“At first,” she says breathlessly, but it’s not from fear. The pixie is turned on.
“And now?”
“I haven’t wanted anyone but you for a while. Did you want to share me?”
“At first,” I run my fingers lower, stroking her over her soaked panties.
“A – and now?” she stammers, barely able to get the words out.
“Now, I think I might break my best friend’s neck for looking at you,” I confess with a deep, rumbling growl. She lets out a shocked gasp. I’m shocked too. I’ve never had a problem sharing anything with Maddox. He’s the only person left in my life I actually care about aside from my grandfather. Or he was. Until now.
I take a step back from her, watching as her handsbrace against the bed to keep herself from falling. “Take off your panties and climb on the bed.”
She looks over her shoulder, giving me those bashful but sexy eyes. Without taking her eyes off me, she does as I say.
“All the way against the headboard.” I take my eyesoffher like I’m not interested. I walk to the nightstand, pulling out handcuffs, rope, and a row of condoms. I toss them on the bed beside her, then point between the handcuffs and the rope. “Pick one.”
Her eyes go wide as saucers and the color drains from her face. I bite my cheek to stop the grin from showing on my face. She knows what I’m into. She walked in and saw the irrefutable proof. She saw the tame stuff anyway. I won’t show her the rest. Yet.
“Wh – what’s that for?”
I tilt my head at her with a shake. “You know, pixie. Now, pick one before I pick something else.”
Those emerald, green eyes grow impossibly wider as she quickly grabs the handcuffs. I give a small smirk as I grab them. “Hands up.” I loop the cuffs between the ornate metal of my headboard then attach each end around her tiny wrists. Not tight, but tight enough the metal will bite a bit if she struggles. I grip her chin once she’s secure. “I’m not going to hurt you, pixie. This will feel good, and you’ll like it, but if you want to stop at any time, all you need to do is say so. We’re going to have a code, okay?” I watch her sexy throat bob as she swallows. “No. I need you to say it. It’s important, Heaven.”
“Okay,” she says just above a whisper.
“We’re going to stick with basics. Green you’re good, yellow you need me to slow down, and red means stop. Don’t be afraid to use yellow or red. You won’t make me angry. Do you understand?”
“I understand,” she whispers again.
I have no intention of doing anything especially out of the ordinary tonight. I’m just giving her a taste. She’ll have no reason to use thesafe word. I just want the idea to be there. Something to contemplate and consider.
“How are you feeling about the handcuffs?”
“Okay,” she tells me, turning tomato red. She likes them a lot but is embarrassed about it.
I crawl over her, kissing her mouth, tugging her lip between my teeth. “What color, Heaven?”
It was completely unnecessary to ask, but it made me excited for the time it would be. When I could see how far I could push her, knowing each time I’d push a little further.
“Green,” she pants.
“Good.”
I kiss her again, stroking the inside of her mouth with my tongue. I kiss down her chin and the column of her throat, biting just enough there will be a mark there later. I grin as I swipe my tongue over it, knowing I’m marking her for everyone to see.
I continue my path until I reach her breasts. They heave with each breath she takes. The first swipe of my tongue over a peaked nipple and I nearly come in my pants.
I’ve never been so desperate to taste someone in my life. I’ve never felt like my skin was crawling with need and desire. I’ve never had every nerve ending in my body feel like it was being electrified. I can tell from her moans and the way she’s writhing in the bed, she feels it too.
I take that pretty little nipple between my teeth, applying a bit of pressure as I roll my tongue over it once, twice, then a third time before moving to the other one. She watches my every move. Her handcuffed hands grab the headboard in a white-knuckle grip as she throws her head back.
“Watch me, pixie. I want you to watch me worship your body.”
I slide my hand between her legs, stroking her folds but not giving her any kind of relief. The whimpers coming from her are like a song, and lyrics begin to form in my head. A song about the perfection she is.
Moisture runs with each teasing stroke of my fingers. The sight of her arousal makes my head spin. She turns red when more begins to flow. “Are you embarrassed, pixie?” She doesn’t say anything, but the redness spreads as she bites her lip. “Don’t be embarrassed. Do you know what it does to me to see your pussy literally weeping forme?It’s crying for me, Heaven.”
