And hearing her read it? It made me so fucking hard. She was so prim and prissy, all blushes as she read out the explicit scene, and it was so cute I could howl.
The Mafia guy in the book was using rope to tie up his wife.
My cock twitched against her ass.
My omega was growing squirmy.
Her breathing heavy with each new sentence.
Her thick perfume filling the room.
I tightened my hold on her and pressed my knee tighter against her pussy. “Is my girl feeling needy?” I murmured as I planted kisses down the side of her face. “Does she want her alpha to tie her up?”
She closed the book with a huff. “You’re assuming you’re the one who gets to tie me up? Maybe you don’t get to be in charge all the time. MaybeIwant to be in charge.” I rolled her onto her back so I could see her face. She scowled and crossed her arms.
I bit the inside of my cheeks to stop from grinning. I decided I loved prickly, grumpy Olive. As if there had ever been any doubt.
I loved Olive.
I loved Olive.
The realization washed over me like a sweet, warm latte.
I pressed a kiss to her scowling forehead and sat up, leaning against the wall. “Alright, kitten. You’re in charge.”
She blinked. “What?” She was so shocked she forgot to scowl.
I grinned. “If that’s what you want. Have your way with me.”
Olive chewed her lip as if wondering if this was a trap. “What if I want to tie you up?”
“Mmm, I bet my girl knows how to tie a good knot. Seems like a skill for a lobsterwoman.” I waggled my eyebrows and she huffed, but she couldn’t hide heralmostsmile.
She moved into a kneeling position, a bundle of blankets still surrounding her. “Okay. Then… then you should take off your clothes.”
Her expression was pure challenge, as if she thought this was when I was going to tap out. Adorable.
I quickly stripped out of my clothes, throwing them over the side of the mattress. Olive’s heated gaze ran down my body, stopping when she got to my cock that was so hard it was almost standing up.
“Strip for me, kitten. Show me all those beautiful curves.”
“I’m in charge,” she muttered, but she did as I said, throwing her clothes to the ground in a huff. I held myself back when all Iwanted was to lunge at her, to pull her sweet, dripping pussy down on my cock.
“Stay here,” she said with a point of her finger before leaving the room.
I wanted to chase. Images of me hunting her in the dark, creeping up on her, flitted through my mind.
Fuck. I didn’t know chasing was one of my fantasies, but it definitely was now.
Olive quickly returned with a length of rope, and a spurt of precum hit my stomach. I groaned, leaning my head back against the wall. “Are you going to tie me up, kitten? Have me completely at your mercy?”
She crawled onto the bed, confidently holding my gaze. Her breasts swung with her movements, and I was mesmerized by her pretty pink nipples.
Olive took hold of my arms, encircling my wrists with her small hands. “Are you really okay with this?” she whispered.
“Yes, sweetheart. More than okay. Don’t overthink it, okay?”
“You’ll tell me if I do something you don’t like?”
