Dean slides off the bed and onto his knees. Fuck, what a sight that is. He removes my sneakers so painfully slowly, and massages my feet and legs as his hands creep up toward my center.
I squirm as the slick heat of my arousal grows between my thighs. I continue to rock side to side to get just a little bit of friction, to get any kind of relief. Dean grins up at me from his knees, knowing that he’s torturing me from his touch alone.
“Are you going to keep teasing me or are you going to fuck me, Dixon?” I smirk, knowing that I’m getting him riled up, just like I wanted. Before I can blink, he’s standing over me, hand on the nape of my neck in a tight grip that’s close to being painful, lifting my eyes up to his.
“Are you going to be a brat tonight, kitten? Is that how you’re going to play?”
My nipples stiffen at his words. I never pictured Dean wanting to be rough in the bedroom. I’ve never done anything like that before. I’ve never really thought about trying anything rough, but the thought of Dean tossing me around, completely under his control, turns me on even more. That’s unexpected.
Last time, Dean was so caring and gentle. This isn’t what I was expecting coming here tonight. Need burns in his eyes as he’s waiting for my answer. I think I want to explore this side of Dean—and me.
“What are you going to do about it if I am?” I taunt, giving him a wicked grin. The way his eyes darken in answer, knowing that I want to play this game, ensures me that I’ve made the correct choice. He leans down and gives me a hardkiss, one that’s needy, hungry, and dominant. He pulls away, standing now to his full height, and I stare up at him. My panties are soaked at this sight, and he turns to his dresser and returns with a black belt in his hands.
Fuck, I’m done for.
“If you want to stop at any time, kitten, you tell me to stop. If anything is too much, you tell me. Do you understand?”
I’m too stunned to speak. But I’m excited to see what he may have in store for me, and I shift on the bed again, looking down at my feet. Dean lifts my chin with his finger so I’m forced to look at him again.
“Do you understand me?” he asks again. A spark flickers behind his green eyes that makes my stomach flip flop, and I know I have to give him an answer.
“Yes…I understand.”
“Good girl,” he purrs. He drops his hand from my chin to my throat. I stifle my gasp. He squeezes the sides, not cutting off my airway, just enough pressure to really ensure I know who’s in control. This is something more thrilling about that than I ever expected.
He leans in to kiss me again, hand still on my throat, as he pushes me fully up the mattress. He lets go and I remember the belt that’s still in his hands. Making two loops, he turns the belt into what looks like handcuffs.
“Give me your hands, kitten,” he demands.
I follow his command, and he tightens the belt around my wrists. Not too tight, but tight enough that I can’t slip out of them. He tugs his shirt over his head and I’m gawking at his toned and lean frame. I reach out to touch with my bound hands, but he pins them over my head with one large hand.
“You’re not allowed to touch until I make you come with my mouth. Do you understand, kitten?”
I can only manage a nod. He lets go of my hands to grip my face instead, squeezing my cheeks. It’s a bit harder than Iexpected, though I don’t mind the bite of pain. “Use your words, kitten.”
“Yes. I understand,” I breathe.
Letting go of my face, he pulls at the waistband of my leggings, yanking them down and off my body before tossing them to the floor, leaving me in my panties and shirt. Reaching down, he grabs my pussy in his hand where I know he can feel how wet I am through the thin fabric.
“So wet for me already, kitten,” he groans.
Pushing my panties to the side, he rubs his fingers through my wet folds, teasing my sensitive clit.
“Oh my god, Dean,” I moan, my hands reaching for him instinctively.
“Remember, if you touch, I stop,” he warns.
I give a small whimper and keep my hands above my head, still bound together by the belt. His thumbs hook into the waistband of my panties, pulling them off my body and added to the pile of clothes on the floor.
The sight of the man between my thighs is everything, and our eyes meet again. Without breaking my gaze, slowly he licks me from my entrance to my clit. I don’t break the contact until he swirls his tongue around my hot sex, and I close my eyes, unable to contain my moan. He continues to swirl and suck as he slides a finger inside me, then a second. Stretching me, pumping in and out of me, still sucking on my clit. Then he curls his fingers, hitting that magic spot inside the inner walls of my body. My back arches and my bound hands find a way into his hair. He instantly stops, pulling away from me and removing his fingers from inside me, making me feel empty, craving his touch again.
“No. No, I was getting close,” I whine.
“I told you I would stop if you touched, you broke the rule.” Shit, I didn’t think he’d follow through on that. “Now, be a good girl and put your hands back above your head.”
I do, and he continues playing with my pussy with histongue, easily bringing me back to the edge of pleasure. This man plays my body like a member of the New York Philharmonic plays their instrument. I pull at my bonds, resisting the urge to sink my fingers back into his shaggy brown hair. He keeps working my clit with his mouth while his fingers work inside my tight cunt. Soon, I’m moaning out his name as my orgasm washes over me, body shaking from my pleasure. He doesn’t stop until my legs are clamping around his head and my body is unable to take anymore.
He releases my hands and checks my wrists to be sure there are no marks or injuries. Placing kisses along where his belt was just to be sure. I tug my shirt over my head and take off my bralette just as swiftly. Instantly, he uses both hands to play with my nipples, taking one into his mouth.
