I writhe, fighting his grip on my thighs as he eats me like he’s starving, and I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted. My climax spirals closer, coming within reach. My pussy squeezes around his single finger. I just need a little more?—
He stops and sits up. My inner muscles clench on nothing, begging for stimulation.
“Wha—?” I stare at him. “What are you doing?”
“Making sure you miss me.” Jaeger rubs my belly. I wait for his hand to slide between my legs, but it doesn’t move any further. “Do you need the bathroom?”
I need to orgasm! But I nod. He carries me to the bathroom and lets me do my business.
When we get back to the bed, he leans in to kiss me. I slide a hand under the silky fall of his hair, cupping the back of his neck to keep him close.
He pushes forward, forcing me to lie back on the bed. His hands roam over my body, his lips never leaving mine.
This is more like it. His big body covers mine, and my core is heating up, ready for him to spread my legs and dominate me.
I’m shuddering under him when he breaks the kiss.
“Ah, ah.” He wags a finger.
“Jaeger—” My mouth falls open when he leaves the bed and walks naked to the closet, leaving me bereft.
What is he up to? I remember our conversation last night. All the intense things he told me in the pocket of midnight. His teenage years, the trauma, the scars. He said he wants to know me. Last night proves he wants me to know him, too.
And now I know enough to imagine as a little boy, growing up with no one to take care of him. How does he know how to take care of me so well?
He deserves someone to take care of him. And I feel all warm and hopeful, imagining that that someone is me.
But it’s overwhelming, too. He’s only been in my life a short time. It’s been so much, so fast, and I’m afraid of how much I’m leaning on him.
I don’t know what to do with any of it.
I can’t think over the ache in my core.
He thinks he can tease me and leave me? I can take care of myself.
I sink into the pillows and slide my hand between my legs. My own fingers are small and dainty compared to Jaeger’s rough digits. I use my free hand to pinch my nipples. The spark of pain gets me closer to the edge.
“Ah, ah.” Jaeger leans over more, grabbing my wrists. He straddles me—yay!—but instead of sinking into my wet folds andpunishing me with hard thrusts of his cock, he pins my arms over my head and fiddles with something on the headboard.
Then he moves off me. I go to move my arms, but they remain overhead. “What the—” I crane my head. He buckled cuffs around my wrists, leaving them chained to the headboard. I try to reach my right hand to my left to see if I can undo the cuffs, but the chain is just short enough that one hand can’t reach the other.
“Jaeger?” I wrack the chains, making them snap against the wood. “What is this?”
He sets a hand on my thigh. “No touching.” He leans in to kiss me. I growl and turn my head, and his stubble prickles against my cheek instead.
He rises and pulls on his shirt, completing his usual uniform of jeans and a T-shirt. Meanwhile, I’m naked, trying to pull myself up to see if I can loosen the leather tongue of the buckle with my teeth.
“No.” He returns, grabs my left ankle, and pulls me back down. I try to kick him, but he holds me easily while he fishes at the foot of the bed for more restraints. I end up with my left ankle cuffed and the rest of my body immobilized with a strap around my midsection.
“There.” He places a pillow under my right ankle, elevating it. I twist, but I can’t move far.
I’m panting when he walks around the bed, checking each of my bindings and testing the circulation in my fingers. My outrage made my orgasm die, but something about his proximity, his scent, and the fact that I’m tied down scrambles my mind. My pussy throbs with need.
“Why are you doing this?” I ask to keep from begging him to touch me.
“I’m making sure you can’t touch yourself.” He swipes his fingers between my legs, grazing my folds and making my thighsquiver. He licks my taste off while he holds my gaze. I flush but grow panicked when he turns away.
“Jaeger.” I tug the bindings. “I need you.”
