Out of My League by Michele Zurlo Page B

one of her legs and kissed her instep. He rested her ankle on this shoulder and ran his hands up her leg, bending down to reach all the way to the top.
    Her breath caught, and she hoped he would touch her pussy. He didn’t.
    “I’m going to do something a little different. Don’t worry. I’m pretty good with knots, but there are scissors in the drawer if we need them.”
    Mia nodded, unsure if she was playing the role of slutty secretary again. Then she pushed away the idea. It didn’t matter.
    He bent her leg and positioned her foot on the mattress. Then, with a series of precise movements, he wound rope around her thigh and her ankle, binding them together. When he finished, he checked over his handiwork. “You have to tell me if anything is too tight or if it’s cutting off your circulation.”
    The rope was thick enough that the individual strands didn’t dig into her flesh uncomfortably and smooth enough so that it wasn’t scratchy or abrasive. Mia wondered whether he would bind her hands. She waited for him to tie her other leg, but he didn’t move. She glanced up to find him staring at her expectantly.
    “Did you hear what I said?” He slid his finger between the rope and her flesh, testing the tightness.
    “Tell you if it’s too tight? Yes. I will.”
    “Wiggle your toes.”
    She did, and he watched. Apparently satisfied with what he saw, he bound her other leg the same way and made her wiggle her toes again.
    This position didn’t make her feel overly restricted. It just didn’t feel like bondage if her hands were free. She imagined him between her legs, his thick cock filling her pussy. She wouldn’t be able to wrap her legs around him. Would she feel bound when it came time for that?
    He pushed her legs open a little more. The cool air hit her pussy juices, and she shivered. He came around the side, holding her open with a firm grasp on the rope. It tugged at her skin, but it didn’t hurt. “Give me your arm.”
    It didn’t take her long at all to figure out he intended to bind her wrists to the ropes holding her thighs and ankles together. She held her arm out to him. Minutes later, she felt truly bound. Her wrists were tied in a way that forced her legs to remain wide apart. Kaelen had unrestricted access to every part of her body.
    Then he put the padded blindfold over her eyes. He brushed a kiss against her cheek. “What’s your safe word?”
    She moistened her lips at his husky tone. “Oasis.”
    The bed dipped as he shifted. He didn’t bother hiding his movements, and she was able to approximate his position. So when she felt his fingers tracing her wet folds, the sensation didn’t surprise her. She knew exactly what he planned to do.
    “So wet. I’m going to make you scream.”
    He didn’t give her a chance to reply. Heat from his tongue seared her clit. She wished she wasn’t wearing a blindfold. The image of Kaelen with his head buried between her thighs wasn’t one she wanted to miss. She moaned and called his name.
    He flicked and sucked, kissing her pussy with complete abandon. Sharp pulls as he sucked harder had her thrusting her pelvis closer. Wanting to wind her fingers through his hair, she jerked at the ropes holding her wrists in place. She struggled, but the action was deliciously futile. Tension curled in her center, and she came in a gush of cream.
    Between her legs, Kaelen moaned. The vibrations prolonged the feelings of pleasure flooding through her bloodstream. He lifted away, taking his body heat with him. “You taste so fucking good. I think I’ll have some more.”
    Mia shivered. She shifted her face toward the sound of his voice, but she had no idea where he was. Then she heard the hiss of a zipper, and she knew he was getting the vibrating equipment from his luggage. Or hers. She hoped he was going for that big purple one in her suitcase.
    “Wiggle your fingers and toes for me.”
    She showed him that her circulation was still good, and then she felt