Page 125 of Stay Wild Darlin’

“You ready?”

I nodded, chest fluttering as heat pooled between my legs all over again.

A slow, dangerous smile tugged at his lips. He reached over to the bed, grabbing the thick coils of rope I’d laid out earlier. He brought them down between us, then looked up at me.

“Hands behind your back. You tell me the second anything hurts or gets tingly.”

“I will,” I breathed.

He moved behind me, his chest brushing my back as he wrapped the first loop around my wrists, binding them tightly together above the bottom of my spine. The fibers bit into my skin with every tug.

The rope stretched across my sides, dragging over my ribs as he looped it beneath my breasts, then over the top, cinching it tightly.

Another pass, slower this time, and he pulled with deliberate force, making the harness tighter, more restrictive. His hands never rushed. Every knot was purposeful, practiced, and intimate.

The rope slid over my shoulders, down my back, linking the chest harness to the binds at my wrists. Each tug made the entire thing tighter. Whole. Like I was being wrapped in him.

He leaned in close, breath warm on my neck.

“Too bad we’re not in the garage,” he murmured, lips brushing my skin. “I’d hang you from the beam again, let you dangle there, shaking and dripping, until I decided you’d earned the privilege of being fucked.”

He gave a final, brutal tug on the ropes, making me gasp as everything pulled tighter. My chest strained in the binds, the pressure deliciously sharp.

“There,” he said with satisfaction, brushing my hair over my shoulder. “Fucking perfect.”

He stood and lifted me, hands under my thighs and back. My arms were pinned tight behind me, breasts up, body strung together in tension and trust.

Dalton walked the few steps to the bed, eyes locked on mine, then dropped me.

I landed with a gasp, bouncing once on the mattress before he climbed over me, flipping me gently so I was on my back, bound hands wedged between my spine and the soft bedding. The ropes tugged at my shoulders, my chest heaving up toward him.

He hovered above me, eyes burning into mine. Bringing one hand up, he stroked the rope stretched tight over my chest, fingers brushing the skin above where it cut across the top of my breasts. He dipped lower, placing a kiss there.

Kissing along the thick ropes like they were part of me, he trailed down the center of my chest, along the tie that pulled my breasts together, then down between them, letting his lips drag hot and slow over my skin.

He kissed lower. Down the plane of my stomach, lips tracing the path to my navel, where he paused and dipped his tongue inside.

“You ate earlier,” he murmured, eyes flicking up to mine, that smirk curling again—dark and dangerous. “Now it’s my turn.”

He slid down the bed, hands bracing on my thighs. “Spread your legs.”

I tried, legs shaking as I opened for him, bound arms pulling taut beneath me. My knees trembled in the air, completely exposed.

“You’re so goddamn pretty when you’re tied up.”

Dalton dove in, sealing his mouth over my cunt, flattening his tongue and dragging it up my slit. The sound he made was almost desperate, like eating me was survival.

He licked me like he wanted to drown in it—long, messy strokes from my entrance to my clit. Over and over. His tongue was wide and wet and relentless, pressing deep before curling up to flick the bundle of nerves that made me cry out.

He sealed his lips around my clit and sucked hard. I bucked, unable to stop the moan that tore out of my throat.

“That’s it,” he murmured, barely lifting his mouth. “Gush on me. I want it all over my face.”

His tongue flicked faster as my thighs quaked. My hips writhed, trying to chase his mouth and escape it at the same time. He growled and shoved two fingers inside me without warning, curling them up hard and fast while his mouth worked my clit.

“Dalton, I-I can’t— fuck— something’s— oh my god⁠—”

“Yes you can,” he growled, his voice vibrating right against my clit. “Let it go. Don’t fight it.”