Already half undone before he’s even undressed me.
“What if I want to do other things to you?”
His voice vibrates against my neck, low and deliberate, and it punches the breath right out of me.
“Like what?” I whisper, my pulse quickening.
God, I’m up for anything.
Well—anything but fisting. That’s where I draw the line.
His mouth drags slowly along my jaw, lips grazing skin with an ache that makes my thighs twitch. His body pulses against mine, the same raw need humming between us.
“I’ll show you,” he murmurs.
And then he’s gone. Lifting off me, leaving behind the heat and the pressure like he’s stripped something vital. I watch, breath locked in my chest, as he strides toward the wardrobe.
My heart thunders.
My lips part, dry.
My pussy clenches with thick, aching want.
The thrill of it—knowing he’s about to show me something new, something wicked—has my entire body wound tight. There’s nothing sexier than a man who knows how to tease out the filthiest sounds from me, pull them from my throat like he owns them.
He returns holding two items; one, sleek and black—a glint of something shiny and cold.
The other, nipple clamps—I already know what they are.
“What’s that?” I ask, nodding toward the unfamiliar bar.
His smile spreads slow and cruel, eyes dark with intent.
“It’s a bit.”
“A… bit?” I echo, throat dry.
He crooks a finger, and I obey without hesitation—crawling closer until he presses the bar to my lips.
My mouth parts instinctively, drawn in like prey in velvet rope. And I let him push it in, heart pounding, body spiralling.
Maybe I should fear this side of him.
But I don’t.
Not even a little. I trust him.
Completely.
He can do whatever he wants to me—tie me up, clamp me down, drive me past reason—and I’ll still whisper “thank you” through moans he’s handcrafted.
The metal is cold and dominant against my tongue, and when he buckles it behind my head, pulling it snug, drool instantly begins pooling at the corners of my mouth. I’m gagged and dripping, already halfway undone.
“Lie back.” His voice is firm, low—full of heat and command.
He nods toward the top of the bed, and I don’t hesitate. I scoot up willingly, stripping off my joggers and top with the speed of a woman possessed, revealing lingerie I picked with this very moment in mind.
I knew I’d get my way tonight.
