“Bottom drawer of my dresser, Beau. Take out the rope.”
twenty-five
Liam
Bondage started as a way for me to control the level of touch I received during sex while I worked through the shitstorm that was my childhood in therapy.
Vulnerability doesn’t come easily to me. The less emotion I showed growing up, the less I was beat down for my weakness.
What I hadn’t expected was to enjoy the act of tying up my partners so much. The intricacies of the knots I constructed and the patience it required, both from myself and the person I was pleasuring.
I won’t lie and say I haven’t been thinking about how far I could push Stasi in the bedroom. The thought has lived rent-free in my head ever since I saw that glint of something wild in those sultry, bourbon eyes.
Beau walks over, hard cock bobbing with each step. Crouching down beside Stasi, he closes the drawer she was rifling through and opens the one below it. Stasi’s eyes grow wide at my collection of sex toys.
“So close to my secrets, weren’t you?” I chuckle darkly.
Beau places a neatly wrapped, soft black rope in my awaiting palm. As he steps away, I lower myself to Stasi’s level.
“This goes nowhere without consent,” I say.
The word ‘please’ slips from her pouty mouth. My cock jerks, pressing obscenely against the fabric of my jeans.
Why did I ever believe this side of me would scare her away? She’s sweet, but I’ve learned how naughty she can be, too.
“Say the word mercy and this stops. Understood?”
She nods, blinking those thick lashes up at me. Fuck, she’s so submissive. Shewantsto give up control, even with the nervous tremble of her body.
I offer her little touches to help soothe her. A stroke of my fingers through her thick hair. A touch of my rings along her goose bumped skin. A brush of my thumb along the cupid’s bow of her upper lip.
No matter where my body is positioned, she instinctively leans toward me like I’m the sun she orbits.
Sweeping locks of hair off her shoulder, I lean down to bring my mouth to the shell of her ear. “You want to be good for me. Don’t you?”
I smirk when she closes her eyes and shudders.
“Yes.” She’s even quieter this time, the word barely breathed into existence.
My gaze lifts to Beau as he grips his erection. The urge is there to tell him hands off. Tonight is about teachinghera lesson. Edging him in the process is just a bonus.
Moving to stand behind her, I tangle a hand in her hair and tug her head back until she’s looking up at me from her knees. Her trust shouldn’t be such a turn on, but I’m already achingly hard.
I stroke a thumb along her cheekbone. “But you misbehaved tonight, didn’t you?”
Her lips part. No sound comes out. I lower myself to her other side and drag my mouth up her neck. She’s so warm, and she always smells so fucking good. I can’t help but feather kisses along her skin, enjoying the way her pulse quickens beneath my lips.
I want to crawl inside her veins and spread through every inch of her body. I want topossessher.
Looping the rope around her wrists, I pull them together behind her back and form the first knot.
“Angel.Answer me.”
She squirms in my hold. “I got distracted. The puppy dog eyes, Liam…”
“No admission of guilt, hmm?”
Wrapping a hand around her nape, I thrust her forward so her right cheek presses flat against the floor and her ass lifts into the air. I spend a moment in awe of her perfect body, smoothing my palm down her spine.
