“I would never—”
“Iknow. My head knows. But my body seems to have a mind of its own. I can’t control the way I feel. It’s like being trapped in a nightmare.”
If she had buried the dagger in his chest, it probably would have hurt less.
“I’m sorry,” he said despairingly, wanting only to ease her pain.
She leaned down to lie on top of him, whispering in his ear. “Don’t be. This is actually helping. I’m not afraid now. Only aroused.”
Her words were a lightning bolt shooting straight to his cock.
With a wicked smile, she stood on her knees and raised her nightgown. The fabric slid over her thighs, higher, higher, until it exposed her bare pussy.
“Sweetheart, my mouth is watering. Do you know what I would do right now if I was free? I would feast on your pussy until you screamed with pleasure. I would lick and suck and kiss your lips until you release that sweet cream of your arousal into my mouth. Sit on my face, and I’ll demonstrate.”
“Hmm, that sounds like a capital idea. For another time, maybe. I’m not ready to let you touch me.”
He groaned and closed his eyes. “Touch yourself then. If you don’t want to fuck me, touch yourself for me.”
“I suppose you can watch.”
His eyes snapped open at that. Was she…? Yes! She was a goddess of sensuality as she lifted her nightgown over her head and discarded it completely. Her breasts, round, full, and capped by rosy, pink areolas beckoned him. He wanted to suck on those nipples until she was squirming with desire. As if aware of his thoughts, she cupped her breasts in her hands and teased the nipples, moaning softly and making his balls hurt with unspent desire.
But when she dipped her finger into her pussy and teased her pearl, he almost lost reason. His cock wept, and he was sure he would spend without a single touch, like a callow youth. He wasn’t even worried about embarrassing himself anymore, anything to relieve the ache in his balls.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Touch your pearl until you come; you are so fucking beautiful. I’m losing my sanity here. You could not devise a worse torment than for me to see you and not be able to touch you.”
She kept touching herself, her eyes scrunched shut, her head thrown back, her mouth parted. The rhythm of her fingers increased, a frown marred her sweet brow. Dear God, she was magnificent. With a surprised gasp, she shuddered and collapsed onto her haunches, while tremors ran through her body and her breathing hitched and stuttered. With the last ofher crisis, her eyes opened, and her gaze, wild with release, collided with his, heavy with desire.
He opened his mouth, but she put her hand over it to silence him. The same hand she had used to touch herself. Opening his lips, he took two fingers into his mouth. Sucking, soothing himself, consoling his ravaged desire with the taste of her.
If this was all he would get, he would be content with that. It was more than he had hoped for when he came upstairs tonight. But then she threw a leg over his body to straddle his hips. Their gazes locked, and he held his breath, hoping for a completion he craved more than air.
Josephinekneeled,poisedonthe tip of his rod. God, she wanted him. This beautiful man. Generous and kind. He had allowed himself to be tied. Had even been the one to suggest it. It would have never occurred to her in a million years to ask for this. But it had been exactly what she needed.
With him tied, helpless, at her mercy, she felt powerful. He had given her all the choices. Had he regretted it when he realized the depth of her anger and her hurt?
She had toyed with him, tortured him, even, at times, frightened him. She had done it on purpose, moved by a dark impulse to make him understand her pain.
She wasn’t proud of some of the things she had done. The dagger play had gone a bit too far. She had shredded his clothes to ribbons. And, amazingly, he still wanted her. He had not reproached her. He had valiantly withstood all she had meted out, and in so doing, had helped her vanquish her fear. Enough for her to contemplate this.
Even now, she could see the desperate hope in his eyes. She could have the completion he offered. If she dared.
Supporting herself with her hands on his chest, she lowered herself onto his rod. Inch by exquisite inch. He slid in easily, her slick flesh molding around him, welcoming him. This time, the joining felt right. She was not a victim accepting the violation of her body. She was in control. She was taking him because she wanted to. Could stop at any moment. Could do anything she wanted. But what she wanted was for them to find completion together. Joined in the ecstasy their bodies could provide.
She sank all the way down, taking all of him inside her. Testing the feeling, she rocked her hips. He groaned.
“Fuuuuck, Josephine, wait,” he said through gritted teeth. He seemed to be in agony, the muscles of his arms tensing, his hands grappling to hold onto his ties, his eyes scrunching closed.
Concerned, she frowned. “Are you hurt?”
His head whipped from side to side in denial. “I’m trying so hard not to come. I’m not ready for this to end yet. I—just don't move.”
Some wicked part of her wanted to disobey. To move and make him lose the last shred of control he retained. But she didn’t want this joining to end either, so she remained immobile for a few heartbeats, enjoying the sensation of his flesh embedded in hers, filling her. Testing the subtleties of the position. Kneading his rock-hard chest, dusted with a slight smattering of hair. Basking in the pleasure of his beautiful body laid out for her pleasure.
His chest rose and fell several times while he inhaled deeply. His heart hammered under her palms. But then his breathing steadied, and when he opened his eyes, she knew he was once again in control of his body.
His hips thrust up playfully. “You can ride me now.”
