My hand moves to her other breast, the one I’ve ignored up until now. The hardened nub straining for my attention. I flick it with my thumb, and Briar arches her back, her backside grinding into me again, harder this time, until she freezes. My mouth curves into a smile.She felt it—I’m hard as a rock and impossible to ignore. I pull her closer, my cock jerking with the contact, desperate to be inside of her. “You feel that? What you do to me?”
Briar clamps her thighs together, but I shove them back apart, using my feet to pin hers while keeping her pressed up against me. She jumps when my fingers find her sensitive slit, using four fingers to rub deep circles just over her now desperate clit.
She squirms in my arms, her ankles trapped under my feet, keeping her in place, so she resorts to thrusting her hips, trying to inch my fingers lower so they make contact, but I keep teasing her until she lets out a desperate whimper. My mouth finds her ear again at the same time my fingers slide down an inch, forcingout a squeal at the sudden burst of sensations as I finally give in to her. “Ready for number two?”
There’s no hesitation this time; my hand is still around her throat, but she nods her head quickly. “Please—fuck—please, I need it.”
Working my fingers around, I slide my thumb inside her and enjoy the sharp cries when it finds the other side of her clit. She comes again, screaming louder this time. I release my grip on her throat to hold her chin. Sliding two fingers into her mouth, her choked-out screams cut off when her lips close around them and she sucks. And dear god, I nearly come in my jeans, my jaw clenching so hard it aches, continuing to stroke her until her body sags against mine and she goes limp.
I release her, leaving her lying on the mattress, naked and spent. She’s on her stomach with her eyes closed; she doesn’t see me go for my top drawer, doesn’t see me pull the ribbons out.
The bed shifts under me when I climb on top of her; it’s too late by the time I grab hold of each of her wrists, pinning them at her back. She thrashes in surprise, and I sink deeper, easing more of my weight onto her to keep her trapped underneath me. Carefully, I wind the ballet ribbons I stole from her bag around each wrist, binding her tight. The smooth satin kisses her skin, but the high-quality fabric refuses to give as she twists—testing the knot—struggling against it.
I roll her onto her back so I can see her face. It’s a tense mixture of surprise, anger, and fear as she still fights against the ties. When she inches for the edge of the bed, I grab hold of one ankle, tugging hard so that she falls back, dragging her toward me.
“What—what the hell?” Her voice trembles slightly with shock and apprehension. “You tied me up?”
“Aye, can’t have you trying to run off now, not when we’re about to go for number three?”
Her mouth drops, and she shakes her head, body tensing. “I can’t—not again.”
“I told you. You’re not leaving this bed until you knowexactlyhow sorry I am. Not until I’ve decided you’ve had enough.”
She gulps, watching me as I move back toward my top drawer, careful not to put my back to her, certain she’s about to bolt. Her eyes widen, face paling at the same time her cheeks flush a bright pink when she catches sight of what I’ve pulled out.
“That’s not?—”
“Yours?” I smile, holding up the wand I stole from her bedside table back at her apartment. Her throat tightens, fear flashes in her eyes, but so doesanticipation.
“You’ve been making yourself come with this thing by yourself for too long. It’smyturn now.”
Briar’s eyes go black, and a little shiver travels through her. “You’re insane.”
I tilt my head as I take a step toward her. “Maybe,” I admit, smirking at the way she squirms when her eyes drop back to the toy in my hands. “But you like it.”
Reaching her, I drop one of my hands to graze my fingers against the skin of her inner thigh, and she quivers. My fingers travel higher, and her breath hitches.
“Look at me.”
She doesn’t.
“Briar.”
The sound of her name brings up her eyes. “If you want me to stop, tell me to stop. And I will,” I promise her. “But I have a feeling—” I lean in, switching on the wand and pressing it to her already soaking cunt, “—you won’t.”
Briar’s eyes widen, her back arching involuntarily at the feel of the wand against her, the low hum vibrating through her, her mouth forming a small O as she pants out, “Oh, fuck.”
I tease the wand just over her entrance, keeping it far away from the little bundle of nerves at the top. Without warning, I pull the wand back so it no longer touches her skin.
“Wider.” I tap the wand between her thighs, watching intently to see what she’ll do. If she’ll continue to resist and ask me to stop, or if she’ll submit.If she’ll beg me for it.
Her hips chase the missing wand, and she lets out a groan of disappointment at the sudden loss of pleasure. Blue eyes stare up into mine as she makes her decision, lifting her chin when she spreads her legs wider, helpless with her hands bound behind her back. Her breasts push forward, rising and falling with her breaths as she waits to see what I’ll do next.
Bringing the wand back down, I drag it in slow, deliberate circles, rewarding her obedience, enjoying the way her back arches off the mattress; her body squirms as she chases the wand, trying to get me to stay where she wants me. Each time the wand passes over her sensitive little clit, engorged and tender, her body tenses, going rigid, and her eyes roll back with the pleasure it brings—the wand working too well to bring her close again until I pull it away.
By the third time I’ve teased her, working her up just to drag it away again, she whimpers, fighting against the ribbons binding her wrists together, needing that release. She’s distracted when I flip her onto her stomach, my fingers wrapping around the ribbon holding hers, and drag her back until she’s on her knees, facing away from me. I drive the wand in between her thighs and she screams, falling forward into the mattress, that perfect pussy propped up for me to play with.
This time I bring her right to the edge until her body is shaking with her need for release before I slip the wand down, and she nearly screams, “No!”
