He slid the rope from her neck and wound the length of it around her wrists in a figure eight, tight and secure.
“On the bed,” he commanded.
Placing his hands on her hips, Jamie guided her forward, easing her onto the mattress on her knees. He traced a hand along the curve of her back and pushed her chest lower.
With her ass raised, she turned her head sideways, placing her cheek on the duvet, her position open, vulnerable, and waiting.
The sight of her, bound and exposed, sent a surge of heat straight to his core. Every inch of him was on fire, the urge to taste her, to claim her, overwhelming him.
He took a slow breath, savouring the sight before shrugging out of his leather jacket, tossing it aside and peeling his t-shirt off.
He’d been with countless women in the past, and enjoyed the rush of sex over and over, but this time, hisblood pumped faster, and his restraint proved harder to control.
Pale skin glowed in the daylight streaming in through the skylight above the bed, the fleshy curve of her ass ready for a swat. The swift slap he unleashed made her suck in air, her toes curling.
The moan that slipped out of her edged him further.
“Please…”
He dipped forward and dragged his tongue over the pretty pink mark, licking and grazing before he lowered to his haunches, parted her ass cheeks and moved his mouth to her swollen clit.
“What do you need from me, love? Ask me and I’ll make it happen.”
“I need a release…” she whispered in a tattered breath.
He adored how she surrendered, put her trust in him and lost herself in the pleasure he offered.
She was naked, wearing only knee socks and bound by rope, completely at his mercy, her breath coming in hard gasps as she pressed herself closer to him.
With a deep, lingering suck and a teasing bite, her body trembled. An orgasm swept through her, while moans muffled against the duvet.
Her hands, still bound behind her back, intensified her helplessness, making her surrender fucking unreal.
He got off on the power of watching her unravel while he had her tied up.
Standing to his full height, Jamie peeled the socksoff her legs. He grabbed the rope twisted around her wrists and yanked her backward into his chest.
When her fingers brushed against his dick, he nuzzled the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of Shannon Colter.
Her skin prickled under each soft kiss he placed along her shoulder, her senses heightened.
Turning her hips, he brought her face-to-face with him and squeezed her jaw in his hand.
“I haven’t finished with you yet.”
Her whimpers were intoxicating, her smile dreamy, and the way she responded to him was a whirlwind of emotion and sensation.
“What do you have in mind?” she murmured, her voice thick with lust.
“As much as I adore those big blue eyes…” He cupped her face gently, pressing his lips to each eyelid until she closed them.
He replaced his mouth with the soft nylon material of her knee-high sock.
“Wait…” Her voice trembled, unsure. “I don’t know about this…”
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Jamie
