She cocks a brow, the corner of her mouth lifting. “Please?”
“It wasn’t a request.” With my tie in one hand, I lean down and slide my hands up the length of her body. I’m inches above her as I crawl until my face is above her chest.
I stick my tongue out and flick it across the swollen, peaked bud, then I blow across it. A sweet moan climbs up Selene’s throat, and she tilts her head back, exposing her neck. “Look at me.”
She obeys.
“About what you said at the Opera House.” I kiss her breast, all the while keeping my eyes pinned to hers. She’s breathing heavily, caught in a trance. She’s trying hard to keep it together, but so am I.
Selene’s used to maintaining this image she’s created for herself, but I love seeing her drop her walls for me.
“What did I say?” she pants.
I drag my teeth across her nipple then kiss her again. “About your lies.”
“I… I don’t remember,” she stutters, squeezing her eyes shut.
I pull her nipple into my mouth and suck.
Her eyes pop open, and she wiggles beneath me.
My cock is throbbing, aching to be inside her.
I suck hard, puckering my lips before pulling back as her nipple pops from my mouth. “You’re lying again.”
She wraps a hand around the back of my head. Her nails scrape against my scalp. “I asked you what you were going to do about it.”
I smirk. “That’s my girl.” I grip her breast and squeeze, pulling her nipple up again. I lap my tongue over it, swirling itaround before wrapping my lips around it again. Then I come back up. “Is this you giving me permission to punish you?”
Her eyes soften and she pauses. I see the cracks in her armor. Her vulnerability.
“I… I, um… I don’t know. I want to but…” She swallows and parts her lips. “I’ve just never done it before.”
“Only when you give me the word,” I reassure her.
“Okay.”
She mews quietly as I work my hand down the length of her body, dragging it down her breast then her stomach before cupping her sweet pussy.
“Do you trust me?” I ask as she falls to the mattress and arches her back.
“Yes.”
“Look me in the eye and tell me you trust me.”
Her chin meets her chest, and her eyes meet mine. “I trust you.”
“Good.” I kiss her breast before settling myself between her legs. I part them with my knees, then press them into the mattress, towering over her. “Give me your wrists.”
This time, she doesn’t ask me to say please. She obeys with a heated gaze and a faint smile of anticipation.
I can practically feel her buzzing beneath me. Sitting up on my knees, I wrap my tie around her wrists, binding them together before lifting them over her head. Then I tie the other end to my bedframe. She’s panting under me, her eyes following my handiwork.
Once I’m finished ensuring she’s secure, I lower myself back down to her level. My hands press into the mattress at her sides as I lean down and kiss her on the mouth.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say against her mouth before sliding my tongue against hers.
She pulls up to meet me, deepening our kiss.
