“And what makes you think you can take me?” he asked, arching a brow.
Maybe because most of my toys at home were monster-sized if not shaped. I’d been a size queen for a long time now, but no one had ever measured up. Except the confession felt a little too personal. “Trust me.”
“Mm, we’ll see,” he said as he carried me up the short steps and onto the platform that had been forbidden to me mere days ago. He headed in the direction of his bedroom, and my heart thumped harder. “And you’re okay with restraints?”
I blinked, surprised at the turn—but not deterred. “Is there a reason?”
Cillian licked his lips, the tip of his tongue lingering over the point of his fang. “Exerting control is about the only thing that’ll keep me from going feral at this point. If there are elements I can’t anticipate, like someone else touching me, I’ll be unpredictable.”
I swallowed hard. As much as part of me lusted for the unpredictable, to see him feral, I also valued my life. “I’m fine with restraints.”
If anything, the idea of being bound and fucked by him amplified my need even higher. My cock was hard and leaking at this point, and I shifted the slightest bit in his arms. He nudged the door open with his elbow, his pupils dilated, his breaths coming out a little heavier, as if he were mere inches away from snapping.
Cillian swept into the room and deposited me onto the bed, the silken sheets feeling like sin against my skin. “Undress.”
“With that sort of seductive talk, how can I help myself,” I commented as I undid the first button of my shirt.
Cillian whipped my way, wildness in his eyes, his movements. “If you won’t strip yourself, I’ll handle it.” He closed the distance between us, and his claws glinted in the dim lighting. With a lightning-quick movement, he lashed down the front of my shirt with a single talon. Buttons popped off, and the fabric fell toeither side of me. His claws attacked my waistband next, and he had it shredded in mere moments. The breath caught in my throat.
Cillian tugged the frayed fabric from me, my boxer briefs as well, and I kicked off my loafers and socks, my mouth dry. My cock was harder than ever at the display of effortless strength, and the ache that built inside me quickly grew into an inferno. I sat on his silken sheets, stripped down while he was still dressed, and a shiver ran through me. I reached down to palm my cock, pre-cum welling at the tip.
Cillian walked over to the center of his room and reached up to the ceiling. What had seemed like a black patch in the paneling undid into thick black straps that attached to a hard point. I swallowed hard. Oh god. Was he going to hoist me up in those? The sight of them thrilled me, feeding into those fantasies I’d never believed could become a reality.
“Come here,” Cillian said, the firmness in his voice brooking no debate. “If you need me to stop, tell me. Otherwise I’m going to taste you and tease you and fuck you until you’re screaming my name.”
My eyes just about rolled back in my head. Fuck. Every word from him shot right into my bloodstream, quickening my pulse. Even though I had no idea what was in store for me, I strode forward, my feet bare on the cool tiles beneath me. When I stopped in front of him, he slowly scanned me, his golden eyes burning with banked heat. He licked his lips, his long pointed tongue slipping out. Ngh.
He undid one of the straps, binding it around my torso and clasping it in the front. He then wrapped one of the thick black straps around my thigh, a circular restraint there, and another around my other thigh. Finally, Cillian bound the smaller ones around my wrists, until they were securely in place. All of them connected to a bundle looped around the main hoop.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
My heart thumped, but I didn’t have any idea what he planned next—and that excited me even more. The restraints were snug around my torso, my wrists, and my thighs, but they weren’t cutting off circulation.
Cillian wrapped his hand around the bundle of straps that looped through the hard point, and he tugged.
One moment I was on the floor, and the next I wasn’t. My knees bent, my arms lifted, and my ass dangled out in the air, placing me in a more vulnerable position than I’d ever been in before. A sinful thrill rushed through me, the craving I’d always longed for simmering under the surface. The restraints around my thighs and waist kept me pinioned in place, almost like I was seated—except I was exposed.
“Perfect,” Cillian murmured. “You’re being so good for me.”
He ran his claws along my thighs, and my skin prickled in response. The tips weren’t sharp enough to break skin, but the sensation sent warning flares of danger that collided with lust.
“Oh god,” I gasped out.
“There are no gods here, pet.” Cillian stepped between my spread legs and nipped at my earlobe, at the side of my neck. The scrape of his fangs against my skin sent another full-body shiver through me. Like this, I couldn’t reach down and touch my cock, which was hard and aching. I couldn’t do anything but receive whatever Cillian bestowed upon me.
This was everything I’d dreamed of.
He continued to drag his claws along the inside of my thighs, up my chest, scraping around my sensitive areolas. His warm breath hit the side of my face, my neck, as he nipped and tasted my skin, and the pleasure that rippled through me had me wanting to wriggle. But every shift tugged at the restraints, and even though I could move, I settled in place. His sensual mouth was an addiction I didn’t know I had until I experienced it.
“You taste delicious,” he commented as he dipped his head down. His long tongue extended out and curled around my nipple. It squeezed and then tugged, and the sensation sent a pulse of need through me. I whimpered as he continued to tease my nipples with his tongue, his claws tracing lazy circles across my skin. I tilted my head back, wanting to surrender to the shivers rolling through me. Against this onslaught— the scratch of his claws, the tease of his tongue and fangs—I was reduced to just feeling, just experiencing.
It was bliss.
With the amount my mind churned, with how much had jangled around in there over the past month, the ability to surrender to him gave me everything I’d needed. I craved more, though. I wanted him unleashed, thrusting inside me with his thick demon cock. I wanted to feel his tensile strength wrapped around me, that formidable presence enveloping me. God, I’d been curious for so long, and at last those desires would be sated.
Cillian let out a low rumble in his chest as he pulled back. He tugged off his shirt, the fabric letting out a rip, then he yanked off his belt and shunted his tattered slacks to the floor.
He stood before me completely bare, and I salivated.
