Ice blue irises crowned wide inky pupils, her hunger to obey making him ache.
“And the rest, love. I want you naked.”
She unclipped her bra and stepped out of the pile of clothes at her feet, her gaze holding his the whole time.
A visible shiver prickled over her bare skin, and the vein in her neck went wild.
Jamie moved closer, pulling a navy pair of long socks from the bag he’d brought, the tag still hanging from them. He yanked it off with his teeth and held them out to her.
“Put them on. Right up to your knees.”
She let out a cute, nervous giggle, the tension between them mixing with her playful resistance. “You have a sock fetish?”
A flash of amusement lit up his face before it vanished.
“No. I have a Shannon fetish.” His voice dropped low, gravelly. “Now do as you’re told.”
The powerful hit of arousal shot through every inch of his body and into the deep thrum of his dick. Watching her standing there, beautiful and vulnerable, and obeying him... It was everything.
Shannon stooped to roll a sock up to her left knee, taking her time with the slow, tantalising speed. She repeated the same on her right leg, the movements drawing a primal reaction out of him.
A mass of inky black hair cascaded over her shoulders, tousled from the wind outside, the wild strands giving her a seductive ‘I want to get fucked’ look.
Standing tall, she tilted her head, a bold smirk dancing on her lips, as if she knew what she’d done to his heart rate.
“Like what you see, Jamie?” Her voice was low and sultry, each word laced with challenge and heat.
“Yeah. I like what I see. Very much.”
His eyes never left her as he reached for the rope, the smooth fibres warm and inviting in his palm, while the hard metal clasp at one end sent a jolt through him.
He inched closer, threading it around the back of her neck, letting it rest against her skin.
“Walk to the bedroom.”
With the rope around her neck, Shannon moved past him, her steps rushed.
Jamie tugged the rope a little. “Slowly, Shannon. I want to watch your beautiful ass from behind.”
She lifted to the tips of her toes and glanced back at him, her eyes wide. After a racing heartbeat, she rose to the challenge and took her time, her hips swaying with every slow step.
He gave the rope another tug, his voice a low growl as he spoke. “You like this version of you, don’t you, love? The one that’s all mine to play with.”
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice breathless.
For a moment, Jamie wondered if he wanted more from her than just fun. The thought lingered, but he pushed it away and focused on her, entranced by the way her ass moved as he followed behind her.
When her shins hit the mattress, Jamie released the rope, letting it drape her spine.
Prowling up behind her, his palms slid over the soft curve of her hips, and he leaned into the side of her face,his lips grazing the shell of her ear as he whispered, “Bring your hands behind your back.”
“Jamie, I…” Her voice faltered, hesitation threading through her words.
“Trust me.” His lips brushed over her temple, a soft, comforting touch that contrasted with the hunger he was holding back. “I’m asking you to trust me, love.”
After a quick breath, her elbows bent, and she obeyed.
Jamie hummed low in his throat. “That’s my good girl.”
