She could hardly believe this was happening. Brody was so incredibly hot. And he wanted her. He hadn’t only said it, she couldfeelit.
“Stay,” he ordered, and the tone of command washed over her like pure heat, bringing up goosebumps all over her body.
He stood and kicked his boots off, then slid his wide black belt from his jeans, making her shiver.
“Ah, you like the belt, do you?” he asked, a twinkle in his dark eyes. “I will use it on you. But later. Later. Right now I have to touch you. Taste you. Fuck you.”
“Oh, yes,” she groaned. She was soaking wet already.
“Hmm. Maybe I won’t hit you with it yet. But this I can do.”
He reached under her and undid the clasp on her bra, whipping it off so fast, she barely had time to realize what was happening. Then he grabbed her wrists and held them together over her head with one big hand, and he used the other to wrap the wide band of leather around and around her wrists, then fastened the buckle. Her pussy absolutely flooded with need; she was wetter than she’d ever been in her life. She could smell the leather, and it was such a turn on, driving desire even higher—that and being bound, being rendered helpless by him.
For him.
“Jesus,” he muttered. “Your tits are fucking spectacular.”
She would have blushed, but she was too damn turned on to do anything but revel in his words, in his glittering gaze on her body.
“Touch me,” she whispered.
He stroked the full flesh with his fingertips, then feathered them across her nipples, and she swore she might be able to come just from this. Then he leaned down and, gathering both her tits in his hands and kneading, squeezing, he said quietly, “I’m going to suck these luscious nipples into my mouth, pretty girl. And you are not to come until I tell you to.”
“Ohhh…”
How did he know exactly what she wanted, even before it was a fully formed thought in her mind? But it didn’t matter. She loved that he did, that hefelther in that way. That she truly felt his dominance down to the depths of her soul for the first time, as if some low-pitched note had been played, and reverberated deep inside her.
He bent and ran his tongue over her flesh, closer and closer to her nipple, while still avoiding it.
Excruciating.
“Tease,” she told him breathlessly.
“Yeah, I am,” he answered. “But that’s half the fun, isn’t it, my little beauty?”
He began to lick her skin, then paused to nibble, then to bite, his teeth sinking into her flesh just enough to hurt, and she arched her back, trying to bring her tits closer to his mouth, but he pulled back.
“Ah-ah,” he scolded. He took her chin in his hand and gazed into her eyes. “Who is in control here, Claudia?” he demanded, sending another wave of need through her body.
“You are, Sir,” she said on a gasping breath.
“That’s right. Can you be a very good girl for me and be patient?”
She let out a little laugh—she couldn’t help it. “You’re making it very difficult.”
He grinned at her. “Just doing my job. Now try to relax as much as you can and enjoy this.”
She tried to relax her muscles—she really did. But then he bent his head and really bit in as he squeezed both nipples between his fingers, and she nearly came right then.
“Ah!”
“Hold it back, Claudia,” he ordered.
“I-I’m trying!”
He chuckled. “Try harder.”
He started again, this time licking one taut nipple, just lashing the tip with his hot, wet tongue.
