I pulled out suddenly, gripping her shoulders and hauling her to her feet.Before she could even gasp, I slammed my mouth over hers, kissing her hard, desperate.
When I finally tore my lips from hers, panting, her blindfolded face lifted toward me.
“Did I do something wrong?”she asked softly.“Something you didn’t like?”
“Just the opposite.”My voice was so rough it scraped out of me.“I liked it too damn much.And I’m nowhere near done with you.There’s so much more I want.”I skimmed my lips along her temple.“So much more I want to do to you.”
A shiver rolled through her, fearless and excited all at once.
I turned her toward the bed, steering her backward as my fingers worked the knot binding her wrists.The moment she was free, I lowered her onto the mattress, my body following, my mouth claiming hers in a slow, possessive kiss.
“Your safe word,” I murmured against her lips.
“I haven’t forgotten it,” she whispered.
“I know.”I brushed my thumb across her cheek, softening my voice.“The reason I ask is to remind you that you can use it.Anytime.So tell me.What’s your safe word?”
“Hades.”
“Good girl.”
I kissed her again, deep and lingering, before pulling back and sliding off the bed.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.”My voice dipped lower, darker.
She swallowed.“What’s that?”
“You’ll see.”
I picked up one of the silk ties I’d set out earlier and lifted her wrist.She tensed at the first brush of fabric, then relaxed as I left a soft kiss on her sensitive flesh.With deliberate movements, I wrapped the tie around her and secured it tightly to the headboard, keeping my eyes trained on her for any sign of distress.
But there weren’t any.
Only increasing desire.
So I repeated the process with her other wrist, leaving her open and waiting.
Then I dragged another tie down the center of her torso, watching her breath catch and flutter as I brushed it around her clit.
“You okay?”I asked quietly.
“God, yes,” she moaned.
“Good girl.”
I moved to her ankles, binding each one to the footboard until she lay stretched out before me, blindfolded, restrained, utterly vulnerable.
And trusting me more than anyone ever had.
I stepped back, and my cock throbbed painfully at the sight of her.“I can see how wet you are from here.Does this turn you on?Being tied up like this?”
“Yes.”
“What do you like about it?”
“That I’m completely at your mercy,” she breathed.“That you have the power to hurt me, but I trust you won’t.That you’ll make me feel good.”
Her honesty wound through every inch of me.
