“Are you uncomfortable?”
“No.”
“Have you ever been tied up before?”
“No.”
“Do you want me to let you go?”
His somber gaze met hers. “No.”
Dana swallowed hard. They were both crossing boundaries tonight.
She wasn’t even sure what her end game was in tying him up. All she knew was the headiness of the feeling and the need to prolong it.
A tiny line of sweat beaded Alex’s upper lip.
It was time to make him sweat harder.
Standing at the side of the bed so he could see her easily, Dana unzipped her gown and let it fall to the floor. Standing only in her heels and her flimsiest bra, she seemed even more on display than he was. His eyes darted all over, at her breasts, her hips, her sex. Determined to torture him, she unclasped her bra and tossed it into his closet. It landed in a silky heap on a pair of his sneakers.
His deep chuckle held a measure of danger.
“Did I just poke the bear?”
“Are you going to stand there all night long?” He pulled on one of his wrist restraints.
She waggled a finger. “Don’t you dare.”
“Dana, please. You’re killing me.”
She slipped out of her shoes and crawled up on the bed, kneeling between his legs. “That sounded an awful lot like begging.” When she trailed a finger up his leg, he bucked.
“Fuck. I am begging.”
She ran the same finger up over his abs and down the opposite leg, never touching him where it counted. “Oh, yeah? It hurts me to see a grown man beg for something he’s going to get anyway.”
His eyes darkened with want.
Leaning over, she dragged her tongue up his cock.
Alex groaned. “Fuck. Ah, yes, shit.”
Thrilled with his reaction, she took him in her mouth, as deep as she could. From her peripheral vision, she could see him tugging on his arm restraints.
She wasn’t sure this beast could be caged any longer.
In all honestly, she wasn’t sure she wanted to keep him in his cage.
Dana licked and teased Alex until he threw his head back on his pillow in defeat. She took savage delight in dragging her fingernails up his legs, only to cup him tenderly. He writhed, thrusting his hips up to meet her mouth and every time he moaned in contentment, she withdrew and made him wait. His face grew pained and she took mercy on him again.
He was a rod of nerves and muscle, his entire body tensed. Aching for her own release, she rose up over him and whispered in his ear. “Condom?”
“Bedside table.”
Stopping only to capture his earlobe between her teeth, Dana reached into the table drawer and found a condom. She unwrapped it and slowly rolled it on him. Even that made his eyes roll back in agony. Feeling a surge of power, she straddled his crotch and lowered herself onto him, degree by painful degree.
Alex let out a curse but then fell silent. His mouth opened and closed and he once more yanked on the restraints.
