He unknots the laces, pulling them free from their loops with tortuous slowness. The corset loosens, and I fill my lungs, the cool air rushing in. I want to rip the rest of it off, to turn and wrap myself around him, to feel every inch of this man against me, inside me.
Instead, Kane takes his time peeling the corset from my waist. The wide boning stamped a pattern against my skin, marking me as his. Corset discarded, he guides me to face him, scarlet laces gathered in his fist, his dark gaze trailing over me, searing my skin.
My heart pounds in anticipation, every nerve ending alive, as he lays me back onto the soft cocoon of the bed.
He holds the laces above me like a weapon, a tool of restraint and release as he guides my hands above my head. He ties one end of the laces around my right wrist, then my left, like silken cuffs. His rough fingers graze my skin, and I twist against the bed, desperate for him.
He smiles that sinful smile that’s made promises I know he intends to keep as he stretches my arms above my head and secures the other end of the silk laces to the bedpost. Kane licks his lips and leans back, taking in the sight of me spread out before him, my wrists bound, my naked body completely at his mercy.
“Gods, you’re exquisite,” he murmurs, desire burning in his eyes, a barely restrained need that matches my own.
He leans down, his lips capturing mine in a searing kiss that steals my breath and leaves me gasping and dizzy, my heart pounding in my chest.
Kane slides down my body. The fabric of his clothed skin brushes against me, making me shiver as his lips leave a trail of fire along my neck. When he reaches my breasts, he pauses, looking up at me with a wicked glint in his eyes before taking one nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirls around the tight peak before sucking gently. His hand moves to my other breast. His fingers pinch and roll my nipple, matching the rhythm of his mouth.
I arch my back, pressing myself closer to him. He responds by sucking harder, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin in a way that makes me gasp and pull at my restraints. His mouth leaves my breast, only to move to the other, giving it the same attentive, excruciating pleasure. He nibbles lightly, then soothes with his tongue, flicking over the pebbled bud.
He releases my nipple, his breath hot against my wet skin. He looks up at me, his dark eyes endless. Then he shifts lower, resuming his descent. His fingers brush teasing trails along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs as he spreads my legs wide. Kane’s mouth follows the path of his fingers, and I bite my lower lip, my breath fluttering as the cool air brushes against the wetness that awaits him.
“Kane, please,” I whisper, voice trembling.
His tongue flicks out, tasting me, and I gasp, my hips bucking involuntarily. My nails dig into the silk corset laces while he holds my thighs apart, keeping me open for him as he licks and teases.
A moan escapes me, and my hands strain against the bindings. The tension adds an edge to the pleasure that heightens every sensation. Kane continues his torture,and his name falls from my lips in a breathless chant, a plea for more, for everything.
His eyes lock on mine, his expression dark and hungry as he parts my thighs farther, opening me further. “You taste so good, Fawn. So sweet. So wet.” The vibration of his voice sends a shiver through my body as he licks into me, his tongue delving deeper. “I’m going to drink you up. Every last drop.”
He continues his exquisite torment, sucking gently, drawing out my pleasure in long, lingering pulls.
“Kane,” I gasp, my voice breaking on his name.
He pulls back, his lips tilted in a wicked smirk that glistens with my arousal.
“Please,” I whimper, “don’t stop.”
His grin widens, eyes blazing as he slides his finger inside me before curling in a rhythm that leaves me gasping. “Promise to be my good girl, Fawn.”
“I promise,” I cry. “I promise to be your good girl.”
His free hand grips my hip, and he pulls me closer. “Then come for me, Fawn.” He brings his mouth back to my clit, humming against me, sending vibrations through my core. “Come on my tongue.”
The pressure builds, unstoppable. His command and his touch tie around me, forcing my surrender. My moans grow louder, more desperate and wilder, as I strain against the silk bindings. My body responds to his words, and my mind fills with the need to obey, to show him just how good I can be.
Kane’s tongue moves faster. Each increasingly insistent flick sends me higher. The pleasure builds, a tidal wave that crashes over me. I come undone. My body quakes with the force of my release.
I shudder and cry out as Kane’s mouth continues its worship, drinking down every pulse of my release. His tongue strokes me through the aftershocks until I’m a trembling, spent mess beneath him.
He moves up my body, his kisses trailing a burning path along my stomach. He pauses to lavish attention on my breasts, sucking and teasing until I’m arching into him, craving more. Then he captures my lips in a bruising kiss. His tongue explores mine, and I can taste myself on him. The sweetness sends another wave of heat pooling between my legs.
“You’ve been such a good girl. Would you like your reward?”
“That wasn’t it?”
“Not even close,” he whispers, his lips brushing my ear.
I smile and buck into him, my body already begging for it.
“Take off your clothes.” I pant, my hands straining to break free from their binds and strip him. “Take them off.” My fingers ache to pull him closer, to feel him against me without any barriers.
