“Um,” Quinn said. The pile shook.
Understanding hit. I didn’t know what I wanted. Xan’s spell fed on the subconscious, and mine had only fear to give. Unless I dared imagine more.
I shut my eyes, pressed my hand to the pile, and let myself imagine, not the past, not the void, but the future I craved.
The pile vanished. I opened my eyes to shelves glowing with scrawls, the library alive with color and light. In my hands lay a rope of deep forest green: my magic. Beyond me, Quinn lay waiting on the couch, exactly where my hope had placed her, in the same lacy back lingerie she’d worn as she’d come apart in Rowan’s hands.
This is what I wanted and wouldn’t let myself admit.
“I’m going to tie you up now.” My voice was more of a growl than an actual sound.
Lust flushed through Quinn’s tether, and she squeezed her thighs together.
I dropped onto the couch and kissed up her left leg, brushing the sensitive bottoms of her feet and the back of her legs with my fingers as I went. Her ticklish side tried to distract her, but my kisses kept her in place. It was perfect.
My cock hardened, and this time I promised, once I made her a piece of art with rope, I would do the same to myself. I made it to her junction and kissed those lacy panties. Quinn moaned, and I scraped along her clit through the material with my teeth. She lifted one of her arms to caress her breast. I quickly grabbed her wrists and tied them together at her stomach.
“Patience.” I nipped a nipple through the fabric before returning to her core. It was perfect. I hooked my fingers into her lacy panties and slid them off.
“Cayden,” Quinn giggled. “Maybe up here first.”
“Not a chance.” I blew cold air on her folds, making a shudder run through her entire body.
I started my knots at her left hip, artfully braiding a diamond pattern across her lower stomach, before putting my favorite two in on either side of her clit and running their ends down her butt to connect at the back. Each time I paused, I kissed, licked, and blew cold air on her perfect skin.
I sat back, and she squirmed. The knots worked her clit. Thick, heady arousal pooled between her folds, a moan spilling out of her as she blushed. I checked in with myself, but despite where I learned it, none of this felt wrong. If Quinn said no, I’d get her out of my bindings in a heartbeat.
But the word hadn’t even crossed her mind.
Now, for the part I’d never tried.
I straddled Quinn’s hips, my erection exactly where her hands were bound. I reached down and kissed her, making the knots around her clit go wild. Quinn bucked a few times. If I didn’t go faster, she’d climax without me. The race gave me a rush.
“I need you to hold my dick,” I said, helping her put it at the right angle.
Quinn raised an eyebrow but slid her perfect hands around my base.
“Such a good girl,” I said.
Quinn flushed, but a zing shot through our tether. I had a feeling she had a praise kink.
I reached back, giving her clit an extra squeeze before forcing myself to focus. I’d never bound my cock before. Bindings were for the woman, not the man. But that wasn’t true, and curiosity I’d long beaten out of myself burned into my consciousness.
Quinn watched as I messily tied similar triangles across my erection as I’d done across her abdomen. Every knot pressed into my sensitive flesh. Quinn squeezed the base of my dick, and I groaned, almost losing one of my twists.
“Just hold. I promise I’ll teach you how to do this next time,” I begged her.
Quinn relaxed her grip, her gaze locked onto my cock, which only made me harder. A few knots later, I cut the excess rope from the base. Quinn released me and studied my handiwork. The diamonds were uneven, four instead of five with my length, but for a first try, they held.
Quinn bucked under me, and my cock throbbed. I turned my attention from myself and back to Quinn, diving into everything that was her. Soon, she was writhing between my knots and arching beautifully as pleasure coursed through her in waves. I kissed both her breasts through the lace that confined them.
My erection strained painfully against its cage, the pain-pleasure tearing through my thoughts.
I needed more. I kissed Quinn’s belly button ring and climbed her body. When our hips were even, I dropped one foot to the floor and positioned myself at her entrance.
“The bindings stay on?” she asked.
I rubbed her clit with the head of my dick. Pure need filled my mind. “If they hurt, let me know, but yes.”
