He kisses my neck. “Effective, though. It worked for my brother and cousins.” He lowers me lengthways onto the top of the desk. “How about if I remind you why you’re going to marry me?”
My pussy clenches at the suggestion. I think this is a great idea, so I’m not going to complain.
Brody takes a step back and taps his lips. “Hmm.” He turns toward the box of office supplies.
I have no idea what he has in mind, but his creativity is one of the things I love about him. Sure enough, when he returns to me, he’s carrying an extension cord.
I giggle. “Do you think I need to be plugged in?”
He chuckles. “I think you need to be plugged. Is that the same?”
“No. That’s the opposite.” I twist my neck because he has rounded to the end of the desk at my head.
“Give me your hands, naughty temptress.”
I lift them over my head, already breathing heavily. I feel vulnerable as he wraps the cord around my wrists and then bends down to tie it off to something. Maybe one of the desk legs.
This is the first time he’s restrained me other than with his hands. We bought the fancy nylon system for under the mattress, but we’re not in the bedroom right now. He’s improvising.
Suddenly, I’m thinking he and his brother should take a sledgehammer to the wall between these rooms first thing tomorrow.
“How does that feel?” he asks as he rounds to my side.
“Good.” My chest rises and falls. My breasts feel heavy. My pussy is pulsing.
Brody moves to the end of the desk where my knees are bent over the edge. He lifts them high, parts them, and drapes my spread legs over the sides.
I whimper as he bunches my dress up, slowly revealing my white panties. With my feet dangling, I have no traction, but I still arch my chest as his palms slide under the smocking to cup my breasts.
“Fuck, you’re sexy, Melody. You like being restrained, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He pinches my nipples before pushing my dress higher, exposing the swollen buds. When he bends over to flick his tongue over one, I cry out. It’s shocking how much hornier I am now that I don’t have the use of my hands. I write this kind of stuff, but I’ve never experienced it.
After teasing both my nipples back and forth, he kisses a path to my belly and lower. He holds my thighs down with his palms. “Are you still comfortable, baby?”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathe out.
He drags his nose over the gusset of my panties. “I’ll never get enough of this. I’m going to order a hundred pairs of white cotton bikini panties for you. That way, I can change them throughout the day when they get wet. I love nuzzling your pussy over the top, and I love how much you enjoy it even more.”
“We’re going to need more dresses…” I mumble.
“Oh yes. Those, too. We’ll order some as soon as I finish my snack.”
For a moment, I don’t know what he’s talking about. We’re due downstairs for dinner soon. And then I realize what he means. Or he makes it clear for me when he drags my panties to the side to expose my pussy before sucking my folds.
It feels so fucking good when he plasters his face against my pussy. Who knew? Certainly not me. I’ve been writing sexy scenes for years, and I’ve never had anyone go down on me before Brody.
The weirdest thing is that I’ve nailed this experience in writing time and again. Brody is better at this than any fictional hero I’ve ever read or written. I’m so close to orgasm already that I can’t breathe. People don’t come this fast. It should take a while. But when Brody puts his mouth on me…
I cry out when he shifts his attention to my clit. My body seizes, and I hover in that amazingly fantastic place I get transferred to right before an orgasm.
When I come, my eyes roll back. I think I’m screaming. I can’t hear myself or anything else. I’m under water. Waves of pleasure keep coming and coming until they finally slow down, and I ease back to Earth.
“My girl likes to be restrained,” Brody whispers as he kisses his way up my body.
She really does.
