Exhaling slowly, quietly, I back off Hunter’s lap. The leather feels good against my skin, and the moment he buckled it around my wrists, I was soaked. I'm unbalanced as I get to my feet, adjusting my weight. The men I’ve been with have never brought up the suggestion of being tied up, and I didn’t trust them enough to ask. Of course, I’ve wondered how it would feel. I’m a little shocked by the emotions it causes. Hunter would never hurt me, and I feel safe. Somehow, it causes me to feel closer to him.
“Turn around,” he says gruffly. When I face the desk, he stands, his skin brushes my back as he leans around me to clean the space in front of me. “Bend over.” He grips my waist as I move forward, guiding me down. “Put your arms in front of you. Don’t tense up.” I shiver as the cold surface makes contact withmy skin. I prop my chin against the wood, and I cringe. “Turn your head and press your cheek to the desk.” Once I do, I relax and realize I’m overthinking. “Gorgeous.” He drags his hand down my back, and I sink further down. “Good, Princess. Relax.”
He continues to glide his hands over my back and down my legs. I close my eyes, enjoying his big hands on me. He travels down my legs, and I tremble as his fingertips skate over my skin. My breath catches when he caresses the inside of my legs.
“Hunter,” I groan.
“Wider,” he says, tapping my leg. I lift my feet slightly and move. “Yes.” I feel him move and know he's crouching behind me. “Still good?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Ready for more?”
“Please.”
His fingers curl into my shorts and underwear. I gasp as he yanks them down. He grasps my foot, and lifts, removing the fabric. I lift the other, and then I'm naked from the waist down.
“So soft,” he hums, tracing circles up and down my legs. His mouth opens on the back of my knee, and I jump. “Settle.” His hand presses on the small of my back. “The more you move, the longer it will take until I’m inside you. Do you want to wait longer?”
“No,” I moan.
“Then do as I say,” he says roughly.
He licks the inside of my thighs, and it takes every bit of my restraint to remain still. My mate knows how to take me to the edge. I’m ready to plead for more. He traces the crease of my thigh, and I clench my jaw. I forget about everything but the man behind me, and the way he makes me feel. I’m bound, immobilized by his demand, yet I feel cherished. Wanted. I know he will give me what I need; I just need to let him guide me.
“Daddy,” I whisper.
“You're doing so well,” he says gruffly, teasing me with his fingers. “You're wet for me.” He swirls his thumb against my clit.
“Yes.”
“Your pussy is begging for me,” he rumbles as he teases me with the tip of his finger. “But I want you to.” I open my eyes, and he stands up, leaning over me, his pants brushing my ass.
“Daddy?”
“I want you to beg me to fuck you,” he whispers roughly in my ear. I feel his hand move between us, unbuttoning his pants. “I need that sweet mouth…” He taps my bottom lip. “To beg.” He scrapes his teeth across my shoulder before standing straight.
“Shit,” I grit out. He slides his finger inside me, and then adds another. “Daddy.”
“More,” he demands. “I want more, and then I’ll give you more.” He moves faster, and I tingle everywhere.
“Daddy, please,” I moan. “Please, fuck me.”
“I like that,” he hums, removing his fingers.
“Daddy,” I whimper, and he pushes my shirt up my back.
“Good,” he growls and thrusts.
“Fuck,” I pant, adjusting to his size. He holds still for a moment, and then steadily gains speed.
“Perfect,” he says. “You look good around my cock, Princess.” His hands spread over my hips, and I know without looking that he's staring at where we're joined. “Do you like how Daddy feels?”
“I do,” I breathe.
“Do you want to belong to me?” he asks, leaning against me.
“Yes,” I rasp, loving the feeling of his warm skin against mine. He stretches his arm over my head, dropping to cover me completely, and holds the leather at my wrists. He’s impossibly deep and moves faster.
