It feels like I’m making a deal with the devil.
I recall the burning fury I felt towards Calder when I first met him, enraged that he stole my job. Yet now a rush of adrenaline surges through me at the thought of him wanting me to submit to him. The logical side of my brain wants me to run. I’ve never relinquished control before, but I’m so turned-on. After hearing about his fantasy on the Ferris wheel, I want to know what it’s like to play it out.
“Y-yes.” I push out the word. “I think so.”
“Good.” Calder takes my chin, looking deep into my eyes. His fingers on my skin create a heat that travels down to my toes. “For however long we’re in here, you’re mine. You follow my orders. No questions asked. If you let me, I’ll worship every single inch of you. On my terms.”
Wetting my lips, my tongue suddenly feels massive. “Uh-huh.”
“Perfect.” His fingers slip beneath the hem of my sweater, a delicious chill against my skin as he slides up, skirting over my breasts. “Fuck, I’ve been dreaming about what’s under this sweater all night long. Take it off.”
Slowly, I tug it over my head and toss it aside, waiting for further instructions.
“Wow.” He lets out a low whistle at the sight of the barely-there black bra that Sabs insisted I pack. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
I grin smugly, watching the swell in his pants grow. “Like what you see, Mr. Editor?”
“Yes. He pushes me back onto his bed then sinks to his knees, grabbing my ankle to carefully take off one sock then the other. I gasp when his hands slide up my calves and thighs, yanking my pants off. “Now stand.”
When I hear his order, my instinct is to fight against it, but my body moves of its own accord, craving the sweet surrender of not having to think by putting my pleasure in his hands. It can be pretty damn exhausting to stay on top of things all the time. Letting go, even for a little while, may be exactly what I need.
He expertly unhooks my bra with a single, practiced click before he moves over to his chest of drawers and rummages in the top one.
“Ready?” He holds up a silky black eye mask.
I nod as he approaches, carefully putting the mask over my face before tying it tightly. His breath heats my cheeks, my pussyclenching in anticipation before he traps my bottom lip between his teeth and sucks gently.
“Lie down.” His authoritative growl is hot as fuck, my thighs trembling as my knees hit the base of the mattress, and I shuffle back.
The sheets are soft against my skin, smelling of sweet lemon and driftwood. As I get comfortable, resting my head on the plump pillows, all the rest of my senses are amplified. I feel the heat of Calder’s palms hovering above my legs, but he doesn’t touch me. Not yet. He moves away, walking around the bed, my skin feeling like it’s heating from a stare that I can’t see.
I inhale sharply at the sounds of clothes rustling, a belt buckle jingling undone, and fabric dropping to the floor. I hold my breath, waiting, the anticipation building as I hear his steady breathing.
I open my mouth to plead with him to hurry when strong hands grip my thighs and tug me to the edge of the bed. I let out a small squeal as my knees are pushed roughly apart.
Calder’s stubble tickles my inner thighs as he drops kisses there. I focus on the feel of his soft lips against my skin, every lick of his tongue leaving a trail of fire behind. He pauses when he reaches my panties. I can smell my own perfume filling the air.
I have to force my hands not to reach for his hair when he breathes in deeply, his nose rubbing against the fabric. “Mm. You smell so fucking good.”
I moan, pushing my pussy onto his face and arching my back.
He pulls back, lightly slapping my clit through the fabric. “We can’t have you writhing around like that, can we?”
“Calder, please.”
He’s barely touched me, and already, I’m a whining mess.
“I need to make sure you can’t move for what I’m about to do next.” He chuckles wickedly. “I can’t have you wriggling aroundwhen I’m eating your pussy, don’t want to risk wasting a drop of that delicious slick. That’d be a crime.”
I breathe in his scent, lust-filled and heavy with want.
“Sit up and hold out your arms.”
I obey, and he delicately takes my wrists, bringing them together before wrapping them in a smooth ribbon.
“We’ll save the cuffs for next time.” Goose bumps race down my arms at the thought. “These are better for our first time.” He pulls the silky binds around my wrists till they’re taut. “How does that feel? Not too tight?”
“No.” I appreciate how he’s stopping at every stage to check that I’m okay, but my entire body is tingling, and the longer I’m denied touch, the more impatient I’m becoming. “It’s fine.”
