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“Is this okay?” he asks, pausing. His calloused fingertips brush against my hot skin. The isolation of his touch sends a heady moan out of my throat.
“Yes,” I say, in case he didn’t understand.
He chuckles, then continues with his wrapping. He coils the soft silk beneath my breasts, well above my belly, the side of his hands dragging against my over sensitized flesh. He slips the rope over one shoulder, letting it fall between my breasts, creating an X. When he’s done, he ties off the rope in the middle of my back and gives it a little tug.
I look at my reflection in the window and see that he’s bound me with the ribbon above my stomach, putting my swollen breasts on display, and pinning my arms to my sides, my wrists together. He stands next to me, fully dressed. The contrast of him fully clothed, and me, naked and tied up for his pleasure, is almost too much to bear. I let out a little whimper as I squeeze my thighs together. He turns me around and steps back, taking in his work.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, stroking his already impressive erection over his pants.
I tug on my wrists and they don’t move. My heart flutters at the restriction, and he steps closer, once again, stroking my cheek and kissing my forehead.
“If you want to stop at any time, tell me. We’ll use traffic lights as a signal. If you like it, say ‘green.’ If you’re not sure but you don’t want me to stop, say ‘yellow.’ And if you need me to stop, just say ‘red.’”
I stare at him, and he tugs on the knot at my back just a bit so that my head tilts back and I have to look right in his eyes.
“I need you to tell me you understand.”
“Yes, I understand,” I say, my voice coming out lustier than I expected.
His pupils dilate and he backs up. He turns on the bedside lamps and flicks off the overhead light. Then he crosses the room again and settles on the velvet settee across from the bed.
“Come here,” he says, crooking his finger for me to join him. I walk across the room, my feet feeling light against the soft carpet. My balance is a little off, and my head feels light, but not in a bad way.
“Straddle me.”
He rests his hands on my hips to balance me as I spread my thighs over his. He drags his knuckles up and down my waist, then slowly, lightly, traces a line down my hips to the apex of my thighs.
When his fingertip brushes my clit, I buck against him and nearly lose my balance. His free hand is on my back, holding me up, keeping me safely in place.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve pictured you like this,” he mumbles, leaning in to press a feather-light kiss to my puckered nipple. He traces a circle around my clit as he sucks my nipple into his hot mouth. He flicks the tip of his tongue over it, and then drags his teeth. I reach for his head and my hands catch, unable to move from where they’re bound at my sides. I groan in frustration and he nips at my nipple as he pinches my clit.
“Derek…” I moan.
He nips the side of my breast, and I lean into it, chasing the sharpness of his teeth as his finger circles my entrance, and then drags my own wetness back up to my clit.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he says between the kisses to my other breast. His fingers start to move in a figure eight, circling my clit, and then my opening, over and over again. My hips move in a rhythm of their own, chasing his touch. His teeth scrape against my nipple and a moan catches in my throat as he pumps his fingers inside me.
As frustrating as it is to not move my arms, there’s something heavier and darker. The relief of knowing he’s got me. He’s taking care of me, of the dark, delicious things I need. That he did this because he wants it too.
“Fuck,” he says, nipping at my breast again as I bear down on his fingers. “You’re so hot and tight, princess. You’re doing so good, I knew you’d be so beautiful like this.”
He adds a third finger inside me and my eyes nearly roll back in my head. His kisses become hotter, harder. He sucks the side of my breast between his teeth as he adds his thumb to stroke my clit while he pumps into me. The sounds emerging from my throat are wild, feral, and it’s all I can do to stay focused. He grips the knot at my back, holding me still as he withdraws his fingers.
I groan in frustration, but he marks my neck with my own wetness, rubbing his fingers in a short slash on my pulse. Then he presses his mouth to the spot, sucking at it and licking me like he’s a man starved.
“So good… you taste so sweet, so good.”
Then he pushes his three fingers back into my pussy.
“Fuck my fingers, princess. Fuck them as hard as you can take it. I’ve got you.”
I lift myself up on my knees and then sink back down onto his fingers as he sucks and bites at my neck. I pant against his cheek, catching his ear between my lips, sucking his lobe into my mouth, and scraping my teeth against it as I fuck his fingers. My body tightens like a coil, and my motions become both more rigid and more frantic.
“That’s it,” he says, “just like that.”
Everything tightens, the culmination of my wet heat centering between my legs to where his fingers stretch me just right.
“Show me how you like it, baby. I’m so fucking hard,” he says between moans. “Come for me, and then I’ll show you how I like it.”
