“I trust you.”I really do.
“If you change your mind, just say tinsel or something. Okay? Something weird and not what you’d normally say while you’re coming.”
“I’m feeling pretty festive. Imightstart screaming out holiday jargon when I come. You don’t know.” I swallow hard with the first slip of scratchy plastic garland across my thigh, encircling my shaky muscle.
“You won’t,” he rasps. “You won't say anything but my name.”
Nervous energy buzzes through me, and his focus zeroes in on the delicate twisting, knotting, and looping of tinsel—probably harder to make knots with than rope. The feathered ends tickle my bare skin in a way that elevates every graze of his fingertips. In a matter of seconds, he pulls my wrist tight against my thigh, and I involuntarily suck a sharp inhale through my teeth.
“Too tight?” He stops moving, eyes leaving the knotted garland for the first time since he started this process.
“Um… no.” I wave my hand to show there’s no pinching where it’s held tight just above my knee. I don’t have much wiggle room, but knowing I’m unable to pull free has my chest heaving. The tendons in my groin pull taut, creating extra heat and a stretching sensation that hurts so good. “I’m good.So good.”
“I already know this is going to be the best fucking thing I’ve ever done.” He plucks the second strand from his neck and begins the same process on my left side.
When he sits back to admire his work—take in the way I’m spread before him like a fucking Christmas dinner—his Adam’s apple bobs heavily in his throat, and he lets out a drawn-out exhale.
“Holy shit, Eira. Holy fucking shit.” His touch grazes my inner thigh, and I jostle in place at the already heightened sensation. Lucas tucks his thumbs into the waist of his boxer briefs, sliding them down without taking his eyes off me. “You feel good about this still? Tinsel, remember?”
“Yeah, I remember.” I lick my lips. Never mind my own pleasure, there’s something about the carnal look in his eye and the twitching of his fully erect cock. I’m having this effect on him. This insanely gorgeous, funny, god of a man is close to becoming feral, unravelling entirely, at the mere sight of my naked body.
Thatfeels fucking good.
A moan barrels from my chest when his tongue makes direct contact with my clit. My back arches, thighs immediately moving to grip his skull.
His massive palms spread my legs wide once again. “Be a good girl and keep these open so I can eat.”
Whether it’s my hands or my thighs that seem to move by their own free will, it’s hard to say, but as soon as he has me cresting that peak again, my thighs squeeze together in a last-ditch effort for friction. He swats at my skin, the rap of his knuckles stinging my inner thigh.
“As badly as I want to die between your legs—that can’t happen tonight. I’m gonna have to do something about this.” He bites my fleshy thigh. “Maybe I should tie them up some more?”
His eyes wander the room, falling on his discarded pants, and in a flash he’s ripping the belt away. It snaps in his hands, and he waits for my nod of approval before gliding the smooth leather around my ankle. In a sharp jolt, my leg careens toward the Christmas tree.
“Are you tying me to the tree?”
“Better stay still, baby, or this whole thing is toppling down on us.” He smirks, fastening the belt buckle around the tree’s base. “Can you keep this leg under control, or am I going to have to start moving furniture around to find an anchor for it?”
“I got it.”I think.
Not trusting me, the weight of his forearm falls to my thigh, pressing the tinsel into my skin—forcing me to do nothing but sit back and accept pleasure.
Pleasure it certainly is.His tongue starts slow, building in both tempo and pressure, until my breathing happens in short bursts and my back curves against the blanket. Like sinking into a hot bath after a long day, I melt into the orgasm. The binding hugs my flesh, providing just enough support to allow my muscles to relax deeper into the forced stretch.
His tongue continues circling my clit like he’s signing his name over and over. Honestly, he may as well be. He already owns me.
“You’re doing so well, pretty girl.” His lips press to the quaking muscle in my thigh then the sharp points of teeth drag over it, and he laughs under his breath at my gasp. “I love finding new trigger points for you.”
“What?” I whimper.
“The different things I can do to get a reaction. Like for instance, you moan when I do this.” Two fingers disappear deep inside my vagina and, what do you know, a moan claws its way up my throat.
He pulls back out as quickly as he filled me, and sucks my wetness from his middle finger.
“And I fucking love the noise you make when I do this,” he says before leaning in to give my clit a barely there flick with his tongue. Whatever noise comes out of me cannot be described.
And yet again, there’s a new whimpering sound when he presses something to my asshole, teasing the opening gently, with a grin sweeping his face. “That’s a really fun one. If we had more time, I’d love to see what you’d do with my cock filling this tight hole.”
He presses the head against it, letting the slight twitch of his erection rub against my puckered skin until I’m squirming. Not that I’ve ever trusted a man enough to tie me up before, but if Ihad, I’m not sure I’d trust anyone else to toe the line of rubbing his cock over my asshole without trying to slide it in when I’m compromised.
