“It’s a simple yes or no, Chloe. Do you trust me not to hurt you?”
I watch the war play out on her face. She should say no. Should remember that it was barely over a week ago that I held a gun to her head while threatening her life. But I really hope she doesn’t.
“Yes,” she finally whispers.
“Good.” I kiss her again, and this time it’s consuming, desperate. “Because I need to touch you. I’m holding on by a thread here, and if I let go of that thread, I’m going to take you right here, right now, and I won’t stop. Not until I’ve had all of you.”
Her breath catches as I move back down her throat, biting as I go. I glance up to see her staring at the items in my hand still.
“This —” I hold up the tie and place it over her eyes, tying it gently but firmly behind her head. “— is for this. And this —” I take the belt and wrap it around her wrists several times before buckling it. “— is to keep you from touching me.”
“Why can’t I touch you?”
I kiss her as softly as I can before growling in her ear, “Because if you touch me right now, I won’t be able to hold back. Once we cross that line, we won’t be able to uncross it. And you deserve better than being fucked for the first time in the kitchen where anyone could walk in and see.”
Finally, she’s mine. Bound and blind and completely at my mercy in the middle of my kitchen. I grab her by the waist, settling her against my hips as I kiss my way down her neckto her collarbone. Moving to lay her down on the dining room table, placing her arms over her head.
I take a moment to savor her beauty. Then I start at her throat, kissing and nipping my way down her body. Without her sight, every touch makes her react more strongly. I can see goosebumps rising on her skin, can hear breathing pick up, can feel her pulse racing under my touch.
“If you want me to stop, just tell me,” I murmur as I lift her sweater to kiss along her hipbone.
“Don’t stop.” She shudders as she speaks. “Don’t stop.”
“Good girl.”
My hands settle on her waist, thumbs stroking the sensitive skin just above the waistband of her leggings. I use my teeth to grab the sweater and pull it up over her bra, exposing her stomach and the soft mounds of her breasts as they peak over the fabric. She arches into my touch with a moan that goes straight to my cock.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” I ask, my mouth moving across the newly exposed skin.
She can’t answer. Can’t form words.Good.I don’t want her to think. I just want her to feel.
My fingers slide up her body to find the front clasp of her bra and flick it open. She gasps as her breasts are exposed, small and perfect, nipples already peaking.
I take one in my mouth, sucking hard, and she cries out, pulling against the belt around her wrists.
“No,” I command against her skin. “You don’t get to touch. Not this time. This time it’s about you.”
I work her breast with my hand and mouth, alternating between gentle and rough, learning what makes her gasp. My other hand holds her hip down as she tries to grind against me. I love making her squirm, hearing her whimper my name.
“Please,” she begs.
“Please, what?”
“More.”
My hand slides across her stomach, fingers dipping barely below the band of her leggings. “Here?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Basili, please.”
I slide my hand down to rub against her over her pants, working my fingers in a way that teases her but gives her nothing.
“Basili —”
“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” But I’m already sliding my hand under the waistband, moving her underwear to the side, and when my fingers find her wet and ready, I groan. “Fuck, Chloe. You’re soaked.”
I start slowly with slow, deliberate circles around her clit, teasing her lips. If my instincts are right, and they usually are, she’s a virgin, and despite my own desperate need, I want to make this pleasurable for her.
I slip a finger inside her, and her mouth opens, her head thrown back, pulling against the restraints as sensation takes over.
