Things she should know.
And she’s observant enough to realize that.
But I’m hoping she’ll also understand what I’m doing and, more importantly, why. Letting go in this setting, allowing me to lead and control it, will take a huge weight off her shoulders that she doesn’t know she’s carrying.
She hasn’t even been able to let go with anyone she’s had sex with, and that’s a true shame for a woman like her who carries so much raw sexual energy and pent-up tension.
I want to see it snap.
I want to see Bishop Clarke truly fly free from the burden of everything crushing her, even if only for a few moments.
If she’ll let me…
Bishop pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, eyeing the tie directly in front of her and then glancing back up at me. She searches my face for a moment, as if she might somehow see the answer she seeks if she looks hard and long enough.
Finally, she gives me a sharp nod. “Yes.”
I don’t think she truly does trust me.
At least, not fully.
Bishop trusts herself and the fact that she’d be strong enough to get out of any bonds I could put on her if she really wanted to. Not to mention that even with her hands tied, the Jiu-Jitsu moves she knows could have me at her mercy in only a few seconds if she needed to using her legs alone.
Part of me wants that.
To make her desperate.
To push her to the brink.
I grin at her as I reach for the headboard and secure the tie, then motion for her to shift back.
She crawls back toward me until her head hits the pillow, her long braids spread out across the dark-gray fabric like a dark halo on a woman who is as much an angel as she is the devil on my shoulder.
I trail my fingers across her cheek, down her throat, over one of her pebbled nipples, along her stomach, until I reach her hand. Goosebumps erupt everywhere I touch, and by the time I wrap the silky material around her wrist, she’s trembling.
She reaches out and grabs my wrist with her free hand. “What if I want out?”
“Then I let you out. But it won’t be at the word ‘stop’ because I plan on doing things to you that may make you say that word when you don’t mean it.”
“A safe word, then.”
I grin at her. “Your choice.”
She chews on that lip, watching me as she considers her options. Her pulse beats rapidly under my fingers. “Ricochet.”
Like how I feel every time she looks at me. As if she’s fired straight into my chest and the bullet is bouncing around wildly, slamming into my ribs and lodging in my heart.
I bark out a laugh, and the tiniest smile pulls at her lips.
“What?” She raises a dark brow. “It’s something that would never come up in this situation, right?”
“I would certainly hope not. But that’s a little too long.” I lean down and kiss her again, taking my turn to bite that lip of hers that keeps having me imagining what she would look like with my cock there. “We need something short. One syllable. Because you may be breathless…”
She sucks in a sharp breath at my warning, pressing her thighs together in a way that just makes me even more intent to get back in between them. “Umm…then how about we keep it simple? Red.”
“Red it is…”
I drop another kiss on her lips, then secure her other wrist together with the first so her palms are together and arms are extended above her head. Looping it through the headboard, I ensure the knot is tight and won’t budge. She tugs at the binding, but I know the soft, silky material won’t cut into her skin, no matter how hard she might fight it.
