“How does that feel?” I asked.
“How is it supposed to feel?”
“Tight enough that you can’t get out but not so tight that it hurts.”
She gave me a wicked grin. “If I really want to get out, no leather restraints are going to keep me down.”
My cock jerked, straining against my pants in a desperate attempt to get to her. “Fuck, baby, you have no idea how hot that is. But you’re going to be a good girl and stay in your shackles if you want more. Understand?”
She nodded.
I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her panties and dragged them down her legs, slowly revealing the promised land at the apex of her thighs.
If I thought she was gorgeous normally, she was downright breathtaking like this. A rush of possessiveness overtook me, and I had a sudden need to ensure that I was the only one who ever got to see her like this.
“You’re still wearing all your clothes,” she whispered.
“Is that your way of asking me to strip?”
“Maybe.”
“In a minute. I have a promise to fulfill first.” I threaded her panties through the leather restraints around her wrists and a mostly hidden metal ring at the base of my headboard. Yes, I had a bed designed for tying people up. I liked being prepared for anything andhaving options. I’d never actually used it to tie a woman up before.
A rosy blush spread across Danielle’s cheeks as I secured her arms above her head, but the look of desire in her eyes told me she wanted this as much as I did.
I climbed off her and took a second to admire my handiwork before reaching for the buttons on my shirt and slowly undoing them.
Danielle’s eyes tracked every move, her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip before her teeth sank into it.
My pants joined my shirt on the floor a second later, but I left the boxers on.
“Spread your legs wider, baby,” I ordered, my voice little more than a growl.
“What are you going to do?”
“Taste you,” I said without a second thought.
The blush in her cheeks deepened. “You… want to do that?”
“More than anything.” I lowered my head so that my mouth hovered over her center, my breath stirring the copper-brown curls there. “Can I?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
That was all the encouragement I needed. I swiped my tongue up her slit and circled her clit with the tip. She tasted even better than I’d imagined.
She cried out and her hips jerked.
My fingers clamped around them, holding her still as I licked and devoured her. God, she was like the most addictive drug in the world. How had I ever thought I could stay away from her? We were always going to endup here. I’d wanted her from the moment I woke up in the hospital and saw her face, and my obsession had only grown since.
I was drunk on her taste and her sweet moans. She writhed and squirmed beneath me, her movements becoming more jerky and frantic with each passing second. When her legs began to shake, I slipped a single finger inside her, curling and searching for the spot that would push her over the edge.
Within seconds, her inner walls were clamping around me. My name fell from her lips on a gasp as she threw her head back with an expression of pure ecstasy that I vowed to myself I’d see again and again.
I pulled back when I was sure I’d wrung every bit of pleasure from her and she lay panting.
“Any comments?” I asked, trailing gentle kisses up her stomach.
She gave me a lazy smile. “You were perfect.”
