‘This way,’ he rasps, taking my hand. ‘Before the evening ends prematurely.’ I inhale and almost choke. The expression on my face must border on comical as he pulls me roughly against him, his erection hard against my side. ‘Don’t misunderstand me. I mean before I fuck you right here, abandoning my plans.’
Words, just words but, boy do they hit the right spot.
Pulling me toward the chair, he pauses to slide the untied panties down my legs. With what can only be described as a smirk, he grabs them from the floor.
‘You should always dispose of wrapping mindfully.’
‘You don’t strike me as the kind to recycle.’ My voice is breathy as I use his shoulders for balance, savouring the warm, solidness of him under my hands.
From his crouched position, his eyes narrow. ‘Oh, I can be green.’ As he stands, he tucks the scrap of satin into the back pocket of his jeans. ‘I’m absolutely the jealous type. Sit down.’
Hands against my hips, he lowers me to the chair.
I feel a sudden thrill, powerful in my position. I run my hands through his hair, nails against his scalp and tugging the ends. His shoulders roll and loosen, his eyes closing slowly in response. He exhales a harsh, masculine sound as he places his palms on my knees, sliding them apart with ease. Eyes lustrous, he lifts my foot by the point of my heel, kissing the inside of my ankle before draping my leg across the armrest.
Repeating the actions, he lays me open and bare.Vulnerable.
I blink rapidly, trying to reconcile how I feel against how, maybe, Ioughtto feel. There’s a residual unease, particularly as I’ve allowed him to position me so, but it’s secondary to my arousal as unfamiliar sensations slice through me, pushing me further toward that unseen edge.
‘Inti hilwa... you’re so beautiful.’
His breath feathers the inside of my knee and my body jumps, bowing in anticipation as his tongue suddenly reaches the limit of my thigh. He stills, neither head nor mouth moving for a moment, a moment filled with torturous expectation. My erratic thoughts jump from nervousness to desperate desire as he kisses me wetly, halting his journey and tilting his head.
I lift my hips in a not-so-subtle plea.
‘I love this piece of skin right here.’ His hands stroke the pale skin of my inner thigh, eyes entranced. ‘So soft. Like a symbol or a promise. A no-man’s land.’ With an agonising ache, he draws a finger along my slick ribbon of flesh. ‘Before the velvet within.’
Almost grinding in the seat, I whisper, ‘Please.’
‘What is it you want?’ His cheek is pressed into my thigh as his eyes travel up my body.
‘Take off your shirt.’ What? It’s the best I can come up with right now. Don’t judge.
He laughs huskily, teeth grazing my thigh in play. ‘Pout all you want, it’s not going to work.’ He straightens, and for a heart-stopping moment, I’m sure he’s about to kiss me. I end up frowning as his mouth brushes past my face. His hands feed into my hair at the nape of my neck, his mouth a whisper from my ear. ‘I’m not your puppet. You don’t get to pull my strings.’ As though to emphasise the point, he pulls and my head falls back, each strand seemingly hardwired to my clit. I whimper, I think, only as a description that seems inadequate.
His hand slips to the cushion at the small of my back, a silken fabric travelling across my skin in a whisper of air. A tie, like the one from the box. Actually, there are a couple, as not unlike a magician, Kai pulls the silks across my waist.
‘Look familiar?’
‘And for your next trick?’ My words sound thick, desire coating my throat.
‘I do need a willing assistant.’ He chuckles darkly. ‘You’re here, so I gather the scarf’s message was clear.’
‘Subtle,’ I whisper.Like a sledgehammer. ‘Not sure how bondage will set me free.’
‘You’ll see.’
Almost at once his expression changes, eyes intense as he lifts my hands to his mouth, kissing the tips of my fingers and positioning them against my hips. He begins to thread a length of silk under the arm of the chair and around my thigh, fingers entwining anticipation and hunger as silk twists against my skin. My heart rate increases as I watch his bowed head, shortly followed by a duplicitous but delectable pulsing between my legs.
‘You look better than I could ever have imagined.’ My body trembles where the pads of his fingers caress the hyper-sensitive skin of my inner thigh. His gaze is resolute on the path of his fingers as he speaks again.
‘I’m going to taste you, sweetheart. Lick, suck and bite you. Devour you, until you beg for release.’
The words, ominous and intimate, cause tiny explosions inside. I bite my bottom lip hard, desperate to keep a building moan inside my throat. Then his head rises, eyes finding mine alive and fire bright. ‘Then I’m going to fuck you. How does that sound?’
Heavenly?Blood pounds in my ears, echoing between my legs, a tiny explosion of sensation matching the sudden beat.
‘Threats and promises,’ I breathe, any further comments dissolving as he presses his thumb against my clit. My hips surge with the motion, one hand gripping his shoulder, but the pressure is gone, all too soon.
