“You don’t want to know what I’m thinking, Vida,” he says, darkly. “Please come down.”
It’s then that I notice the jutting angle of his fly. He’s even harder than he was before. I analyze my position, and my curiosity grows.
“Do you like that my hands aren’t free?”
His chest starts to lift and fall faster. “Vida…”
“I already know your secret, Tripp.” I kick my legs gently, and his eyes are drawn there, to my sandy feet, his expression darkening further. “Just tell me.”
He shakes his head. “I’m going to scare you.”
“You won’t make me do anything I don’t want to do. You’ve proven that.”
There’s a flash of gratitude on his face before he goes back to looking…deeply starved.
“I was thinking if I belted your wrists to that bar, I could do anything I wanted to that little body.”
A fog of heat settles into my lower body, moist and heavy.
Curious.
“What would you do?”
His breath escapes in a rush, and he drops a hand to the bulge in his pants, rubbing at the painful-looking swell.
“I fucking hate myself for this, angel, but I think…” He swallows heavily. “I think watching you struggle naked would make me come.”
The fierce rush of damp between my thighs makes me gasp.
DoIlike this, too?
Do I want to be held captive?
There’s only one way to find out—and I trust him. He stopped yesterday on a dime. If I’m uncomfortable, he’ll drop everything to make it better. Somehow, I know that.
“Do it.”
His chin jerks up. “What?”
I bite my lip. “Belt my wrists.”
“No, angel.”
“Please?” I pout, kicking my legs in that way that inspires a wave of lust on his face.
My begging works. Nostrils flared, forearms flexed, he unbuckles his belt and drags it slowly through the loops, never taking his hungry eyes off me. When he closes the distance between us in a single stride and his hard body comes up against mine, a desperate sound trips out of my mouth. I’m a foot off the ground, making our heights even, and he presses his forehead to mine now, his breath hot on my mouth while he reaches up and winds the leather belt around my wrists, fastening them to the metal bar.
My panties are already sodden, simply by witnessing his behemoth arousal.
I can taste his mint breath, smell his adrenaline-fueled sweat.
“I don’t want to have sex,” I whisper against his lips. “Anything else…”
“You think I would take your virginity like this, angel?” Squeezing his eyes closed, he rolls our foreheads together. “Never. I just…”
“I know what you want,” I say tremulously, testing the bonds. Tight. They’re tight.
Holding me fast, keeping me dangling above the ground, the tips of my toes barely able to scrape the surface of the sand. Excitement trickles into my blood when he steps back, watching me writhe midair, appearing almost in disbelief over what he’s done.
