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“Let’s go the brat route.” I’m not exactly the submissive type. At least, I never have been, but I’ll try anything once.
His grin alights his whole face, dimple confidently flashing me, lazy dirty-blond locks in that perfect mess.
God, he’s stunning.
“That’s what I was hoping for,” he admits. “I’ve never thought much about gags, but I’m looking forward to this. Hop on.” He pats the lounge bed, dragging me to the very edge, and holds up a red silk scarf. “Ball and bit gags are sexy as fuck, but I’m not sure about them in here, in case the drooling and the steam inhibits your breathing. Just this scarf as a reminder to stay quiet. Good?”
I nod, but he sets a stern gaze on me.
“You need to verbally agree to everything, baby. Okay?”
“Yes. The scarf is good.”
He shows me what else he’ll be doing, acquires my go-ahead, and then proceeds with more instructions. “We’ll establish a safe word later. For today, since you’ll be gagged, you’ll hold this rubber ball. If at any time you need to stop, for any reason, you let it go. You drop the ball, and everything ends.” He tips my chin up to him, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “My first priority is always you, Ace.”
That might be the sweetest sentence anyone has ever spoken to me. He probably has no idea how his words are entangling my heart, melting me into a puddle of mush during the instruction portion of our multitasking sexcapade. But top billing, being someone’s priority without ulterior motives, is suddenly a desire I never realized was deep and dormant inside my bones.
He rolls the scarf, securing it over my tongue and tying it snuggly behind my head. While my breaths are already shallow due to the heat, breathing isn’t an issue with the scarf, but the way it keeps my mouth from closing will prohibit speech. Once it’s in place, he guides me to lie back, fastening a cuff to each of my wrists that connects to a band hooked on the wall behind me. Looks like this steam room is kink-approved. And I am so here for it. I’ve never had the right conditions to explore the way I wanted to. No one has ever made me feel this safe and cherished either.
His Adam’s apple bobs through a swallow, eyes glistening. “You’re so goddamn perfect, Celeste. So gorgeous for me. Bound. Gagged. Eager. And mine.”
His.
He places the ball in my palm, holding his hand over mine and kissing my forehead. “Eyes on me. Always,” he says, voice so thick and husky that it shoots right to my clit.
I arch my back, so he tweaks my nipple with a growl, sucking the other into his mouth to grant me a prickling tingle. Shivers rocket through me in spite of the heat. I need him. Now.
When he releases me, he grazes his knuckles over my cheekbone while ogling my bound and insatiable state. It’s all so much more. The steam, the sweat beading over his rippled abs, the greedy pearls of arousal seeping out of my pores, and the intensity of his gaze. It’s everything.
He grabs his phone, which is tucked into a protective pouch, and links it to the built-in speakers. The wonky ding of their connection sounds as he moves between my legs, slinging them up onto his shoulders.
“This—you trusting me out there, baby. Letting me feast on that sumptuous cunt. And here, now. This.” His eyes meander over me as he glides the head of his rock-hard cock through my slick heat. Up and down, like our first night, when he teased me until I begged. “I don’t take it lightly,” he says, and I see the veracity in his statement. “I take care of what’s mine, and I will deliver on every ounce of trust you gift me. Remember that. And remember your ball.”
“My first priority is always you, Ace.”
With that, he thrusts inside me. It’s achingly slow yet still so impassioned. Both of us drenched in equal parts sweat and desire. Those hazels say even more than his beautiful proclamations. And all I want is to get lost inside them. To reside within that midnight forest for all time.
A shocking ring blares over the speaker, invading our moment and somehow making it that much more enticing at once. My chest heaves with a thrill, which causes Liam to chuckle on another painfully slow thrust.
“Hold on to that, Ace. Be a good girl for me.”
He taps the Answer button on the phone. “Hey, Frank. You’ll have to forgive me. I’m in the middle of a hot yoga session.”
My eyes open so wide with panic that the steam swarms them with a sting.
Frank? Like my father, Frank?
“Hot yoga?” My father howls.
Holy. Fuck.
“Gotta say, that’s unexpected, Graves. I got the sense from Wells that your training regimen was more hard-core.”
“Oh, I like it hard all right. It’s definitely hard right now.” A mischievous grin blasts across Liam’s face as he maintains his easy rhythm through his double entendres. “But I find hot yoga really gets me in the perfect … zone.”
Oh. Good. God.
His eyes flit from mine to my hand. The ball. He’s reminding me I can intervene at any moment. End this call. My choice. Like the gag and restraints. I squeeze the ball, the dewy rubber clinging to my skin. Not yet. He promised he’d deliver on my trust. I’ll see what he’s got.
