No muttered words or protests. I guess she can behave when she wants, keeping her brat side at bay.Shocking.
Lifting one of her hands, I click the cuff around her small wrist. Guiding her arm up and back, I wrap the cuffs around the top bar of her headboard.
A perfect piece of furniture—cream-colored suede with a gold bar, which runs from one corner to the other, on top of the board. Maybe my dirty girl knew that she wanted something she could be bound to.
When I grab her other wrist, she fights me a little, pulling a primal grunt from within me.
“Give me your hand, Serena. Don’t make this any harder.”
Her hand goes limp as she hands me control. I secure it in the cuff. My dick straightens at the filthy image before me.
I’m never going to get enough of her. Ever.
Picking the knife back up, I set the tip of the blade on the notch in her collarbone. Inch by inch, I drag it down her body. She responds eagerly, her body arching with the contact.
“I’m here just for you. Are you going to give me what I want, Little Cupid, or do you want me to take it?”
I’m walking a fine line between keeping the illusion in play while maintaining her enthusiastic consent. At theend of the day, I never want to push her faster or harder than she’s ready for. I want us to last forever.
If she wants me to be rougher, meaner, I will without hesitation, but only after we’ve done this a time or two, not during the first enactment of her dark desires.
She murmurs something under her breath.
Leaning forward, I lower my face over hers until two inches remain between her lips and the mouth of my mask. “Say it again.”
Her body tightens, her shoulders jerking with her gasp. The rapid rise and fall of her chest are intoxicating to watch as adrenaline floods her veins. The visual sends jolts of arousal straight to my dick.
Dropping my hand to the comforter beside her, I fist the material, anchoring myself in place so I don’t make an unwanted move until I know what she said. But,fuck, my restraint is fading at a record-fast rate.
Her lips open and close before her barely audible whisper slips out. “Take it. Take everything.”
A mix of a throaty laugh and a groan vibrate through my chest. “Oh, I will.”
Pushing myself up with my fisted hand, I walk along her bed, stopping at the end and facing her. Her needy body calls to me as my gaze runs up her legs and pliable thighs, all the way up to her manicured hands, locked to the headboard in cuffs.
I drop a knee onto the bed. “You have no idea how possessed I am by what I feel for you. No idea how long I’ve pictured having you tied up, imprisoned to my desires and completely at my mercy.”
I crawl up her body, caging her in with my legs.Peeking beneath her mask, I look for gaps between her pretty face and the blindfold, but I find none.
Gently, I ease my mask up, positioning it on the top of my head; the strap secured beneath the base of my skull. Finally, I can see her clearly.
It’s risky. Her blindfold could slip, and our game could come to an end. But that’s just another part of the adrenaline-fueled fun. I’ve gotten this far.
Flattening my palms on either side of her shoulders, I dip down, pressing my nose between her breasts. I inhale deeply, filling my lungs as full as they’ll go with her scent.
My body quivers, a shimmy running down my back as my eyes roll in my head. Unmasked, I can truly breathe her in for the first time. In passing at the rink doesn’t count—she’d never let me close enough for that.
Skimming up her décolletage, I slip the tip of my tongue out, dragging it across her skin until I kiss her collarbone.
Her arch deepens as I reach the base of her neck, pressing my lips against her and kissing gently … at first. I nip at her, and the whimper she makes flips a switch in my brain.
My body moves out of need and instinct.
My left hand slides beneath her neck, fisting her hair as my hunger becomes greedy and rough. My tongue flicks out with each kiss, tasting more and more of her as I work my way up to her ear, nibbling on the lobe.
The fingers of my right hand dance down her body. I palm her breast, kneading each one before trailing lower. My hand disappears between her legs.
Dripping for me, as expected.
