“Sure, I’m just going to change clothes.” I start to walk toward my bedroom when his heavy footfalls sound behind me.
“Wait, wait, wait!” His hand slides across the silk of my dress. “Don’t change yet…” He holds my hips, angling me away so he can eye my body up and down.
“Really?” My eyebrow quirks. “Someone’s water breaks in the middle of a dinner party and you’re still turned on?”
He bites his lower lip. “I’m always turned on by you, Red. There could be a zombie apocalypse happening outside and I’d still want you.”
“Okay, that’s kind of hot actually. Do you think next time you can arrange a zombie apocalypse party?”
“I’ll hire a party planner,” he jokes, nipping at my exposed neck, kissing across the pearl necklace. “We can have a party once a month—once a week, if you want.”
I scowl. “That sounds horrible. I don’t want to see people that often.”
His chuckle rumbles up my neck. “I think we should take the ties back out tonight,” he mutters, continuing his perusal of my body.
My mind flashes back to the first time we had sex. I was so worried that as soon as Ben found out I wanted to tie him up, he was going to run as far and as fast as he could. That was the beginning of his surprises. He didn’t run at all—he embraced the sexier, more erotic version of me, even when that was all I was willing to offer.
“You’re thinking very loud,” he teases.
I shake the intrusive thoughts out of my head. “You want to be tied up, Benoit? I’ll tie you up. How about a blindfold? A gag? You do tend to run that mouth more than you’re supposed to.”
Ben pulls back to look at me, panting, a lock of his hair falling across his forehead. “I’m at your mercy, Colette.”
Placing my finger under his chin, I tilt his head up. “Good boy. Now, strip.”
He steps back from me, removing his suspenders and pulling off his already loosened bowtie. I take it from him, knowing it will come in handy in a few minutes. Slowly, he begins to unbutton his shirt, revealing abs that I would love to lick. He’s got one of those stupidly seductive man V’s that points straight down to his long cock, straining against his zipper.
Heat settles in my stomach—lower—as he shucks off his pants and boxers, leaving him completely bare for me.
It feels more even this way… he’s completely naked physically, and I feel emotionally stripped down, too.
My entire chest seizes when I meet Ben’s eyes and see—no, there’s no way.
“Turn around,” I rasp. Using the abandoned bowtie, I tie a secure knot around his wrists. “Remind me what our safe word is?”
“Foudroyant.” He rolls the syllables around his mouth, tasting each and every one.
“Right,” I gulp. “On your knees.”
Without hesitation, he faces back toward me and drops to his knees in the middle of the hallway. It’s not easy with his hands tied behind his back, and I definitely think he’ll have bruises tomorrow, but he doesn’t seem to care.
I run my own hands down my dress, loving the soft texture of the silk. Down over my hips, across my stomach, up toward my breasts. Ben watches with rapt attention, hanging on every small movement I make. I hike the long dress up, revealing the strappystilettos Ben chose before the party. They have a leather bow that ties about halfway up my calf—they’re probably the sexiest pair of shoes I own.
Delicately, I place my—now neatly painted—red toes onto the center of his chest. He moans, leaning down to kiss wherever he can easily access.
“Uh uh,” I tsk, pushing him away with my foot. “Did I say you could touch?”
Ben shakes his head, lust so palpable, he might boil over at any moment. I look down and see a bead of precum dripping from his dick. It makes me feel powerful, beautiful—he makes me feel those things.
“What do you want, Benoit? Maybe if you’re good, I’ll give it to you.”
“To marry you,” he replies, instantly. His eyes drop to my ring finger before bouncing back up to my shocked expression.
Recovering quickly, I roll my eyes. “Tonight, Benjamin. What do you want tonight?”
He grins cheekily. “I want that tonight. But I also want to taste you, fuck you, spend the night with you.”
“Fine, untie my shoe.” Ben looks down meaningfully at his restrained arms. “With your mouth,” I clarify. “Put it to good use.”
