He sets me on my feet in front of the four-poster bed. He looks up to the horizontal post above my head, then to my feet and disappears to the wardrobe. He comes back with my black stilettos and bends to put them on my feet.
‘What are you, Prince Charming now?’
‘I’m just giving you what you asked for, princess.’ Smouldering, hooded eyes meet mine. I’ve no idea what’s going through that complicated mind of his but I can’t wait to find out.
He stands and slips the silk belt of my kimono, pulling meinto him. I lift my hands to his neck but he places them back at my sides. ‘No touching. Your rules.’
He pushes my kimono back over my shoulders to the floor, leaving me naked in my heels, then draws his fingertips up the sides of my body painfully slowly, before lifting my hands above my head. Goosebumps form on my skin as he wraps the silk belt twice around each of my wrists then threads it around the bed frame, binding my arms. I tug gently. They’re secure.
The only other time he’s gotten kinky in this way, I was the catalyst, too. I came home from Harrods with bags for me and one bag for him, containing a corset and stockings. I’d dressed in them and the new heels he’d bought me for Lara’s party. I’d lain out on his chaise longue waiting for him to come to me. The thought of that night, how he blindfolded me and made me feel and smell everything intensely, has me squirming, my chest lifting and exposing my breasts.
He takes a step back and scrutinises his work. ‘Perfect.’
He removes his tie. I know where it’s going. His mind has conjured up the same memory as mine. I bite down on my lip to suppress the tension building between my thighs as he moves to the bed behind me and passes his tie across my eyes, knotting it at the back of my head. I’m nervously waiting. Vulnerable and desperate but anticipation making me wild. I can hear him moving around the room but I can’t see a thing. Everything goes silent, then Shakespeare’s Sister’s ‘Stay’ fills my ears.God,this is sexy as hell.I’m already squirming, craving his touch. I let my head hang back, my arms pulling on the silk belt.
He starts with my toes. Soft, tingling feathers. They move up my lower leg in slow, controlled swirls. I swallow the desire that’s built in my dry throat. The sensation climbs, circling my thigh, working higher. He reaches my hip, so close to where I want him, and my back arches so I’m tugging on my restraint.
My breathing quickens. The strokes move to my navel and spiral torturously up my abdomen. The feathers move in a soft line between my breasts, up my sternum. My muscles tense, my lungs unable to function. I silently beg him to move to my breasts and gasp when I feel the feathers tickle the full perimeter of my plump flesh then caress my nipple. I moan, my chest rising towards him, and I feel my clit swell, tingling. I shuffle my feet further apart. The desire to have him inside me is overwhelming. Every nerve ending in my body is coming to life.
This facet of him – the one that’s dark and draws out a side of me I’ve never known – is as irresistible as the knight who kissed me under that tree against the backdrop of the setting sun.
My lungs fill with air when the feathers move to my shoulder and slowly down the length of my arm, finding places I’ve never been touched, driving me insane. He circles my wrist then pulls the feathers through my fingers, a most oddly sensual feeling. I’m completely under his control, bared to him. And instead of feeling exposed, I feel hot as hell.
The tingling glides to my neck. My arms yanking at the bed frame. The feathers caress my heated face and move down the skin of my throat, then my opposite arm, before coming back to my other breast. He draws a circle around the hard end, pausing as I pant and writhe. This is crazy but it’s happening. He hasn’t even touched me. I haven’t felt his lips. I haven’t felt his skin on mine, yet my hips are lifting as my insides begin to tense, my muscles crying out to feel him. I lick my lips at the thought of him naked in front of me, his erection waiting to fill me.
The caresses move across my waist.
‘Please.’
I can’t take any more. The feathers trace my hip then strokemy thigh, swirling around my lower leg, down to my foot. He draws the sensation through my toes and draws a line straight back up my thigh.
Now. It has to be now.
My head is fogging, my insides are pulsing. Then he does it. He draws a line straight down my centre, the feathers answering the prayers of each frantic nerve in my sex and I scream his name as my legs go weak and an orgasm shudders through my body.
‘I love watching you come for me, Scarlett.’
Jesus, the sound of him saying my name has me writhing again. I want him inside me. I want him to continue the heady euphoria of my climax. I need to feel him come inside me.
‘Gregory, let me feel you.’ My words are barely audible.
The tie is pulled from my eyes and I open my lids, rewarded with a look of desire.
I take in the sight of his proud, angry erection against his stomach and groan.
‘Fuck your rules!’ He lifts my thighs around his waist and rams himself into me with a bark. I cry out with sheer pleasure, my painful yearning satisfied. He holds us still for a moment, taking my weight. I let him settle his throbs then move my hips, needing to feel him. He draws out and drives back in relentlessly until we’re both on the edge.
‘Please, Gregory!’ It’s one continuous orgasm but my insides are crying out to peak again, to feel the high.
‘Come for me, baby.’
The most profound climax rips through every vein in my body and I implode. ‘Gregory!’ As I scream his name, his hips buck, pushing him brutally deep.
His teeth clamp down on my shoulder as he bursts inside me.
Once his breathing has returned to normal, he holds me up with one arm, pressing our sweaty chests together. He unties my wrists with his free hand, my limbs falling around his shoulders, weightless.
‘How did you do that?’ My words are weak mutterings into his neck. I don’t need to look to know he has a smug grin on his face. Right now, I don’t know whether to hate the other women he’s been with or be grateful for the many skills he’s acquired, the skills he uses to show me a new world.
