“Good taste,” Matt said with a nod before he snatched it up and draped it around his neck. As he tied it in a casual knot, I couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
“What do you think?” he asked. “Doesn’t a man look sexy in just a tie?”
My gaze swept over him—naked except for that strip of silk—and damn if he didn’t look like every fantasy I’d never admitted to having. “You’re right,” I said as heat curled in my belly again.
He chose another tie then—a bold red—and approached me. As he wrapped it around my neck, his fingers brushed against the choker he’d given me earlier, sending a shiver down my spine.
Once the knot hung loose at my collarbone, I looked up at him through my lashes. “So now I’m part of your tie club?” I quipped.
“You look cute with a tie on,” Matt observed.
I snorted at that. “Just cute? Not sexy?”
Matt leaned in, his breath brushed against my lips, a prelude to the storm. “You’re both,” he whispered, voice laced with a desire that made my insides twist deliciously. “Cute and sexy.”
And then his mouth crashed against mine in a passionate kiss that made my head spin and my heart do somersaults. I was lost in the intensity of it, consumed by the heat that only Matt could ignite within me.
As he pulled back, the corners of his lips turned up in a grin that could only mean trouble, his eyes were dark with promise.“How about we try something a little rougher?” His voice was low and suggestive, sending shivers down my spine.
Excitement zipped through me like lightning, and I nodded before I could second-guess the flutter in my stomach. We kissed again, another searing connection that had me forgetting everything but the man before me.
So lost was I in the whirlwind of our lips tangling together that I didn’t notice the shift, didn’t register the movement behind my back until Matt released my lips with a soft pop.
I blinked in surprise as I realized my hands were bound behind me with one of his silk ties—a deep emerald green that contrasted sharply with the lingering heat on my skin. “Restraining me?” I questioned, raising an eyebrow even as a thrill shot down my spine.
He kissed me once more—a brief touch of lips—and when he spoke, his voice was laced with mischief. “Restriction can be fun,” he assured me, brushing his nose against mine. “Just say ‘stop,’ and I will.”
I squirmed slightly, testing the give of the silk at my wrists. Unsure? Definitely. But what was the harm? The thought of not being able to touch Matt as we made love stirred a strange excitement within me.
We kissed again, fiercely, and I found myself yearning to run my fingers through his hair, down his back, across every inch of him—but I couldn’t. And damn if that didn’t turn me on even more.
Then I felt it—Matt’s hand on my cock—and God, it felt incredible. His touch was masterful, knowing just how to stroke and tease to drive me wild. But then both his hands were on me—moving me—and the sensation… it persisted.
It wasn’t until I felt both of Matt’s hands on my hips, positioning me, that I realized something was off. Glancing down, I saw it—my cock wrapped tightly with another tie.
“What the hell?” I blurted out, staring at the improvised bondage.
Twenty
ANDY
“Didn’t I tell you, pet?” Matt purred, his voice a low rumble that shot straight to my core. “A man looks sexy with a tie on, especially down there.”
My gaze dropped back to the sight of my cock, standing proud and damn hard, wrapped in one of his ties like a bizarre, erotic gift. The fabric was snug, a vivid contrast against my heated skin. It looked ridiculous and hot all at once, and I knew coming was going to be damn near impossible. My breath hitched as I realized just how much Matt was toying with me—how much I was letting him. That sneaky bastard.
“You’re going to make this damn impossible, aren’t you?” I muttered.
Matt chuckled, leaning in to brush a featherlight kiss across my lips. It was a soft gesture, at odds with the wicked glint in his eyes. “I’ll stop if you ask, pet,” he said softly, his breath mingling with mine. “You know I’d never force you into anything you’re not comfortable with. But I’ll be sorely disappointed.”
The implication that I might not be able to handle it was a challenge I couldn’t resist. I was no quitter, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to be the one to back down now. My pride reared itshead, and before I knew it, I was saying, “It’s fine. I can handle it.”
The smile that spread across Matt’s face was equal parts delighted and devious. “I’m glad to hear that, kitten,” he purred, his gaze roaming over my bound form with undisguised hunger.
As I sat there, my hands secured behind my back and my cock ensnared in silk, all I could do was surrender to the sensations Matt so expertly provided. And Matt, the beautiful bastard, took full advantage. He was both gentle and insistent, his touch skilled as he navigated my body with an almost worshipful care. I was at his mercy, a willing captive to his every whim.
Matt kissed me, soft and sweet, a contrast to the restrained passion humming between us. His kisses trailed down my neck, sending shivers across my skin, and I arched toward him, wanting more. Every touch, every brush of his lips, was like a spark igniting the desire coiled tight in my core.
I wanted—no, needed—to respond, to run my hands through his hair, to feel the weight of his body against mine, to grind my cock against him. But I was trapped, ensnared by my own desire and the restraints that kept me from giving in to it.
