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She plants her hands on her hips, and I shake my head. “This hot little two-piece can go too,” I grunt, refraining from adjusting myself in my pants.
Her classic eye roll makes me bite back a grin as she reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra. Her sweet tits bounce as she drops the fabric at her side, but as she moves to her panties, I lift my hand.
“Wait.”
To my surprise, she stops with her palms flat against her stomach. I rub my lips together, excitement and nerves warring inside of me as I reach for the scrap of material and tear the lace with my hands.
“What the fuck?” Scarlett blurts, and it only makes my grin widen.
“I’ve wanted to know how it feels to do that for the longest time.”
“And?”
Reluctantly lifting my gaze from her pretty pink pussy, I meet her eyes. “You’re going to need to do another shopping trip, because that’s how you undress every single time from now on.”
“Fuck,” she rasps, not moving to cover or hide herself from me. If anything, she stands taller, pride clinging to her.
Standing before her, I remove my cut and black tee, along with my boots and socks, until I’m standing in just my boxer shorts and jeans.
“No man should look hot standing with jeans on, but there’s something about your bare feet and chest on display, mixed with the cords in your arms that make me wet as fuck.” Smirking at her, I tie my hair in the bun, and she groans. “Will you stop, I’m going to need a damn towel.”
I twirl my finger, hinting for her to turn around, and she does. Making sure to keep enough distance between us, I slowly braid her hair, securing it with a hair tie before leaning forward to press a kiss against her shoulder.
“Are you ready?”
“Desperate,” she breathes.
As much as I want to rush through all of this, I don’t. Slowly gathering the rope I need while she remains with her feet planted at the foot of the bed. “If this gets too much for you at any time, just say the word, Scarlett, and I’ll stop,” I say, dropping the ropes beside her on the bed in an array of colors.
“I know.”
“Any preference?” I ask, referring to the rope, and her hand instantly reaches out to touch the deep purple.
I take it from the bed and drop to my knees behind her. Her soft skin beckons me closer, but I focus on the rope instead. Starting at her thighs, I weave and wrap until it’s tangled around her upper legs, ass, and waist.
As I reach for another string of rope, pink this time, she rubs her thighs together, and the gasp that bursts from her lips is undeniable. I’ve strategically placed the purple rope to offer the perfect friction at her core when she adds just the right amount of pressure. Just like she is now.
Looping the pink around the purple rope where it ends at her waist, I change the patterning up to intertwine the soft material around her breast. It nestles perfectly under her tits, before framing them like the stunning prize they are. I end the pink twine at her throat, brushing my fingers over her pulse. I can feel how much she’s enjoying it.
The blue rope calls to me as I move to complete the final part of my design, but first, I lift her arms in the air. I link the blue to the pink and start to band her arms together until I finish with a decorative fusion knot at her wrists.
“You can drop your arms for a second if you need to,” I offer, and she does, looking at the intricate detail in awe. Getting rid of the rest of the rope, I turn to face her from my closet, and take her in.
She’s a complete vision.
“This is stunning, Axel,” she murmurs as I prowl back toward her. She peers over her shoulder at me, pupils blown as she looks at me with awe and… love.
“Yes, you are.” She smiles, a toe-curling, heart-melting grin that makes my gut clench. “Arms back up, Reaper,” I command when I come to a stop beside her, and she moves, doing as I ask without question.
Grabbing her waist, I lift her onto the bed, thrumming with need at the feel of her skin encased in my ropes. I climb up beside her, reaching up to the ceiling as I lower the new addition to my room.
“Since when has there been a fucking hook in here?” Scarlett blurts, looking up at the ceiling with wide eyes.
“Since yesterday.”
I hook the rope at her wrists over the lowered hook. I pull against it, testing to make sure the tension travels from one rope to another as it should. When I’m satisfied that she’s safe, I jump down off the bed. Her feet are still pressed into the sheets, and her arms are stretched out above her head like she’s a goddamn wet dream.
“Now, what are you going to do to me?” she asks, looking down at me with hooded eyes and I sweep my tongue over my lips.
