Page 68 of The Pleasure Contract

“You too,” I say, knowing that Lois’s comms, DJ, is floating somewhere behind my shoulder. The unit makes a disappointed little noise before exiting the room.

There’s a moment or two where Lois and I just stare at one another, one corner of my mouth turning up into a smile as we both wait to see who is going to make the first move.

Lois gives a little tug on my pants. “You know, you really can’t just demand people leave the room every time you want to fuck me.”

I chuckle. “You vastly underestimate how often I want to fuck you, little Lois.” She rolls her eyes at me, but I continue, reaching forward to tuck a loose curl of hair behind her ear. “Trust me. If that were the case, we would never see another soul.”

Lois shivers under my touch but pulls her hand away from my waistband to fold her arms instead. “I’m here on a mission, Az. I need to talk to other people. I need to talk to Glex and Zyre.”

I lean in closer. “And I need to know that no other male thinks for even a second that he is allowed to touch you, Lois.” Taking her jaw into my hand, I make sure she hears me when I say, “You. Are. Mine.”

My words affect her – I know they do. Her eyes go a little glassy as they drop to my lips. “Oh yeah?” she purrs, her gaze flicking up to meet mine again. “Prove it.”

My cock is so hard right now, I’m surprised I’ve not ripped the seams of my pants. And yet, somehow my head is clear enough that when I lean in closer, making it seem like I’m going in to take those delicious lips of hers, I keep leaning – off to the side. Leaning enough that I can reach the tangle of leather reins I’d dumped in the locker before.

Lois’ eyes had closed, believing we were about to kiss. When she opens them again, looking a little confused, I hold up the drak reins. “Hands,” I demand.

“What?”

“Give me. Your hands,” I growl.

She does so, and I waste no time in binding her at the wrists with the soft leather straps.

“Turn around.”

Lois wets her lips again, her cheeks flushing as she does as she’s instructed. Quickly, I throw the bundle of leather over the exposed utility pipes running in and out of the locker room overhead.

Lois makes a squeaking sound as I pull on the reins, hoisting her arms up above her head. Pulling Lois taut enough that she’s on tiptoes where she stands, I swiftly secure the end of the leather on a nearby clothing hook.

Taking a step back, I allow myself a second or two to just admire her – all strung up and completely vulnerable for me.

She fidgets a little – not a lot, her movement constricted by her bindings and position. Her breathing is a giveaway that anticipation is coursing through her beautiful body.

“Az?” she asks, her voice thick with need.

Stepping close behind her, I run a gentle finger up one of her extended arms, right from her shoulder up to her bound wrists. My touch causes a sharp little inhale, and, fuck me, my fangs ache to bind her to me permanently.

Trying to ignore that particular urge, I run my fingers over the soft, worn leather of my drak reins looping around her wrists. “Comfortable?”

Lois’ head falls back against my chest, her eyes looking up at me half-lidded. She nods, biting at her plump bottom lip.

“Good,” I grunt, untying the lacing at her waist. “Do not move unless I instruct you.”

Her skirts drop down her legs in a cascade of silks, revealing powder-blue undergarments. One pluck of the ribbons at her hip has those falling, too, hooking onto her left boot where the ties on the other side remain intact.

And then, I cannot help myself – I have to stand back to admire her again. This time, in nothing but her stockings, boots, and corset. That lovely bare rear begging for a bite. Can mates bond from a venom injection in the ass? I’ve never thought about it before. It’s always been depicted at the neck – and, as delicious as that prospect would be, I think bonding-by-ass has a high appeal to it. My eyes drop a little lower. Or thighs. Thighs would be good, too.

Oh, who am I kidding? If Lois asked me to bond her to me via a bite to her fucking nose, I’d still probably cum in my pants.

Giving my head a shake, I try to bring myself back to the here and now. Lois doesn’t want me to bite her anywhere.

But she does want me to show her how she is mine.

I observe her boots – both standing on her toes, one with her undergarments hooked around her foot. Stepping close once more, I shove my own foot between hers and force her feet to part, bit-by-bit nudging them so that she stands there, on the tips of her toes, legs spread for me.

“Good,” I praise, bending a little to reach the back of her thigh with a soft caress of my hand.

That touch travels up, mapping the terrain of the beautiful fullness of her body, enjoying the soft, plump curve of that delicious rear before I plunge my hand between those thighs and groan at what I find there.