I watched her look down at her bound wrists, watched the way her breathing changed. Then she looked back up at me and the heat in her eyes nearly knocked me sideways.
“How does that feel?” My voice was rough, gravelly and I had to clear my throat.
She swallowed, and I tracked the movement down her throat. “Good,” she whispered. “It feels really good.”
Fuck. Yes.
The smile that pulled at my mouth was probably too revealing, showing her exactly how much her answer affected me. How much I wanted to take this further. “Good girl.”
Her eyes went dark and her breath hitched, and I filed that reaction away for later. She liked that. Liked being praised. Liked being told she was doing exactly what I wanted.
I leaned in close, my mouth near her ear. “Does it turn you on?”
She smiled, coy and teasing. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?” I pulled back just enough to see her face. “We can do better than maybe.”
I took her bound hands and lifted them over my head, settling them behind my neck. The position forced her to lean forward, pressed her chest against mine. Her face was inches from mine now, breathing the same air.
“Keep them there,” I said softly.
Then I kissed her. Deep and slow, taking my time with it while my hands started to wander. Down her sides, over the curve of her waist, back up to the buttons of her blouse. I worked them open one at a time, never breaking the kiss, feeling her breathing get heavier with each one I freed.
The fabric parted under my fingers and I pushed it off her shoulders as far as it would go with her hands still behind my neck. Her skin was warm, flushed, and the heat radiating off her was enough to scorch us both.
My hands slid down to her thighs, finding the hem of her skirt and pushing it up over her hips. She made a small sound against my mouth and shifted in my lap, and I had to break the kiss to breathe.
I slid one hand between her thighs, into her panties, and groaned at what I found. “Fucking drenched for me, sweetheart.”
Her only answer was to whimper and roll her hips forward, seeking more contact, and I gave it to her. One finger slid inside easily, and the sound she made went straight to my cock.
“That’s it,” I murmured against her mouth. “Take what you need.”
She didn’t have to be told twice. Her arms tightened around my neck, pulling herself flush against me as she ground down, rocking her hips against my hand, heavy and wet and desperate for more.
“So good for me,” I said, adding a second finger and curling them just right. “Look at you, riding my hand like this. So fucking beautiful.”
Her rhythm stuttered and I knew she was close. I kept the pressure steady, my thumb finding her clit and circling it while my fingers worked inside her.
“That’s it. Fucking give it to me.”
She came with a broken cry, her whole body going taut in my lap, clenching tight around my fingers. I worked her through it, whispering praise against her skin as the aftershocks rolled through her.
When she finally went boneless against me, breathing hard, I slowly withdrew my hand and brought my fingers to my mouth, tasting her while she watched with heavy-lidded eyes.
“Fuck,” she breathed.
EMILY
My brain had turned to static.
I was dimly aware of Cam removing my hands from behind his neck, of his arm wrapping around my waist. Then the world tilted as he shifted our positions, lowering me onto my back on the recliner while he moved over me.
The cotton bonds remained snug against my skin, a heavy weight that kept my arms pinned high. It was a constant hum of pressure reminding me of where I was. Who I was with.
I should probably be freaking out right now. This was new. Uncharted territory. I’d never been tied up before, never given someone this much control, never felt this kind of surrender.
And I’d fucking loved it.
