I laugh. “I want to try something. Explore…”
He studies me for a moment, then nods. He disappears into the wardrobe and returns with cuffs.
My brow lifts. “Where did you get those?”
He only smirks.
He lies back and offers me his wrists. I rise onto my knees, take them gently, and fasten the cuffs, securing him to the frame. He watches me the entire time.
I peel his boxers down slowly. His cock springs free, heavy and veined.
I drop the fabric to the floor and meet his eyes.
I straddle him, my pussy pressed over his cock, and he groans.
I lean down, my mouth brushing his ear.
“I’ve been a bad girl, haven’t I?” I murmur.
He growls, “Yes.”
“And yet,” I add softly, my pussy sliding over his cock as I rub against him, “you still let me do whatever I want to you.”
“Can’t ever say no to the love of my life,” he grits out.
He lifts his head and bites my ear. “I’ll let you do anything to me.”
I smirk and kiss the column of his neck, then trail my mouth down his chest, and stop.
My heart stutters.
Tattooed over his heart isOctavia. I run my fingers over the ink, and look up at him. He smirks, proud as anything.
“You’re crazy,” I say.
“Crazy for you,” he answers without a beat.
I kiss the tattoo over his heart, then run my tongue down to his stomach, over his abs. I feel him try to reach for me, his body goes tight, but the cuffs stop him.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “Why did I agree to this?”
I look up at him, pleased, then lower myself until my tongue touches the tip of his cock. He jerks his hips, tries to reach my mouth, but I pull back.
A rough groan breaks from him.
I straddle him again and rock my hips, let my arousal coat him, then lean forward so my breasts remain just beyond his reach as I press my clit along his length. He lifts his head, desperate to take my nipple between his lips, but I move away at the last second.
He tries again, jerking hard at the cuffs.
“You’re going to kill me,” he growls. “If you meant to torture me, you’ve succeeded. I feel like I’m dying, not able to touch you.”
I only smile.
I lean down, my lips close to his, he opens his mouth to kiss me, then I pull away and watch him lose control.
This is payback. He knows it, I see it in his eyes. Last night he made me beg for release, held me there until I thought I would lose my mind. He wouldn’t let me come. And it feels wickedly good, to see him want me so badly, to see him desperate for me.
“You’re going to pay for this,” he says.
