“Well,” Az begins, extending his arm until he can caress my side. It’s the first time I’ve let him touch me like this, and it makes my heart pitter-patter in my chest. “Let’s start by taking your clothes off.”
“Oh,” I gasp. Why didn’t I think of that? That I’m going to have to be naked in front of him? “I don’t know if I can…”
Az scoots to the foot of the bed and takes my feet into his strong, beautiful hands.
“Relax,” he murmurs, his fingers pressing into my arches. I can’thelp the moan that escapes my throat. His answering grin sends a pulse of lust between my legs. “Do you like this?”
I nod, my cheeks going hot. For some reason, it feels like he’s asking about more than just a simple foot massage. But I’m not sure he can do anything without it being mind-blowingly sensual.
“Good. Just enjoy it.”
Az moves his touch higher, massaging my calves, then my thighs. All the while, my breathing grows harsher, and I’m fighting not to press my thighs together and squirm.
“I think my little fairy likes this,” he teases, a soft smile curving his lips. His fingers hook into the waistband of my leggings. “Are you ready for this, Simone?”
After a shaky exhale, I nod. But that’s not enough for him.
“Say the word, little fairy.”
“Yes,” I breathe. “I’m ready.”
“That’s a relief,” he drawls. “I’ve been dying to see your pretty pussy for an unimaginably long time.”
I bite my lower lip. “How do you know it’s pretty?” I ask, surprising myself with my boldness.
Az grins. “How can it be anything else when all of you is perfect?”
I’ve been called beautiful before, by countless men. I’d been approached for modelling opportunities and ended up at castings where they demanded I take my clothes off. Normally, compliments like his scare me, a bone-deep, visceral reaction. But for some reason, his attention makes me glad I’m lying down. Az makes my knees weak.
With his gray-green eyes locked on mine, Az slowly tugs my leggings down, taking my silky panties with them. Every inch of revealed skin makes it harder to breathe. I can’t believe I’m letting a man see me like this again. Especially this man, who has already proved his obsession and possession know no bounds, keeping me locked here.
Az’s eyes bore into me, his nostrils flaring as my most intimate parts arerevealed.
“Fuck, little fairy,” he exclaims, voice harsh. “I’ve never wanted anything as bad as I want you.”
Oddly, I believe him. Something about the expression on his face makes me think he’s being honest. And that thrills a part of me I thought was long dead.
When I blink, he’s looming over me, and his eyes seem to be backlit by flames.
“Let’s take your top off,” he whispers. I can’t do anything but nod, lifting my arms to help him take the last piece of clothing away, leaving me naked and afraid. But it’s not the same kind of fear I’ve felt around men for most of my life. It’s different, though I can’t quite put my finger on it.
Everywhere he looks, I feel warmth. His gaze alone is like another form of physical touch. Then he runs his palms over my shoulders and arms, bringing the nerves there to life.
“I’m going to start binding you now. Are you ready?”
It takes a second for his words to penetrate the sensual haze in my mind. When they do, my heart skips a beat.
Last chance to back out, Simone.
“I’m ready,” I say instead.
Az gathers the ropes into his hands, the white silk whispering against itself, sounding much like the cave stream gliding over stone not far from us. The sound alone sends a shiver through me.
“Lie back,” he says softly.
I obey before I can think better of it, sinking into the mattress and the pile of cushions behind me. The bed dips when he kneels beside my legs.
“Let your knees fall open naturally,” he murmurs.
