Seeing her with my name across her back awakens a possessive side of me—has me wanting to do irrational things. Like hike up my jersey and fuck her until she’s begging me not only to let her come, but to officially make her Mrs. Wilson. Only to wake up tomorrow morning and bring her to the courthouse to make that a reality.
Her breathing picks up speed the way it does when she’s turned on, and I’m dying to see how wet she is for me without so much as touching her. Tonight I’d like to play with her—wind her up until she’s pleading for my cock.
She drifts her fingers up the exposed skin of my chest before grabbing the fabric of my shirt and pulling it off. “I think I’d like you to finally fuck your fiancée so I can see if hitching myself to you is the right choice.”
I unbuckle my dress belt and pants and slide them down my legs. Leaning in, I murmur against her lips, “Don’t act like you’ve forgotten what it’s like to have me buried inside of you, baby girl.”
In nothing but my black boxer briefs, Scarlett backs me up and pushes down on my shoulders once the back of my knees meets the mattress. As I sit on the edge of the bed, Scarlett goes to her bag and pulls out my black satin tie from earlier.
“I think I rather liked when you used this on me earlier, Cap.”
“Mmm. Is that so? Does my fiancée like being tied up like my own personal plaything?” Grabbing the backs of her thighs, I pull her on top of my lap so she’s straddling me.
“Yes,” she whimpers as she rubs herself against me. I grip her hips beneath my jersey and work her over my covered length, her breath hitching whenever her clit brushes against my shaft.
“You want me to fuck you, baby girl?”
“Please,” she begs, and I chuckle because if she’s already begging, she has no idea what I’ve got in store for her.
Standing to my full height with her still wrapped around my waist, I turn and walk to the side of my bed before lying her on her back in the middle of the mattress. I crawl to her and straddle her chest. When Scar licks her lips, my cock grows impossibly harder. Reaching above her head, I press on the headboard until the wood clicks and a secret panel opens to reveal a steel rod.
Scarlett’s gasp has my dick twitching in anticipation. “Hands above your head, baby girl,” I command, and when she complies, I make quick work of securing her hands to the rod with my tie. After tugging her wrists, I’m satisfied with my handiwork.
“Okay, that should definitely come with us in the move,” she suggests.
I chuckle as I make my way down her body, reveling in the way she squirms beneath me.
“Hang tight,” I tell her as I step off my bed and disappear into the hallway. When I return a moment later with a glass of ice water, I head into my closet to grab a second tie before setting both down on the bedside table.
“Thirsty?” she questions, her chuckles muffled by her breathlessness.
“You have no idea,” I tell her as I slip off my briefs, my cock bobbing to attention as I fist it and roughly stroke it.
Scarlett writhes on the bed, rubbing her thighs together as she tries to find relief.
“What do you need?” I ask, my voice gravelled with lust.
“Your cock.”
“How do you want it?”
“In my mouth,” she admits, licking her lips again.
I grab my other tie from the bedside table and crawl back to her, repositioning myself above her.
“Do you trust me to make you feel good?” I ask her as I gently lift her head off the bed to slip the fabric of the tie under her head.
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Are you okay with being blindfolded, Little Red?”
“Mmm. Yes,” she murmurs.
I fasten my tie over her eyes and marvel at the sight beneath me. “Breathtaking,” I muse as I place a chaste kiss on her lips.
Scarlett whines when I pull away, apparently too quickly for her liking. Unable to leave her unsatisfied, I give her what she wants, settling between her legs as I kiss her until she opens up for me and I deepen it until we’re both gasping for air. I trail kisses along her jaw, down the column of her neck, and along each of her collarbones. When I suck the skin into my mouth, she whimpers, and it deepens my possessive urge to mark her. She doesn’t protest as I pepper hickeys over her skin that will be a bitch for her to cover come tomorrow. All the while, I shamelessly grind against her, massaging her clit with my crown and piercings, withholding penetration, continuing her torture.
“I want your cock, Bennett,” she wails impatiently.
