“Yes!” she cried.
He stilled. “Are you sure?”
There was no way she could stop herself from touching him without help, so she nodded desperately. “Please, please.”
“All right, naughty girl. Just hold on.” He left the bed and walked to the closet, returning with two belts. Then he used them to secure her wrists to the slats of the headboard.
“Don’t tug on them too hard,” he warned. “They could bruise your skin. I don’t have my play bag with me.”
Holy moly.
What was a play bag? Actually, maybe it was best she didn’t know.
“What’s your safeword?” he asked her.
“Red,” she replied.
“Good girl. Now, you’re not going to come without permission, do you understand?”
Was he kidding her?
“I don’t think I can do that,” she said.
“Of course you can,” he said. “You can do anything.”
Damn. All right. Maybe she could.
Then he returned to torturing her. She tugged on the belts around her wrists, then stopped as she realized what she was doing. Her heart was racing and she didn’t think she was going to last as he drove her higher and higher.
Then he pulled back
Killing her.
He was killing her.
“Noo,” she cried as he leaned over to get something out of the bedside drawers.
“Shh, baby. Just getting a condom.” He slid it onto his firm cock.
Ohh. All right. She could wait. He moved over her, resting his weight on his hands as he kissed her. The kiss was fierce. It was a claiming.
And she met that claim with her own, kissing him back just as fiercely.
Then he started pushing his way inside her and she moaned. It was heaven and hell.
Torture and tantalizing pleasure.
He drove in deep, moving back and forth.
Fast then slow.
Carefully, then with hard thrusts that threatened to send her over that edge.
Finally, he reached between them to play with her clit. “Come, baby. Come for me.”
She didn’t need much more encouragement to fall over the edge, her entire body shaking as her cries filled the room. His own moans overpowered hers as he drove himself deep and came with a final thrust.
“Areyou sure your wrists are all right?” Eli asked.
