I begin to lower my arms, confused. "But I thought?—"
"Keep your arms where they were." His voice drops to that command tone that makes my stomach flip.
I comply at once
"Good." His hands slide down my sides, gripping my hips. "Now, here's the game. I'm not going to hold you down." His thumbs trace circles on my hip bones. "You're going to hold yourself down."
"I don't?—"
"No moving your hands. No matter what I do to you." His eyes lock on mine. "If you move them, I stop. Understood?"
Oh. Oh.
"You're going to make me?—"
"Restrain yourself. Yes." His mouth curves. "Because the hottest part isn't me holding you down, Harper. It's you choosing to stay pinned. Choosing to surrender control, even when you could take it back. Choosing to trust me enough to give me your very air, when you’re at my mercy.”
My breath catches.
"So." His hand slides up my ribs, thumb grazing the underside of my breast. "Can you do that for me? Can you keep those hands exactly where they are while I take you?"
I nod, not trusting my voice.
"Words, Harper."
"Yes." It comes out strangled. "Yes, I can."
"We'll see." His smile turns wicked. "Because I'm not going to make this easy."
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Her breathing comes out in pants. Her tits rise and fall. There’s a touch of panic in her eyes, but the overwhelming emotion radiating from her is excitement.
Being able to access my emotions, being able to express myself freely means, I’m able to connect with how she feels so much better.
"Remember, whatever I do, you don’t move."
She nods.
"Close your eyes."
She hesitates, then obeys.
"Good girl." A full body shudder grips her.
"You like that, Harper."
She nods.
Fuck, her ready acceptance sends heat spiraling down my spine.
"Keep your hands exactly where they are. Don't move them even after I let go." I release her wrists.
She keeps them pinned aboveher head.
"Perfect." I trail my fingers down her arms, over her shoulders, mapping her collarbones. "Arch your back."
