She tracks every movement of me undressing, her gaze dark with desire. With my shirt off, I undo my belt. The leather slides through the loops with a whisper that makes her squirm. “Do you like the show, or do you want me to do something with this?” I hold up the belt while kicking off my shoes.
“Both.”
With that admission, so many deliciously dirty thoughts race through me. Turn her plump ass pink with the slap of leather against flesh? Tie her wrists together? Or…
I turn toward my closet and retrieve two more belts. Her eyes widen. “What are you going to do?”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she replies without hesitation.
I still, the belt loose in my hands. My throat tightens, and I have to swallow hard. She shouldn't trust me this easily, not with my track record, not with my past. And not with the deal I made tonight.
But she does. And maybe I can actually be that man instead of just pretending to be him.
I duck my head, staring at the belt in my hands until the tightness in my throat eases. When I look at her, her eyes are still on me, patient and sure. "I'll take care of you,” I promise. “Put your arms above your head.”
She does as I demand. Coming around the bed, I loop a belt around her wrists and tie the length between the slats of the headboard. “Are you okay?”
She nods and her heavy breathing is doing amazing things to her tits. I bend over, taking one of her nipples into my mouth, playing with it until she is panting and squirming. Then I straighten, smiling at the pout she gives me.
“Spread your legs.” She does a little. “Wider,” I command.
She hesitates, her cheeks flushing deeper. Her thighs tremble slightly as she inches them apart, but she stops well short of where I want her.
"Are you uncomfortable? Do you want me to stop?"
"No, not with what you're doing." She bites her lip, looking away. "It's just... being on display like this, with all the lights on. You looking at me like that. Could you maybe turn off a light?"
“If that’s what you want, but Ivy, you are fucking beautiful. And not just your tits and perfect, pink pussy, but the curve of your hips, your thighs. Hell, even watching your breathing turns me on.” I shove down my slacks and boxer briefs until I'm as naked as she is.
"God, Thorne," she breathes.
I wrap my hand around myself, stroking slowly while her gaze follows the movement. “I’ve barely touched you and look how hard I am for you," I rasp. "I don't know where to start."
She spreads her legs, making my dick jump. “Finish tying me up and then decide where to start.”
“Lights on or off?” I ask.
“Keep them on.” A slow, wicked smile curves her lips. “I need to see you.”
I take the first belt and wrap it around her ankle, securing it to the bedpost. I press a kiss to the delicate bone, loving the way her pulse jumps beneath my lips.
Moving to her other side, I strap her second ankle to the opposite post, then pause to admire my work—her legs spread, restrained, completely open to me. She squirms, testing the restraints.
"Thorne..."
I kiss my way up her calf, the inside of her knee, the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. By the time I reach the apex, she's breathing in shallow pants, her hands flexing against the restraints above her head.
I look up at her, our eyes locking. "I could worship you like this for hours."
"Please," she whispers.
I lower my mouth to her heat, and she arches off the bed—or tries to. The restraints hold her in place, and she makes a sound that’s half whimper, half growl. My cock throbs in response. God, I love that she can't control this, can't do anything but take what I give her.
"Thorne...”
"I've got you," I murmur against her thigh. "Just feel it."
