Page 47 of This Reckless Home

My lips curve slightly. “The tree where Anatole lost control?”

Her cheeks blush again and I can’t wait to see that colour spread across her body. “It was the first thing I thought of!”

“Then it’s perfect. Plum tree.” I test the word, then nod. “Good. You say that, everything stops. No questions, no hesitation. I untie you immediately. Clear?”

She bobs her head in a nod, her chest rising and falling a little faster as her breaths come faster. “Clear.”

“And if you can't speak? If I have my hand over your mouth or something?” My tone is utterly serious now, making sure she understands the gravity of what we're doing.

“I could... tap you? With my foot? Three times?”

Pride fills my chest.

“Three foot taps.” I nod. “Good girl.” That delicious shiver falls over her again. “Now, your boundaries. Anything that is an absolute no?” Both lips disappear as she sucks them in, and before I can think on it, my hand darts out, my thumb tugging them back out. “I’m trying very hard to concentrate, baby, but if you keep doing that I won’t be able to hold back.”

Her lips part under my thumb, and I can’t resist sliding it inside her hot mouth just a little, watching as the tip of her tongue strokes it. Fuck. “I can’t wait to slide my dick in this perfect fucking mouth, Petal.” Her eyes go a little glazed, and with great reluctance I pull my thumb out. “Right, limits?”

“Um, I don’t really know to be honest,” she says after a moment. “None of my other partners have ever really gone beyond vanilla sex.” She pauses, thinking as her lips purse. “I guess I’m not sure about pain so maybe let’s leave that for today? Maybe ease me in gently? To start anyway.”

“Okay, we can do that.” I look her up and down, slowly, and watch as her nipples pebble under the tank top she’s wearing. “Now, take off your pajamas and get on the bed.”

Her eyes go wide and she licks those punishable lips, then her hands come to the hem of her tank, grasping it between those delicate fingers of hers and tugging it upwards. A groan of appreciation falls from my lips when she reveals her gorgeous tits. They’re perfect, just more than a handful and begging for me to bite and mark up. I’ll take it slow tonight, so we can discover how much pain she can handle together after she gets a taste of me first.

I watch as she drops the garment to the floor, removing her sleep shorts next until she’s standing in front of me, completely bare and at my mercy. I’m almost dizzy with the fierce needs that are running through me. To claim. To add my marks next to Steele’s fading ones.

“So damn beautiful,” I marvel softly, and that flush she was wearing earlier spreads across her skin. “Now, on the bed, Petal.”

I give her my hand, helping her onto her bed and to lie down. She’s trembling, it’s warm in here but I want to make sure she’s comfortable. “Are you cold, baby?”

“No,” she replies, her pretty hazel eyes locked onto mine and the trust in them is threatening to undo me.

“These shivers for me?” I ask in a husky voice as I trace a single finger down the side of her body, watching as goosebumps pepper her skin.

“Yes.” It’s a whisper, but my dick jerks in my sweats all the same.

“Good girl.” I skate my finger back up, her back arching slightly as I skirt her nipple again and instead take my finger along her arm, wrapping my hand around her wrist and bringing it up. “Now you tell me if at any point your hands start to go numb or tingle.”

“Yes, Nox.” God. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing her ready compliance.

I create a quick release knot as I loop the silk around her wrist, then lean over her to tie the other end firmly to the scrolling metal bars that make up the headboard. Lucky for me, her bed is one of those fancy as shit ones that look like a princess should be sleeping in it. Which gives me an idea.

“When we’re like this, you’ll be my Princess, okay?” I tell her, and lean back on my knees to watch her face.

“Yes, Nox,” she replies once more, and I shake my head.

“You’ll address me as sir.” I stare at her as her nostrils flare and the colour high on her cheeks deepens.

“Yes, sir.”

Shit.

I did not expect that to hit me quite as hard as it did, my dick practically weeping, begging to sink deep inside her. Patience. We’ll make her beg first.

I repeat the same with her other wrist and then take the third silk scarf. “I’m going to use this over your eyes, okay, Princess?”

She sucks that lower lip in again and this time I do growl. “Can you do it after you undress, please, sir? I want to see you.”

“On the understanding that if you suck that fucking lip in one more time I will bite it until it bleeds,” I tell her and her throat bobs as she swallows.