But first, I walk up behind her and press my front to her back, drift my hand down from her collarbone to her hip, enjoying her softness.
“Look at how fucking beautiful you are, firefly. Every curve, every hill and valley is absolute perfection.”
Her gaze catches mine in the mirror, and her lips curve up in a soft smile.
“I like seeing us together like this,” she admits softly. Her raspy voice makes my cock twitch, so I decide to forgo the ball gag.
I want to hear every fucking sound she makes.
“Me, too,” I murmur before dropping a kiss to her neck. “You can relax. Breathe. Listen to me. That’s all you have to do.”
Her eyes drift shut for just a moment, and when she opens them again, they’re glassy.
“That’s exactly what I need tonight.”
“Good.”
Forty-Nine
LULU
Holy. Fucking. Christ.
He looks like a devil, standing behind me in the low light of the room, watching me in the mirror. He’s sobig, so tall and broad, and watching his tattooed hands move over my pale skin sends a shiver through me, making my core ache and my thighs clench.
With a knowing smirk, he leans down and presses his lips to the top of my shoulder, and then he’s gone, gathering a long length of rope.
He starts at my front, blocking the view of the mirror from me. He loops the soft purple rope around my neck and shoulders, in almost a harness, and knots it just between my breasts, then presses a kiss on my sternum above the knot.
“May I touch you?” I ask him in a rough whisper.
“No.” His icy gaze holds mine. “You may not.”
I roll my lips in and press them in a line. That almost pushes me into yellow territory.
I love touching him.
I love that I’m one of the only people in his life who’s allowed to.
But I’ll be patient and trust his process. His body is strung tight tonight. He’s not the calm and collected man I’m used to.
I’d like to know what set this off in him, but I keep my mouth shut, my arms at my sides, and enjoy watching him move. His forearms flex as he ties the knots. His dark eyebrows pull together, making a line form between them, and I want to reach up and soothe it with my thumb, but I stay strong, taking him in.
When he’s finished looping this soft rope around me, he steps aside, revealing me in the mirror, and I see my jaw drop.
Wow.
He’s looped it so perfectly around my breasts, my chest, and shoulders, it looks like a beautiful work of art. The room suddenly fills with soft piano music, and I glance at Rome as he rubs his hand over his lips, taking me in as he walks to stand behind me, looking at me in the mirror.
“Color?”
“So fucking bright green.”
His lips tip up in a half smile before he lifts his hand and brushes his fingertips over my nipple, making it pebble.
“Unbelievable,” he murmurs, pressing his lips on the ball of my shoulder. “Incredible.” He drifts over to myspine, just below my neck, and skims his teeth over my flesh. “Goddamn delicious.”
I sigh at his touch, loving the way he feels.
