A look of horror crosses his face. “What? Why?”
“First, Jagger refuses to have sex with me, and now you? Am I doing something wrong?”
He rubs my arm as he tries to soothe me. “No, of course not. We just don’t want to push you before you’re ready.”
“Sly, I already told you the other day that I was ready. Has something changed for you since then?”
He presses his lips together in a thin line as I tell myself not to cry. I refuse to be the type of girl who cries at every emotionally charged moment, as hard as that is sometimes. Right now, I’m just frustrated because I don’t understand why they’re holding back.
“You guys have all slept with who knows how many other women, but you don’t want to do that with me? Do you know how that makes me feel?” I ask, my handsclenching into fists.
“I’m sorry, Wren. I just wanted you to feel special. To feel loved.”
“I did! I do… But you need to listen to me, Sly. If I tell you I’m ready, you need to trust that I am.”
“It’s not just that,” he says before his eyes flick to the side for a moment in thought. “It’s… my controlissues.”
“I don’t know what that means,” I say, shaking my head in confusion.
“It means I need to be in complete control when I’m with you… sexually.”
A small laugh escapes me, making him frown. “Uh, Sly? I kinda figured that out already. Did you not hear anything I just said? About liking when you’re bossy?”
“It’s not just about being bossy,” he says, pulling my hands up between his. “It’s about being in control. About you doing what I ask because you trust me to take care of you.”
I pull my legs under me so I’m kneeling in front of him, my hands still sandwiched between his as I try to convey how serious I am. “I do trust you, Sly. Why can’t you see that?”
His eyes bounce between mine as if looking for the truth. Finally, he nods. “Just because you are trusting me with your body, doesn’t mean you don’t get to say no. If I ever do something you don’t like and you want me to stop, say ‘red,’ and I’ll stop everything immediately. If you want me to slow down, or feel uneasy and just need to pause, say ‘yellow,’ and I’ll stop to check in with you before doing anything else.” He lifts one of my hands and kisses the back of my fingers. “Do you understand, Wren?”
I nod my head. “Yes, sir.”
A grin tugs at the corner of his mouth as he whispers, “Good girl.” I feel myself grow damp from those words, and I squirm a little on my knees. The action doesn’t go unnoticed by Sly. “Hmm, you like praise, don’t you?”
His eyes trail up and down my body, and I shiver at the intensity there, unsure what’s about to happen.
“I know what you said before, in Italian, but I need to ask how you really feel about bondage?” he asks, and my eyes widen in surprise and excitement.
“Bondage?” I ask for clarification as I start to imagine him doing that to me.
“It can take many forms.” He undoes his belt and pulls it out from his slacks, his eyes glued to mine the entire time. “Right now, I’d like to bind your hands behind your back. Or in front, if you’d prefer that to begin with.”
My voice comes out breathy as I reply, “Behind my back is fine.” More than fine if the wetness between my thighs is any indication.
“Arms up.” I frown at the command but do as he asks, watching as he sets the belt down between us and reaches for the bottom of my fitted tee. He grabs the hem and slowly peels it up my body. The cold air hits my skin, making me shiver, but under his gaze, my skin feels heated.
He drops my shirt to the side, then reaches forward, squeezing my breasts and making me moan as I press them further into his touch. “Lower your arms.” I do as he says, and he hums in approval before pinching my nipples through my bra, making me gasp.
“Mmm, beautiful,” he whispers. I’m not sure if he means my chest or me, but it doesn’t matter.
“Turn around,” he commands, and I quickly do as he asks. I feel him unfasten my bra, then his fingers trail over my shoulders, slipping the straps offas my bra falls to my lap. He reaches around and grabs it, tossing it to the side with my shirt. I start to turn back to him, but he quickly holds my shoulders in place. “Don’t move unless I tell you to. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I say as heat courses through me. Why is it that having him boss me around makes me so aroused?
His hands trail up my shoulders and down my back before slowly moving around my sides until he’s cupping my bare breasts, his chest pressed to my back. He rolls my nipples between his fingers, and a whimper escapes me as I arch into his touch. My head falls to the side, and he places slow kisses down my neck, humming in approval as he goes.
After a minute of writhing under his touch, I reach up, wanting to feel him, but he snatches my wrists out of the air and slowly pulls them behind my lower back. “Hold them still,” he commands, and a few seconds pass before I feel the soft leather of his belt loop around them.
He tightens it enough that I know I can’t escape, and my arousal deepens with that knowledge. His hands move back around my front to pinch my nipples, and when I try to tug my hands free and can’t, I gasp, my body lighting up with need. My core clenches, and I whimper, not understanding why this is so hot.
