Rather than hiding from love in the name of protecting myself, I’ve embraced taking the risks. Risking my heart was no easy feat, but so far, Jett has proven it to be worth it.
As if my thoughts spoke the sexy devil himself into existence, Jett emerges from our bathroom completely naked and freshly showered.
My fingers tighten on the red box in my hand, wrapped up in a white satin bow.
My heart’s pounding so loud I can hear it in my ears. Why am I so fucking nervous? This is Jett. We’ve had sex countless times. I know his body better than my own, and vice versa, but I’ve nevergiven full control of my body over to…. well, to anyone. Ever. But it’s time.
I trust this man. He would never hurt me. Never make me do anything I don’t want to do. But the thing is, Iwantto do this.
It’s time.
“What’s that?” he asks as he steps toward me, his eyes slowly drinking me in as I sit here on the bed, naked before him.
“It’s for you,” I say, shoving the box into his hands nervously.
His eyebrows pinch together in confusion as he opens the little box. “I know you want control, but no way in fuck sake are you going to–”
“They aren’t for you. They’re for me.”
Jett’s eyes, filled with shock and surprise, shoot up to meet mine. I give him a simple nod, crawling backwards into the bed, keeping my eyes locked on him.
“Iz, are you sure about this?” he asks.
“Positive. I give myself to you, Jett.” As soon as the words leave my lips, the corners of his mouth turn up into an approving grin.
“Is this your way of saying you finally trust me, Beauty?”
“I trust you with every single part of me, yes.”
Not willing to waste another second, he removes the satin bondage ties from the box and makes his way over to where I lay. Gently, he picks up my wrists, one at a time, placing a kiss on each palm before proceeding with binding me to the bed.
“I love you, Izabel,” Jett’s sultry voice whispers softly in my ear as he hovers above me, the head of his hard cock brushing against my clit.
The old me would feel caged in, and out of my element. However, I feel safe with Jett. I actually find myself getting excited for what's to come. Just as my thoughts begin to wander on what his next move will be, he begins peppering kisses down my neck, trailing down my stomach.
“You have no idea how badly I’ve craved to taste your sweet pussy,” he says firmly, his words full of lust as he closes in on my center. “I’m going to devour you.”
Oh fuck.
This has always been off limits for me, but somehow I find myself feeling a rush of pleasure coursing through me at the thought.
Then, his mouth meets my clit, and I’m void of all thoughts.All I can do is feel.Each sweet swipe of his tongue, every time his mouth clamps down. The sensation heightens as he plunges two fingers inside my entrance, sending my back arching off the bed. Due to the restraints, I’m unable to squirm much, and this surprisingly fills me with a sense of thrill.
“Yes, just like that. Harder—” I moan on a gasp.
He pulls back, locking his eyes with mine. “I’m only going to say this once, Beauty, so be sure to listen carefully. Do not tell me how to do my job. Because, baby, I’m about to make worshiping you my religion for the rest of my life. Got it?”
Fuck.Why is that so hot?
“Yes, Sir.”
“Mmm,call me sir again,” he demands, his voice filled with desperation.
“I’m all yours and at your mercy, Sir.” I drag each word out slowly, and Jett’s eyes widen in surprise, right before he lifts himself from between my legs.
Crawling above my body, his gorgeous face hovers above mine.
“Fuck,” he growls, taking me in.
