His one-sided smile said he knew that.
Godsakes, was he going to keep her on the edge for what felt like hours again? Then again, that might not be terrible. The previous night’s orgasm had been the most explosive of her life.
And for me, that is quite the milestone.
She’d never slept better than after being wrung out by this talented and handsome man. The juxtaposition of his public shyness and his private vocal confidence intrigued her, to say nothing of seeing the rest of his trunk’s contents. His creativity also added to his appeal. Or it had until he’d turned it to withholding pleasure.
Before she could complain or beg, his mouth was on her breast again. Setting his teeth to her nipple, he tugged gently. His fingers plucked her other hardened tip for a long moment before he switched breasts.
Beth wanted to clutch him to her, to move his hand where she needed it most, to open his breeches and grab his cock. Her hands grasped at air, their tethers too short to allow her farther than his shoulders.
His fingers feathered over the folds between her legs again.
She moaned and tried to thrust her hips forward despite her lack of leverage, hungering for a firmer touch like he’d used minutes earlier.
He swiped his finger once up her center, his teeth biting her breast.
“Oh.” Belatedly, she realized she’d yet to formulate more than the same exclamation he’d teased her about. Never before had she been rendered monosyllabic. She hadn’t even been coherent enough to express her delight at his nickname for her. No partner had stuck around long enough to bestow a nickname.
The dastardly man raised his head and grinned.
She rolled her eyes. ’Twas time to try a different tack, bound or not. She found her words. “How will you fuck me with these?”
He slid his hands along her thighs and yanked her forward. Her hands and feet did not move, only her bottom, but she had no leverage to gain more pressure, more pleasure.
He raised his brows with a smirk. “Should I return to what I was doing, or would you see any other configurations?”
“No, thank you. I mean, yes, please. Ack, you know what I mean.”
“You did better with the simple ‘oh.’ Let me see if I can render you completely mute. Or better yet, I shall wait until you beg.”
“I can beg. I can beg now. Please?” She batted her eyes at him hopefully.
He ignored her, however, and returned his mouth to her breast and his fingers to feathering light strokes over her most sensitive flesh.
“Robert, please.”
A tiny bit more pressure.
She moaned in response. Her nub hardened, and her nether lips clenched on air, wishing to be breached.
He withdrew.
“Please. I need you. I need your cock.”
“Ah, the lady has specific requests. And where do you want it?”
Her eyes flared. “In me. Please.” No one had made her beg before, dratted man. Why did she like it so much? His control, with bonds and skill and words, was oil on the fire of her lust.
He pulled back again.
Noooo.
As she opened her mouth to beg in more detail, he unbuckled the straps through the chair arms. He held out a hand and, when she put hers in it, tugged her upright then swooped his arms around her back and legs and lifted her.
She clutched at him in alarm. “No, you’ll hurt yourself!” No one had picked her up since she was a child.
“Ha. I fight with leather and tools all day. You are fine. Or do you doubt me?”
