“Yes.”
I want to say the words. Talking about our likes and dislikes feels incredibly intimate. As if we’re about to start a long adventure together. A naked adventure, but still. “I want to be your dirty little whore, Blaise.”
“Come here.” He hasn’t released my hair, so I shuffle closer on my knees until he hoists me into his lap.
A groan rumbles deep in his chest and he leans up slowly, his lips parting to catch my bottom lip. He captures my mouth in a demanding flurry of lips, tongue, and teeth. I dig my hands into his shoulders to keep my balance. His heavy hands fall to my hips, kneading my flesh.
Against my mouth, he smiles. “You’ll always be my little Kadydid, you know that right?”
“Yes,” I whisper, half-mad from his hands all over my body. From his cock rubbing between my thighs.
He flips me onto the center of the bed. From the way he sits back and stares, I can’t catch my breath. He’s completely unreadable but not blank. No, I have a feeling he’s working out which way to tie me up first.
“Shit.” His gaze darts around the room. “I don’t have any rope here.”
“Improvise.”
His mouth kicks into a smirk. “See, Kady. We’re definitely meant to be.”
His gaze lands on the shoes I borrowed from my sister last night, and he snags them off the floor, tugging the ribbons loose. “It’s not much, but it’ll keep you still.”
He slides closer and takes my hands. Carefully he binds the ribbon around and around my wrists. Forming handcuffs. From there, he wraps the other ribbon around the middle and ties that to the headboard. “This way I can turn you over when I want to fuck you from behind,” he informs me in a casual tone that sends a rush of excitement between my legs.
“Are you turned on, Kady?”
“God, yes.”
“If that changes, you need to tell me.”
“I will.”
He slowly strips me down, eyes and hands never straying too far from my body. Stretched out for his viewing pleasure, I feel like something precious and cherished. He pushes my legs apart and settles between them, using his tongue along my inner thigh. I groan when he flicks his tongue over my clit, so close to coming already. His hands grip me harder, holding me open for him to trail his tongue, well, everywhere. Thoroughly, he licks and kisses every inch from ass to clit. When I’m squirming and twisting, he teases me even more, slipping a finger inside me.
My body trembles. I’m so close, I think the next breath that skates over my skin will make me come. I snap my hips up, moving as much as my tether allows. He doesn’t hold back, licking, fucking, and hitting all the right spots. I keep chanting his name as the storm finally takes me over.
I’ve barely finished when he urges me to roll over. He places his palm on my back, dragging it between my shoulder blades and down my spine.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful like this.”
The praise pushes me to arch my back. One side of my face is pressed down into the comforter, and I can barely make him out behind me.
He leans down next to me. “Look at you with your pretty little ass in the air for me.” To punctuate the sentence, he slides his hands over my butt, stopping to squeeze each cheek.
“Blaise? You won’t…you won’t tell people…tell the guys I like being tied up? Will you?”
His hands stops moving. “Are you ashamed?”
“No. It’s not that.”
“This is our time, Kady. What we do together belongs to us. No one else.”
I don’t know why the thought bothered me so much. Relieved, I let out a breath.
As if that sound was the fuel he’d been waiting for, the bed shifts. Clothes rustle as he strips down. Quick and efficient, he’s back in no time. His hands grip my hips, holding me still.
The brush of his thumbs against my lower back are flames blazing over my skin. My fingers clench the ribbon, tugging slightly.
He seems to snap and let loose of whatever control he’d been hanging on to. His fingers press harder into my skin. “Kady.” Just my name. No other warning before the thick head of his cock nudges my entrance.
