“Do you want me naked?” he asks as he slides his fingers underneath the edge of his tight boxers.
“Sure.” I motion casually and smack my arm with the bindings. I want to hit myself in the forehead, but I would probably knock myself out.
“Alright, Foxy,” he smirks, and pushes them down.
I inhale sharply. My mate is a beautiful man.
“I’ll just…” I point toward the bed and turn sharply. Fuck, what is wrong with me? I lean over the mattress and move the blankets, pushing them to the bottom of the bed. “How—” Ezra presses against my back.
“The cuffs are easy to use,” he says softly, taking them from me. “There is a long strap between them that you can attach to the headboard.”
“Okay,” I gulp, watching his hands in a daze.
“I’ll get on the bed first.” He gently moves me to the side and sits on the edge. “Cuffs.” He holds his wrists toward me.
I can’t believe this is happening. Being bound takes trust, and that’s why I’ve never wanted to do it with another man. I attached one cuff and then the other, and try not to stare at his hard cock. The man is hot, and seeing him sit easily, watching me, turns me on even more. He’s attractive no matter what he is doing. He moves to the middle of the bed, holding his arms above his head. My heart pounds as I climb on the edge, leaningover him to clasp them to the frame. As I finish, I look down and notice my chest is inches away from his face.
“Enjoying yourself?” I ask, and he glances up.
“Immensely.” He grins, and I shake my head, backing away.
It’s time to give him my trust and my body. I take off my shoes, kicking them to the side. My body is mine to reveal. It took time to love it again. There is power in willingly undressing myself. His focus is on me, and he can’t move. It’s my choice to leave him bound or release him. A new confidence flows through me, and I appreciate my mate more than ever. I reach for my zipper and slowly lower it. He watches every move, his eyes on my hands. Pushing the fabric over my shoulders, I let it pool around my hips. I wiggle, and it’s around my feet. His jaw tenses. I’m not ready to take everything off, so I step forward.
“Should you have a word?” I ask as I stop at the bottom of the bed.
“Grapes.”
“Grapes?” I laugh.
“I hate them. They are rubbery, and the skin peels off.” He cringes.
“Okay.” I bite my lip, pausing.
He waits patiently. I think of all the ways he has waited for me to be comfortable with him. I ease on the mattress and kneel. His breathing quickens. I’m safe. Ezra would never hurt me. I want him desperately, so I crawl toward him. His hands clench, but he doesn’t move. His control is being tested, yet he does this for me.
My hesitance disappears. I continue up the bed and over his body. Hovering on all fours, I dip my head and kiss him gently. Pulling back, I nip his lip before dragging my mouth down. I trace the tattoo on his chest with my tongue.
“Jesus, baby,” he groans, and I smile against his skin.
Moving on, I shift my weight onto my palms and move to his stomach. Kissing from one side to the other, his inhale urges meto be bold. I crawl backward, dragging my hands on the sheet, I lift my legs between his, and sit on my heels. I meet his gaze and lift my arms, unclasping my bra. His chest rises as I throw it to the floor.
“You’re beautiful,” I rasp.
“If you think so,” he says.
“I do. It’s not just on the outside.” I hook my thumbs under the edge of my underwear. “Are you okay?” I glance at his hands.
“No,” he grits out, and I pause. “I’m fucking fantastic. There isn’t anywhere in the world I would rather be. You are stunning.”
I smile slightly and sit on the bed. Without moving from between his legs, I work the fabric down and over my knees. His eyes flicker to my thighs, and he tilts his head. Having my mate be so greedy, enjoying every inch of skin that I reveal, is intoxicating. I drop my underwear over the side of the bed and resume my position, my hands on his thighs.
“Thank you, mate.” I lean forward and lick his cock from bottom to top.
“Shit.” He presses his head into the pillow, but his eyes remain on my face. “Baby.”
“What do you want?” I ask, squeezing my hands.
“You’re in control.”
