He licked his lips and then slipped from the room.
I frowned.
In a second he was back…holding the cuffs.
“You ready for these?” He held them up, shaking them slightly.
“I think so.”
He raised his eyebrows. “And is that the right answer?”
“I mean…yes…I am.” I swallowed and pressed my legs together, my clit pulsing at the sight of the shiny metal cuffs. My pussy was wet, and it had nothing to do with the shower and everything to do with the thought of being held hostage by Mitch and being totally at his mercy.
He gave me a devilish smile and approached, his cock tapping on his abdomen. “Good girl.” He reached for my left wrist and snapped the cool cuff into place.
Before I had chance to move, he’d threaded it through the metal headboard and captured my right wrist, too.
I twisted to see my binds. Solid and inescapable. I tugged them, producing a metallic clank. The sound, the captured sensation, the stretch of my naked shower-fresh body on cool sheets, had my heart rate rocketing.
“Now I can really do what I want with you,” he said, his gaze roaming me like a hot caress. “And I am going to take my time, so settle in for the ride.”
A quiver captured my entire body, my nipples twisting to bullet-hard peaks.
He must have seen my tremble because he chuckled softly and then climbed onto the bed and scooted down between my legs.
His big hands parted my thighs, exposing my pussy that I was sure was glistening with arousal.
“Ah fuck,” he muttered, then closed his eyes and sucked my clit into his mouth.
I gasped and tensed, the cuffs clattering when my arms jerked of their own volition. I could do nothing. I was trapped. All I could do was take what he gave me, and oh, he was giving it good.
His tongue swirled and licked my clit, and he fingered my entrance, teasing and probing.
My belly was taut, and my toes curled. “Oh…oh…” The pressure was increasing, the first sparks of an orgasm flaring to life.
“You taste amazing,” he murmured and kissed over my pubic hair and up to my navel. “Always so delicious.” He grinned up at me.
I was breathing fast, and my gaze locked on his.
“And so tight.” As he’d spoken, he’d driven two fingers deep into my pussy.
My breath hitched and I clamped around him.
“Good girl, squeeze me like that, show me how much you like me being inside you.”
“I do…oh, I need you to…”
“I know what you need.”
He pumped softly, fucking me with his fingers, soft wet sounds filling the room.
I let my head fall back and rocked my hips in time with his penetrations. It felt so good, so dense, but it wasn’t enough to tip me into orgasm.
And he knew that. The bastard was keeping me on the edge.
“Mitch…” I gasped, his name sweet on my lips. “Oh…I…want to…”
He swept his tongue over my clit.
