wishful thinking on my part. If I allow
myself to trust him, it will probably be the biggest mistake of my
life. Still, I nod.
“Yes.”
He expels a sigh. “Say it. Say you trust
me.”
“I trust you, Trace.” My arms circle his neck
and I press my body to his.
“I need to know that you are...completely
mine. I want to do something.”
“What?” I arch my eyebrows.
Where is this going? He leans over the side
of the bed and picks up my handcuffs, dangling them over me from
one finger. A combination of unease and interest moves through me.
I am certain he doesn’t want me handcuffing him , and I don’t
want to do that either. My last memory was of him cuffed. But to
let him handcuff me? He leans over me.
“It’s a matter of trust,” he whispers in my
ear.
The soft drawl of his voice sends shivers up
my spine, and I ponder the idea. I’m turned on, no doubt about it.
But it does come down to trust. I make a split second decision.
“Okay.”
A slow smile spreads across his face. He
leans over and nibbles my bottom lip.
“You have an interesting collection in this
drawer over here.”
Uh oh. He’s found my toys. Between them, the
handcuffs and the lascivious look in his eyes, I know I’m in for a
long night. Before I can think of a way to postpone it, he clicks
the metal circles on my wrists. They are loose enough not to pinch
and don’t tighten when I wiggle. I blink. These aren’t mine. He’s
found a novelty set.
He rolls on top of me, stretches my hands
above my head, and secures them to the bed. I crane my neck
backwards and see he’s tied two scarves together, which are
probably secured to the platform’s feet, and he’s used one in the
center to go around the cuffs. I grin.
“Awfully cocky aren’t you? How did you know
I’d say yes?”
Sitting back on his heels, he admires his
handiwork and shrugs. “I didn’t. I counted on our chemistry.”
“Ahh,” I answer, not sure what to make of
that reply.
He doesn’t give me a chance to think about
it. He leans close and his lips and teeth close over my nipple in a
semi-hard bite. The restraints have more than enough give in them
for me to arch into his mouth, and he breaks away with a warning
look.
“I can make it tighter.”
I press my lips together to keep from making
a smart-ass remark along the lines of go for it. I nod okay
instead. He lays down again, presses into my side and holds my gaze
while his hand travels down my body. I force my limbs to be still,
until his fingers nudge my thighs wide and he spreads my lips. I
squeeze my eyes shut tight and gasp when he grazes my clit and dips
into my pussy. He gathers the moistness there and circles my
clitoris, lightly, teasing me by avoiding the touch that will make
me come.
His lips again close over one stiff nipple
and I groan when he sucks it, hard. He shifts, his hand leaving my
pussy for a moment, and then I feel something nudge past my inner
folds. The vibrator buzzes through the room when he switches it on,
and I jerk as the shock of sensation sends me swirling into an
orgasm. When I settle back to earth, I look at him from beneath
droopy eyelids. He’s tracing patterns across my belly, his face
tense and predatory. From self-control?
“How do you do that to me?” I murmur
dreamily, my eyes sliding shut. “No one else has ever been able to
get me off like that.”
He stills and my eyes snap open. Brilliant. I
should think before I open my big mouth. He holds my gaze and the
path his fingers trail finally register. He’s writing. Mine. Over and over again. I hold my breath and wait for him to respond
to my stupid slip. He’s been in prison and I’ve tried to...what?
Replace him? The things he can do to my body, at least. It didn’t
take long before I gave up on finding another man like him, and
frustrated with my search, I discovered sex toys. They don’t demand
emotional entanglement.
“Maybe no one else was able to satisfy you
because you were meant for me,”
myself to trust him, it will probably be the biggest mistake of my
life. Still, I nod.
“Yes.”
He expels a sigh. “Say it. Say you trust
me.”
“I trust you, Trace.” My arms circle his neck
and I press my body to his.
“I need to know that you are...completely
mine. I want to do something.”
“What?” I arch my eyebrows.
Where is this going? He leans over the side
of the bed and picks up my handcuffs, dangling them over me from
one finger. A combination of unease and interest moves through me.
I am certain he doesn’t want me handcuffing him , and I don’t
want to do that either. My last memory was of him cuffed. But to
let him handcuff me? He leans over me.
“It’s a matter of trust,” he whispers in my
ear.
The soft drawl of his voice sends shivers up
my spine, and I ponder the idea. I’m turned on, no doubt about it.
But it does come down to trust. I make a split second decision.
“Okay.”
A slow smile spreads across his face. He
leans over and nibbles my bottom lip.
“You have an interesting collection in this
drawer over here.”
Uh oh. He’s found my toys. Between them, the
handcuffs and the lascivious look in his eyes, I know I’m in for a
long night. Before I can think of a way to postpone it, he clicks
the metal circles on my wrists. They are loose enough not to pinch
and don’t tighten when I wiggle. I blink. These aren’t mine. He’s
found a novelty set.
He rolls on top of me, stretches my hands
above my head, and secures them to the bed. I crane my neck
backwards and see he’s tied two scarves together, which are
probably secured to the platform’s feet, and he’s used one in the
center to go around the cuffs. I grin.
“Awfully cocky aren’t you? How did you know
I’d say yes?”
Sitting back on his heels, he admires his
handiwork and shrugs. “I didn’t. I counted on our chemistry.”
“Ahh,” I answer, not sure what to make of
that reply.
He doesn’t give me a chance to think about
it. He leans close and his lips and teeth close over my nipple in a
semi-hard bite. The restraints have more than enough give in them
for me to arch into his mouth, and he breaks away with a warning
look.
“I can make it tighter.”
I press my lips together to keep from making
a smart-ass remark along the lines of go for it. I nod okay
instead. He lays down again, presses into my side and holds my gaze
while his hand travels down my body. I force my limbs to be still,
until his fingers nudge my thighs wide and he spreads my lips. I
squeeze my eyes shut tight and gasp when he grazes my clit and dips
into my pussy. He gathers the moistness there and circles my
clitoris, lightly, teasing me by avoiding the touch that will make
me come.
His lips again close over one stiff nipple
and I groan when he sucks it, hard. He shifts, his hand leaving my
pussy for a moment, and then I feel something nudge past my inner
folds. The vibrator buzzes through the room when he switches it on,
and I jerk as the shock of sensation sends me swirling into an
orgasm. When I settle back to earth, I look at him from beneath
droopy eyelids. He’s tracing patterns across my belly, his face
tense and predatory. From self-control?
“How do you do that to me?” I murmur
dreamily, my eyes sliding shut. “No one else has ever been able to
get me off like that.”
He stills and my eyes snap open. Brilliant. I
should think before I open my big mouth. He holds my gaze and the
path his fingers trail finally register. He’s writing. Mine. Over and over again. I hold my breath and wait for him to respond
to my stupid slip. He’s been in prison and I’ve tried to...what?
Replace him? The things he can do to my body, at least. It didn’t
take long before I gave up on finding another man like him, and
frustrated with my search, I discovered sex toys. They don’t demand
emotional entanglement.
“Maybe no one else was able to satisfy you
because you were meant for me,”
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