"All of it, sir."
"Honest." His finger circled my entrance, dipping in just slightly before withdrawing. "I like that."
Then his mouth was finally on me where I wanted it to be. His tongue found my clit with devastating precision, circling it with just the right pressure. Not too hard, not too soft. Like he'd studied my body and knew exactly what it needed. I moaned, my back arching off the bed before I could stop myself. He pulled away immediately.
"What did I say?"
"Stay still, sir. I'm sorry?—"
"Sorry isn't good enough." He sat back on his heels, leaving me aching and empty. "You need to learn control."
"Please, sir. I'll be better. I'll stay still."
"Will you?" He reached for the bedpost nearest my right hand, and I watched as he pulled down one of the restraints, soft leather lined with silk. "Let's make sure."
He secured my right wrist to the post with efficient movements, then moved to my left. Within seconds, both my arms were bound above my head, stretched taut but not painfully so.
"Better," he observed. "Now you can't move even if you want to."
Then he moved to my ankles.
"Wait—" I started.
He paused, one hand on my right ankle. "Color?"
I took a breath. This was what I'd signed up for. What I'd wanted. Total surrender. For him to push me. Challenge me.
"Green, sir."
"Then I’ll continue."
He secured my ankles to the lower bedposts, spreading my legs wide, leaving me completely open, exposed, and utterly vulnerable. Dripping for him.
Dez knelt between my spread thighs again, his eyes dark with hunger. "Now, let's try this again. And this time, you're going to make good on your promise. Understood?"
"Yes, sir."
His mouth descended on me again, but this time there was no teasing. His tongue found my clit and worked it with purposeful strokes while two fingers slid inside me, curling to hit that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
"Oh god—" I pulled against the restraints involuntarily, my body trying to arch into the pleasure.
"That's it," he murmured against me. "Pull all you want. You're not going anywhere."
His fingers pumped in and out, matching the rhythm of his tongue, and I felt the orgasm building embarrassingly fast. Fear mixed with pleasure and it seemed to heighten my arousal.
"Sir—" I gasped. "Sir, I'm getting close?—"
"Already?" He didn't slow down. "That desperate?"
"Yes, sir, please?—"
"Please what?"
"Please let me come, sir. Please, I need?—"
"Not yet." His fingers continued fucking me, his tongue flicking faster, and I was right on the edge, so close I could taste it. As I held back, my body seemed to be dividing. One part of my floated while the other was anchored to this damn bed.
"Sir, please, I can't?—"
