“I’m so getting you back after this.”
“Well then. Maybe I won’t untie you after all.” She tried to look mean, but her lips quirked. That Zoe half smile he’d gotten used to seeing at the gym.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he lied.
“Yes, you are.” She moved back on the bed, so slowly it was like time moved backward. She kept a close eye on him. “Well, you do look repentant, I guess.”
“Mistress, now,” he growled, arching up, seeking her heat as she straddled him once more.
“Mistress, hmm? You remembered my name.” She positioned him at her entrance and waited, the tip of his cock surrounded by wet warmth. Heaven and hell in the same breath.
Staring up at her unbound breasts tipped with berry-red nipples, at her parted lips, those slumberous blue eyes gazing down at him with more than lust, he closed his eyes and committed the experience to memory. God, he never wanted to forget tonight. Ever.
She shocked the hell out of him by slamming down, taking him all the way in.
“Fuck!”
She rose and bore down just once more, and he came like a geyser.
“Yes, yes,” he yelled as she remained over him, taking every fucking cell of desperation, frustration, and longing while he released into bliss. He came forever, letting it all go, and felt groggy when she finally leaned down to kiss him.
He tasted her on his lips and wondered if she liked it. He sure the hell did.
“Oh, baby. You’re so big inside me,” she murmured. “I like it.”
“Zoe. Zoe,” he whispered while she kissed him all over his face. Soft, tender presses of her lips while she cared for him.
He didn’t want her to leave, but she moved off him anyway. She hurried away but returned moments later with a washcloth. She gently wiped his cock, his thighs, then tossed the cloth to the floor. Then she snuggled up to him in the bed.
“Wow. That wasamazing.” He opened his eyes to check out her outfit again. “And what you’re wearing? Never, ever get rid of it. I’m thinking of framing it, minus those nipple covers of course. It’ll go on my wall. Right above my bed.”
“Gavin.” She laughed. “You liked it.”
“Liked it? Seriously? I loved it. I almost came just from looking at you. You are one seriously sexy woman.”
“Thanks.” She ran a hand over his chest, up his still-bound arms. She’d given him plenty of slack. “So it wasn’t too much?”
“Ask me that again, and I’ll spank you.”
She grinned, and his heart dropped to her feet.
“So, I have to know. Is this standard for you? I mean, should I feel special or what? Because kink makes the world go round, and I’m all for it. But did you just do this for me, or is it something you’re into?” He moved his hands. “And while you’re answering that, could you untie me?”
She leaned on her elbow to regard him. “I bought this last week, thinking maybe you and I might put it to use. I like to think of myself as a sensual person, but I’ve never been much into fantasy play or sex, to be honest. It can feel good, but then I’m busy with my life at work, at home, my flowers. I haven’t dwelled on it too much, at least not lately.” She shrugged and turned pink, yet she didn’t look away. “But with you, I wanted to try something else. All that mistress talk. And you turn me on.”
“Have I told you how much I love your bluntness?”
She caressed his arm, lingering over his biceps with a touch that started turning him on again, though he didn’t think that was her intention. “I’m fascinated with your body. I love touching you.”
“No complaints here.” Though she could release him from her bed. He had a quirky notion of her keeping him tied up for weeks as her willing sex slave. Totally worth getting fired from the gym for that.
“You make me want to play,” she admitted. “To do wicked things to you. To see how far I can push you. Sexually, I mean. Because you get me so hot and bothered. It was good to see I make you the same.”
“Never doubt that. It’s been all I could do not to sport wood around the gym for months while you flaunted yourself at me.”
“Flaunted? Really?” She frowned.
“Yep. Even in your professional clothes, looking all starched and neat. I could see that ass begging me for a slap. Or those breasts pleading with me to suck some plump nipplage.” He grinned at her deepening flush. “I want you to make all your shirts with breast flaps like that. You have no idea how much work you could get done if you wore that. No one, at least, no guy, would ever turn down anything you wanted if you wore that.”
