“No, Oliver.” I hold his gaze with my vulnerable one. I reach for the ribbon in his hand, and he lets me take it from him. I carefully roll his sleeves up to his elbows and then skillfully bunch his wrists together in front of him. I feel his gaze on me like a fire as I work diligently, slowly to tie the ribbon around his wrists.
“Are you good?” I whisper as I tie the bow delicately, yet loose enough he can slip out if he wants.
Oliver steps forward and slides his bound arms around my neck, pulling me closer. His fingers tease the edges of my hair as I settle my hands on his hips.
“Yes, Sir,” he breathes, his voice full of awe, and dare I say love?
I lean my forehead against his, the truth lodged in my throat.
“I have something I need to tell you," he says, his voice barely a whisper.
I gaze down at him, at this perfect specimen of a man.
The words fall out of my mouth without warning.
“I love you.”
The words echo in the space between us as he gasps, and I hear the faintest whimper.
“Sloane…”
I grab his throat and press my thumb against the column and crush my lips to his.
“You do not have to say anything,” I whisper as I kiss him. “I just… needed you to know.”
He kisses me back, and the world falls away. The room spins as desire melds with something new, something beautiful and raw.
Oliver writes his endearments on my tongue, and I hurriedly move to undress him. I unbutton every button on his shirt, exposing his trim, pale chest. My hands work to shove his pants and his briefs to the floor. I push him to the bed as I pull off his shoes and pants, and he shifts his hips to help me get them off. I look up at him.
“You good?”
His eyes fill with tears as he nods, his lips turning up in the corner.
“So fucking good, Sir.”
I take my time undressing myself, if only because of how he watches me. I want this to be enjoyable for him. Every blessed second.
Because Oliver Green deserves every good thing there is, that I can give.
And the most valuable thing I have to give him is me.
I approach him carefully, gingerly getting onto the bed.
My fingers trail over his ankles. “Do you want these bound, too?” He sucks in a breath. “Or would you prefer them spread?”
Oliver licks his lips, then shakes his head.
“Neither," he says, his eyes full of lust and desire.
“Tell me what you want, Oliver,” I whisper. He scoots to the middle of the bed, giving me room to get closer to him. He holds my gaze as he raises his arms, placing his bound wrists above hishead. I crawl over him, my cock already throbbing with need at just the sight of him like this. Those big green eyes gaze up at me like I ameverything.
No one’s ever looked at me like this before, and it strikes me in my chest like lightning.
I press my body against him, his cock sliding against my stomach, leaving sticky, wet trails of precum. My heart is in my damn throat, because I’m acutely aware of what he wants. I can see it in his eyes, feel it in the way he’s absentmindedly thrusting against me, but I need to hear him say it. For my sake and for his.
I kiss him softly. “Tell me what you want, darling, and I will give it to you.” I kiss the side of his mouth. “Because you deserve it.” I trail a kiss down to his neck. “You deserve everything you want.”
Oliver lets out a moan that goes straight to my cock as his legs pull up, his feet going flat on the silk sheets.
