Choice. I was helpless against him. My hands were bound, and I was his captive, but he was giving me the freedom to choose my path in this. He wouldn’t force this, even though he was in the prime position to do so.
I gave him my answer the best way I knew how.
Chapter 21
Killian
Zoey took a deep breath, then raised her free leg up to cradle my hip and wrapped her calf around my thigh to bring me closer. Her lips weren’t as confident as her leg was when they barely touched mine. She was hesitant and shy, but trying to be brave. God, she was sweet.
“I’ll take that as a yes, then.” I smiled against her lips before taking over the kiss and cutting off any other reply. Her leg tightened around mine and her hips cuddled up against the hard length of my cock.
I threaded my fingers through her hair and took possession of her lips. My thigh pressed into her panty covered mound and she moaned deep in her throat as she arched into me seeking more contact. Her pussy was needy and ready. I’d make a sizable bet on that.
I broke our kiss, pushing away from her so I could lift her nightshirt. She’d left on her bra, and I smiled at the fact she could sleep in a bra but not pants, not that I was complaining. The pants being gone made it easier to get to her skin.
God, her skin was so damn smooth. I kissed my way up from her hipbones to her lace covered breasts. With her hands bound, my options were limited. I pulled the cups of the bra down so they acted like a shelf under her breasts, offering the pillowy mounds of her tits for my viewing pleasure and easy access for my mouth.
I teased and licked her areola, nibbled and nipped at the soft curves of her mounds, but I left the pointed peaks alone. They were pulled tight, and I knew she was aching for them to be sucked—hard.
When she squirmed beneath me and whimpered in her frustration, I gave her some relief. I took one sweet tip into my mouth while I lightly pinched the other. Her cry of passion was music to my fucking ears. Zoey’s hips bucked wildly beneath me, and I used my knees to spread her legs further, pressing my aching cock against the heated center of her mound.
There were only two layers between us—her panties and my sweatpants. I knew if I removed the last two layers, I’d remove what was left of my control, and I’d end up taking her hard and fast.
I had every intention of taking her, but fuck, I needed her complete surrender first. The desire to have her begging for mercy as I gave her orgasm after orgasm had me hard as stone. I’d been hard from the moment I’d laid eyes on this girl. She was too young for me, innocent, good. God, she was everything I wasn’t, and I needed her. I needed to own her body and soul.
“Killian.” She whimpered my name in despair when I released her nipple from my mouth and grasping fingers. Then she sighed and arched her neck back as I switched from one breast to another.
Her breasts were so sensitive. I could feel her body shudder and quake with every lash and pull of my mouth against them. Zoey angled her hips up, wrapping both of her strong, lean, supple legs around my hips as she tried to grind herself into me.
I couldn’t help but smile against her nipple as I took one last long pull from the turgid peak and then released it with a resounding pop. She growled.
“Stop trying to bring your orgasm on faster, Zoey. I’ll give it to you when I’m ready for you to have it,” I scolded her as I trailed kisses down her stomach towards her panties that I couldn’t wait to get off her.
“Please.”
“Not yet. I have to taste you first.” I sat back up and broke her hold on me. My fingers curled around the top band of her simple purple panties as I slid them down her raised thighs. “I will only let you come when you’ve had enough. When you have to come or cry, you will beg for the first one, and then I will reward you with more.”
