“Jesus, Willow, you are fucking stunning.” He pulls back so his gaze focuses on what he just exposed.
“They’re small.” It’s long been one of my biggest insecurities. I’ve come to like them for the most part, but him seeing them makes old insecurities come to the surface.
“Oh, I’m going to have fun showing you just how attractive I find them. How do your wrists feel?”
I test the restraint, seeing that it’s tight enough to hold but not cutting off circulation.
“Good. It feels good.” A rush of arousal runs through my body at the realization that I’m letting this man restrain me.
A devilish smile works its way onto his face, and I know without a doubt I’m unprepared but oh so willing to go along with anything he does right now.
“I just wanted it noted that this feels extremely lopsided right now. You still have your pants on,” I deadpan in an attempt to take back a little control.
It’s not that I want the control. I’m just so used to it being my default that I don’t know how to get out of the mindset.
“You’re still in your head,” hetsks. “Guess I’ll have to try harder.”
“Wha—” I don’t even finish my question because his fingertips go straight to my nipples.
Soft circles make my head dizzy because it’s not enough. My frustration starts getting the best of me when I plant my feet and thrust my hips up to try to get more.
A hand leaves one of my breasts before I feel it shove my hips down. Our eyes never leave each other’s during any of this.
He doesn’t say anything, but I get the message loud and clear.
He arches his eyebrow in silent question, and I nod my head in response.I’ll behave. I’ll let him control.
His hand leaves my hip and returns to my nipple, both hard and wanting more. A sharp pinch has me gasping.
My head tilts back as he alternates soft circles with more intentional, harder rolling between his fingertips.
“Eyes on me.”
My eyes pop open and refocus on him as I nod again.
“This whole time, eyes on me. I need to see your reactions, see that you’re okay.”
“Okay,” I whisper, not knowing how to respond to such care and dominance.
Chapter 10
Oakley
The amount of trust she’s given me already is humbling. And I’ve barely begun.
I’m honestly still having a hard time with the fact that Willow— gorgeous, sexy-as-fuck Willow— is in my bed right now.
I’ve always been a little more demanding in the bedroom—when I had time for sex, that is—but this feels different. I’m not being dominant for my sake; I’m doing it for hers.
So she can get out of her head and really enjoy this. I don’t know if this is a one-off or not, so I want to make it the best I possibly can for her. I can’t remember the last time I didn’t restrain a partner because of some deep-seeded issues, but that’s not something I need to think about right now.
God, I hope it’s not a one-off.
I don’t think I could continue to help her with her book and act like nothing happened between us.
I refocus on her pert nipples, seeing them turning a deep shade of red. The abused flesh shows me exactly how much I’ve worked her over.
Moving both hands down her rib cage again, I hook my fingers in the side of her panties, slowly dragging them over her ass. Her eyes flicker down for a second—looking at my jean-clad dick, I’m sure. But whatshe doesn’t know is I need the barrier. I need the two layers of fabric separation so I don’t blow my fucking load in two minutes flat. She’s too tempting, too beautiful, toosubmissive.My control is hanging on by a thread, and I’m not sure she’s ready for how depraved I can be.
