to unfurl. Then his touch shifted, urging my fingers to close to fists. They wrapped around something cool and smooth: one of the wooden slats on my headboard.
His lips left mine to utter one low word in my ear. “Stay.”
His weight lifted from me, and my eyes widened when he turned to leave the room. I almost asked him where he was going, but I kept the question pressed between my lips. He wouldn’t have told me to stay in this position if he wasn’t coming back. Surely not. The smirk he shot back at me just before he disappeared through my open door reassured me that he would return. And that he had something wicked planned for me.
My fingers trembled, and I gripped the bed tighter to still them.
Reed returned seconds later, and I sucked in a breath when his body created a hulking silhouette against the light from the window. Although he was the one whose skin was exposed, he radiated more authority than he did in his sharp suit, and I felt naked and vulnerable under his dark stare.
He closed the distance between us slowly, wrapping something through his fist as he approached. His thin black tie dangled from his other hand. In the sensual darkness, it became something more menacing than a simple article of clothing. And the way Reed prowled toward me only added to the sense of danger.
Despite the little zing of fear elicited by the perceived threat, I remained where he had positioned me. My decision not to act, the knowledge that I was willingly sacrificing my body, just got me hotter for him.
His weight settled over me again, and I groaned at the sensation of being pinned by him. His cocky laugh tickled across my neck. Silken fabric looped over my wrists. When it tightened around them, my sex squeezed in response. My breath began to come in little pants as I registered the fact that I was restrained, powerless to resist whatever Reed wanted to do to me. My arousal was a sweet pain. Desperation overtook me, and I arched up against him. His chuckle vibrated through his lips when he pressed them against my collarbone. His tongue traced a hot line down to the hollow between my breasts as his fingers found the second button to my pajama top. I no longer cared that the pattern on them might seem juvenile; all I cared about was Reed taking them off, baring my body to him. I craved to feel his skin against mine.
The soft material of my shirt teased across my nipples as he slowly parted the fabric, sliding it over my breasts. The cool air that swept over my exposed skin was quickly chased away by his heat. His fingers traced a circular pattern around my areolae, and the dark pools of his eyes deepened with hunger as he watched my nipples tighten. He lowered his head and brushed a feather-light kiss over each of them, teasing me.
“Beautiful,” he breathed just before his teeth closed around one of the hardened buds. I cried out, but my body arched up into the pain rather than pulling away. He released me in reward, and his tongue eased the lingering sting of his bite. Pleasure rolled through me, shooting from my nipple in a hot line that ran straight to my clit.
I rocked my hips up against him, and my pleasure increased when I rubbed against his hard cock.
“Please, Reed,” I whispered.
His lips took on a cruelly amused twist, and his eyes sparkled. “Please, what? Tell me what you want, Katie.” His hips rotated, grinding his cock directly against my clit.
I gasped out my need. “I want…” I trailed off, biting my lip. Instead of saying something embarrassing, I rubbed up against him again.
He moved away from me, settling back on heels. His knees pressed my thighs apart, spreading me wide.
“You want more pain,” he told me coolly. “I’ll give it to you, Katie. I’ll teach you to beg me to fuck you without hesitation.”
My protest stuck in my throat. Even as instinct told me to fight his promise of pain, my body burned
His lips left mine to utter one low word in my ear. “Stay.”
His weight lifted from me, and my eyes widened when he turned to leave the room. I almost asked him where he was going, but I kept the question pressed between my lips. He wouldn’t have told me to stay in this position if he wasn’t coming back. Surely not. The smirk he shot back at me just before he disappeared through my open door reassured me that he would return. And that he had something wicked planned for me.
My fingers trembled, and I gripped the bed tighter to still them.
Reed returned seconds later, and I sucked in a breath when his body created a hulking silhouette against the light from the window. Although he was the one whose skin was exposed, he radiated more authority than he did in his sharp suit, and I felt naked and vulnerable under his dark stare.
He closed the distance between us slowly, wrapping something through his fist as he approached. His thin black tie dangled from his other hand. In the sensual darkness, it became something more menacing than a simple article of clothing. And the way Reed prowled toward me only added to the sense of danger.
Despite the little zing of fear elicited by the perceived threat, I remained where he had positioned me. My decision not to act, the knowledge that I was willingly sacrificing my body, just got me hotter for him.
His weight settled over me again, and I groaned at the sensation of being pinned by him. His cocky laugh tickled across my neck. Silken fabric looped over my wrists. When it tightened around them, my sex squeezed in response. My breath began to come in little pants as I registered the fact that I was restrained, powerless to resist whatever Reed wanted to do to me. My arousal was a sweet pain. Desperation overtook me, and I arched up against him. His chuckle vibrated through his lips when he pressed them against my collarbone. His tongue traced a hot line down to the hollow between my breasts as his fingers found the second button to my pajama top. I no longer cared that the pattern on them might seem juvenile; all I cared about was Reed taking them off, baring my body to him. I craved to feel his skin against mine.
The soft material of my shirt teased across my nipples as he slowly parted the fabric, sliding it over my breasts. The cool air that swept over my exposed skin was quickly chased away by his heat. His fingers traced a circular pattern around my areolae, and the dark pools of his eyes deepened with hunger as he watched my nipples tighten. He lowered his head and brushed a feather-light kiss over each of them, teasing me.
“Beautiful,” he breathed just before his teeth closed around one of the hardened buds. I cried out, but my body arched up into the pain rather than pulling away. He released me in reward, and his tongue eased the lingering sting of his bite. Pleasure rolled through me, shooting from my nipple in a hot line that ran straight to my clit.
I rocked my hips up against him, and my pleasure increased when I rubbed against his hard cock.
“Please, Reed,” I whispered.
His lips took on a cruelly amused twist, and his eyes sparkled. “Please, what? Tell me what you want, Katie.” His hips rotated, grinding his cock directly against my clit.
I gasped out my need. “I want…” I trailed off, biting my lip. Instead of saying something embarrassing, I rubbed up against him again.
He moved away from me, settling back on heels. His knees pressed my thighs apart, spreading me wide.
“You want more pain,” he told me coolly. “I’ll give it to you, Katie. I’ll teach you to beg me to fuck you without hesitation.”
My protest stuck in my throat. Even as instinct told me to fight his promise of pain, my body burned
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