“I do?” I say more like a question, wondering why that’s important right now.
He chuckles, wraps his arms around my waist, and walks us further inside my room as his eyes shift around the walls of my bedroom. “Your room is…really white,” he says matter-of-factly.
I let out a bemused laugh. “You don’t approve?”
He chuckles. “No, it’s not that, it’s just, for what’s about to happen in here, white seems very, um… angelic. Where I’m going to take you is a little moresouth,” he says, his voice dropping to a deep tenor, which makes my knees buckle slightly and my heart rate spike up a notch or two.
Chewing on my bottom lip as I clench my thighs together, I glance at him, seeing the hooded lust in his eyes. “What’s going through your mind right now, Mr. Levine?”
He takes a deep breath and purses his lips. “You wouldn’t happen to have a set of handcuffs, would you?”
I gasp slightly with a little nervous, jittery laugh. “Um… I don’t tend to carry a set around with me.” His face falls slightly. “But… the tie on my bathrobe would probably be sufficient?”
Oh yeah, life with Nate is definitely going to be way more interesting!
His eyes light up like I’ve just said the best thing in the world. Nate pulls me to him, pushes his lips to mine firmly, and his tongue slides into my mouth with ease as my hands quickly dart up around his neck, pulling him closer. I trace my fingers through his hair, tugging slightly as he devours me.
He backs me toward the four-poster bed, and I move with him. Our kiss is fast-paced and passionate. No room for gentle and soft here. The backs of my legs hit the edge of the bed, and Nate shuffles me up against one of the posts. He runs his hands down my sides, pulling my dress up my body in one swift motion. We part lips as he pulls it up and over my head, then steps back, taking in my body. I am wearing no bra and only a black lace G-string. He groans, rearranging his crotch as he looks around the room. I furrow my brows, wondering what he’s looking for when his eyes light up.
“Stay there. Don’t move,” he demands, grabbing my arms and pulling them up over my head, making me reach for the post above me.
This little show of dominance has me chewing on my bottom lip and my body tensing. I can’t deny I like this side of Nate as he walks over to the other side of my room and grabs my bathrobe. I grin as he pulls the tie from it. Holding my gaze, he folds it in half, then grabs each end and snaps it, testing its strength.
Fuck! That was hot.
The dominant display has me leaning into the bedpost so I don’t fall to my knees. I can’t keep my eyes off him as I press my thighs together, searching for some relief from the building pressure. My movement doesn’t go unnoticed as I watch a new glint sparkle in his eyes.
He stalks back over to me, my body throbbing with need as he steps up to me. He looks down at my naked chest, shakes his head slightly with a grin, and looks into my eyes.
“You’re fucking stunning, Ria.”
He moves in, pressing his body against mine. As he raises his hands, grasping the robe tie in one hand, he holds my gaze, giving me a mischievous grin before turning his attention to my hands resting against the post. My breaths are coming in short, sharp bursts as he secures me tightly to the post. The tie is plush,so it doesn’t hurt. In fact, the fluffy texture against my wrists feels fantastic.
Nate steps closer and plants a firm kiss on my collarbone, grazing his teeth against the protrusion of bone against my skin. I can’t help but wriggle slightly against the post, and he stops, pulling his head back, and looks into my eyes.
“Naughty girl. You need to be still. I’ll have to punish you now,” he says, instantly making my panties soak through. “What can I use to punish you with?” he teases as he looks around my room.
Now my chest is heaving, and he’s trailing fingers along my sternum, between my breasts, down my stomach, then he gently dips his finger into my belly button before continuing down. He lightly slips his finger into the front of the band of my panties, barely touching me, and it has me lifting, seeking him, desperate for his touch.
He grabs the hem of my panties and drags them down. When they fall to my ankles, leaving me naked, I step out and kick them to the side. Nate starts his delicious torture all over again, trailing his fingers from my collarbone down to my hips, where he drags his fingers up and down, occasionally brushing where I need him. My body is shivering with desire as he finally traces a finger along the top of my pussy and then back up. He repeats his movements, gliding lower but not low enough.
“Please,” I beg, my hips tilting, seeking more.
He only smiles, halting his track. “Now, itwouldn’tbe a punishment if you want it. Would it, little dove?”
I wince and eagerly clench my thighs together, trying to create some sort of friction to relieve the ache.
He gazes around the room again, his eyes open wide, and he smirks, looking back at me. “Stay still, little dove.”
He pulls back from me and walks over to a vase I have by my tallboy. I watch in anticipation as he pulls out one of the peacock feathers.
Nate looks back at me and nods once. “This will do quite nicely,” he says, wandering over to me, trailing the feather over my exposed breast just once. The light touch of the soothing feather tickles my skin, sending goose bumps spiraling down my side. My back arches as the tip of the feather caresses my nipple, and I moan slightly, surprising myself.
“Hmm… I will overlook you moving. Now, be a good girl and try not to move,” he says.
The feather moves slowly to the center of my body and trails down to my stomach. I breathe harshly as it whispers lower and lower. It tickles, sending my senses into overdrive. My clit is throbbing violently, and I feel like I’m on the cusp of an orgasm, and yet, he hasn’t even touched me. As he trails it down ever so slowly, my breath hitches in anticipation. The further down the feather goes, the harder I find it to stay still.
I wriggle against the post even though he told me not to move—the tie against my wrists rubbing and adding to my heightened state sends a shiver through me. The tip of the feather reaches my pussy, and I gasp. Resting my head back against the post, he moves the feather over my pussy, causing tingles to pulsate through my core. The sensations make me wriggle and moan in satisfaction, or maybe it’s not enough satisfaction—I honestly cannot tell the difference right now.
