.

Pop. Pop . My body jukes again as his palm slaps across my other ass cheek. A loud moan comes from above, and my pussy, without my command, grinds against Casimir’s thighs, my thudding clit aching for contact.

Casimir jerks me upward, forcing my clit away