"Light?"
"Green," I replied easily. "But I'm going to see red if you keep teasing me."
I felt his smile against my shoulder. "I'm sorry, but who's in control here?" He dipped his fingers into the moisture at my center, and I gasped in gratification. "I need to hear you say it."
"You are," I gusted. "God, yes. You are."
He hummed in satisfaction, and his first two fingers circled my clit, causing my pussy to clench, before he swirled back down to my entrance. Slowly, he eased his fingers inside of me.The sensation took my breath away, and I let my head hang between my arms as I relaxed against the fullness of his fingers. He twisted his fingers back and forth, sliding against my G-spot, and I gasped, picking up my head. An intense jolt of desire rocked through me, causing me to clench around him and moan out loud. Knox pumped in and out of me, kissing down my back. "Did you like that, Gem?"
"Yes," I moaned. "Do it again. Please."
He fucked me slowly with his fingers, taking his time before pressing against my G-spot again, which felt swollen and extra sensitive. "A little extra pressure from a full bladder is a little-known secret for great sex."
I had assumed as much, based on the way it felt, butye Gods, I didn't know it made that much of a difference. I made a mental note of that before my brain went numb with pleasure as he wrapped his left hand around my bound waist and began slow circles with perfect pressure around my clit. I let my head fall again, this time pressing my face into the mattress to stifle the ridiculous noises that were threatening to come from my throat.
In and out, he worked me with his fingers, brushing against that sensitive spot, and with his other hand, he massaged my clit in gentle, sure strokes in the exact same way I'd shown him I liked. I came so close to an orgasm, I clenched my bound hands and my toes curled. But then he slowed, removing his left hand from my clit and pulling his fingers out to cover my aching sex with his flat hand. "Give me a light."
"Green," I moaned into the blanket. "So green. Keep going, green."
He tapped his flat hand against my pussy, just hard enough that the sting eased my need for relief. "Keep going? I want to fuck you so hard, you see stars behind that blindfold, Gemma. You look so fucking beautiful."
"Fuck me," I growled, arching my back as liquid slid down the inside of my thigh. "Please, Kno—Rook."
Suddenly, he was at my entrance, and I could feel that he'd put on a condom this time, which I found rather laughable after he hadn't bothered with it before. But I supposed that taking chances wasn't the smartest way to continue forward, either. He pulsed against my exposed opening, his hands coasting over my ass before grabbing the rope that tethered my waist to my knees on either side. Pulling me up to meet him, he gradually eased his cock into my needy pussy, and I groaned again, pressing my forehead to the mattress. He feltso good. Huge and long and filling me just right, and I knew in that moment he had positivelyruinedsex for me with anyone else.
In this position, I couldn't reach my clit, but the extra pressure from my bladder on my G-spot was doing magical things to the way Knox slid in and out of me. Knox started slow, stretching me and bottoming out to the point of pain, and then releasing again. Uninhibited by the blindfold and the ropes, I moaned loudly, moving my hips against him and silently begging for more. He obliged, filling me completely and then slowly withdrawing, but it wasn’t fast enough. It was just slow enough to drive me wild with need without providing a chance for release. I wanted to rip off my blindfold and glare. I wanted to wiggle out of my restraints, push him to the bed and ride him hard and fast until I came so hard, it took my breath away.
But I couldn’t. I wasn’t in control—Knox was. And he was drawing out my pleasure stroke by stroke, holding onto the ropes at my hips and slamming hard inside of me before pulling out torturously slowly, only to do it over and over again. “Knox,” I begged, my face pressed to the coverlet.
He spanked my ass hard, and I gasped, lifting my face. He smoothed his hand over the sore cheek. “What’s my name when I’m fucking you?”
Around a groan, I growled, “Rook.”
“It doubles every time you forget,” he warned.
The way my ass was growing pleasantly warm and tingly, I thought maybe that wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Was it a thing towantpunishments? I was pretty sure it was. “Rook,” I tried again, my fingers holding fistfuls of blanket and my legs trembling with need. “Please. I’m begging you.”
“Begging me for what?” he asked, his voice tight.
Ah, so he was tormenting himself, too. “Please, go faster.”
“But then I will be done, and your stunning body won’t be mine anymore,” he teased softly. “Give me a light, Gem.”
“Green,” I reluctantly admitted. “But Knox, I swear to Go—”
Smack. Smack.Knox delivered a spank to each cheek, and I gasped. “Still green?”
“Yes,” I groaned, moving my hips and begging for him to fill me again. He did, and I moaned an incoherent plea for release. “Rook. Please, I want to come.”
“You want to come, pretty girl?” he echoed, and as he did, he suddenly sped up, holding the ropes at my waist and filling me so deeply, so quickly, all my thoughts slipped from my mind like mercury.
“Y-yes,” I panted. “Please.” Then, with startling speed, I found myself climbing up to a leg-shaking orgasm. "Rook, I can't," I gasped, my toes curling again and my thighs tensing. "I can't. I'm there. Please."
"Come for me, baby," he encouraged, picking up his pace and urging me to cross the finish line.
My core tightened, clenching so hard that I let out an involuntary gasp, and then I shattered into vibrant shards of ecstasy. Fireworks of color burst behind my closed, blindfolded eyes, and the sensation of Knox fluidly moving inside of me and finding his own completion wrung the last of my orgasm from my shaking body.
I wanted to melt into a puddle of post-sex bliss, but the ropes kept me upright and kneeling. I'd never felt so out of control and yet perfectly safe and cared for in my life. Like Knox had wrapped me up in a kind of refuge, using his capable hands and soothing words. Nothing I'd experienced before compared.
