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I rose an eyebrow. Did she have some kind of suit fetish or something?
My questions in that arena only grew as she pushed herself out of the water. Bubbles and droplets cascaded off her flushed breasts and her tight pink nipples. My mouth watered, and I would’ve agreed to anything she asked.
Which was handy, since she had quite the request.
“Where’s your tie?” she murmured, and I knew it wasn’t an idle question.
“Other room.”
“Go get it.”
I lifted a brow. “You think I take your orders, Ms. Copeland?”
“You do if you expect me to take yours.” To sweeten the pot, she rose up on her knees and scooped up a couple of handfuls of water, splashing them over her cleavage. Her tits bounced with the movement and she lifted up just enough for me to see a hint of neatly trimmed pale blond curls between her thighs.
I was moving toward the bedroom before she could speak again. Her soft laughter followed me out, another kind of gift.
I wasn’t the sort of man who could be commanded—by anyone but her. The reins she held were no less powerful for being invisible.
She slipped under the bubbles again as I came back in with the tie. I wanted to wind it around her wrists and anchor it to the faucet, to leave her completely at my mercy while I gave her half a dozen orgasms. I wouldn’t stop until she was limp and sated and the night a blur in her mind.
But this was her thing. She clearly had something in mind, and if fulfilling it gave her pleasure, I’d make it happen. Anything to diminish the memory of her fear as those intruders had invaded her sacred space.
Isn’t that what you did too? Unintentionally, but still?
“I want to watch,” she said softly, her voice barely audible over the jets she must’ve hit during my tie retrieval. She gestured at the mirrored tiles that surrounded us, splattering bubbles across my already too hot and tight skin. “I want to see everything.”
“That was the plan.”
“No.” She drew her lower lip between her teeth. “I want to watch you.”
Slowly, I drew the tie between my hands. A picture was forming behind my eyes, and the mere idea had my brutally hard cock bobbing against my stomach. “And this?”
“You like…pressure, right?” She lowered her lashes, then swept them up so I was trapped in a swirl of heated blue-green. Damn siren. She was already sliding to the side of the tub. “I’ll tie the knot
.” She tugged on the tie and I let go.
She slipped the silky material around my erection and ran it up and down a few times, jerkily at first then smoother until I was rolling forward on the balls of my feet. It took everything I possessed not to grab a handful of her hair and drag her mouth to my length, to push past those glossy pink lips. But she’d made a request, and I was helpless to resist.
I also wanted to see how far she’d go. Exactly how much she could take.
Maybe even how much I could.
She wetted her lips with the tip of her tongue and pulled the ends of the tie tighter, picking up speed as she went. I sucked in a breath and linked my hands behind my neck. If I hadn’t, I would’ve been yanking her closer and shoving my way inside. I was viciously aroused, the head of my dick a deep red bordering on purple, a drop of pre-cum hovering at the tip. It lingered there, so near her lips that I was a twitch away from orgasm. But she didn’t ease my torment. The balm of her mouth wasn’t what she had in mind.
Instead, she tied the tie in a loose knot at the base of my cock, shutting off the blood flow and making me growl.
“Nothing fancy today.” She sounded breathless. “Just an easy way to keep you from coming.” Her lashes lifted and fell a couple of times in quick succession as she eyed my hard-on. “You were too close, and I want a show.”
“You want me to masturbate for you,” I gritted out.
She nodded and slid back under the bubbles. Then she lifted one foot and braced it on the edge of the tub. “I’ll return the favor.”
“But I can’t fucking see. All the goddamn bubbles.”
“Tsk, tsk, Mr. Carson. Such language.” She trailed a hand over one of her breasts, traveling lower to pinch one rosy pink nipple so it poked through the water. “You have an imagination, don’t you?” Her other hand disappeared under the water and I bit back a groan. “Use it.”
I stroked myself because I had no choice. That restrictive band was staving off my climax as she’d planned, but it was also ratcheting up the pressure to the point of insanity. My balls felt full tight and every jerk of my hand slicked my own wetness over my thick shaft. I hissed as she cupped her breast, bringing it out of the water just enough for me to salivate at the sight of her taut nipple, peeking through her fingers while she squeezed. The water sloshed gently between her thighs from her hand’s movements and the rush of the jets. Now and then I’d glimpse a slice of skin or a flash of her thin bracelet, letting me know she was keeping her end of the bargain. Not that it even mattered. I was in such agony from just the sight of her touching her breast and my impending orgasm that imagining her with her fingers inside her pussy was almost too much. Sensory overload.
