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His filthy words have my hips rocking even more, his jeans barely giving me what I need now that we’ve shifted slightly.
“Please,” I whimper, the plea continues to fall from my lips. There’s a groan of satisfaction before he’s flipping us over, pinning his heavy body beneath mine. I reach to tangle my hands in his hair too, when he grabs them at the wrist and yanks them above my head.
“These stay,” he commands. Every instinct has me listening without fault. “What are you begging for, baby? My tongue, fingers, or cock?” Words don’t seem to want to formulate in my brain. Instead, I ramble continued pleas for him to just choose something.
His hot tongue swirls my taught nipple. “I want your cock, please,” I beg. He does the one thing I don’t expect.
He stands, stepping several feet away. “Stay.”
Birdie
Heart jumping into my throat, I debate whether to sit up and cover myself or not. Almost like rejection, I swear my hormones jump all over the place. The only reason I’m unwavering? That simple command. My toes threaten to curl into the sheets, fingers ball into fists as I fight myself to remain unmoving.
“Do you trust me?” He questions as the button on his jeans pops free. His hard erection presses harshly against his zipper, even after he releases the binding. “I need an answer. Do you trust me?”
“You know I do.” A wicked smirk plasters itself on his lips. Taking several more steps away, he spins on his heel and makes a beeline to his closet.
Clattering and shuffling peaks my curiosity. Right as I make my mind up and start scooting off the bed, he comes out with several items in his arms. The possessive gleam in his eyes has me taking my place on the bed again. He doesn’t say anything about the fact that I’ve just moved.
“I think you’d appreciate these,” he assures, grabbing a small wad of rope and pulling it out. It’s bright pink, unlike the usual red or black colored ones. “It’s Shibari rope, so it’s soft and pliant but strong. I figured you would appreciate the color choice. It was chosen just for you.” Holding it out to me, he lets the smooth material caress my hand. A soft giggle escapes me at the comment. My favorite color is actually blue, but we always talk about how pink really suits my skin tone. He’d said the color made me look angelic. I remember snorting in disbelief but playing along. After some debate, we agreed that I’d only allow pink things to tie me up. I thought the conversation was simply metaphorical.
Thank goodness I was wrong.
“What other goodies do you have?” I whisper, the tone coming out more seductive than I realize. It’s then I notice my thighs are tightly pressed together, trying to relieve the pressure on their own. Shuffling closer to him, he smirks at my curiosity.
“Well, I was thinking we’d start small.” He undoes the rope, letting the strand unwind. “However, I think you could handle a little more than small.” There’s an innuendo in there somewhere but…
“And is that why I’m the only one naked?” His shirt lay discarded next to us on the floor, where all of my clothes also remain. There’s a small wet spot where I was humping him like my orgasm depended on it.
Which, I suppose it did.
“I prefer to have my pants on while I pleasure you,” he quips. Moving to me quickly, he doesn’t give me any time to respond before I’m flipped over onto my stomach, arms stretched above my head. My poor brain spins from the rapid movement. It barely registers that he’s using that silky pink rope to cuff my hands together above my head. Giving a gentle tug, he waits for my reaction. It’s simple, elegant. Perfect for us.
Us.What a thought to have.
“Us,” I blurt, causing him to freeze in his tying.
“What about us?” Wrapping the cord around the metal bars of the bed, he brings it back and ties a simple knot. I’ll have to ask him how he learned all of this.
“You and me…” I murmur, shoving my face in the mattress. My cheeks heat rapidly at the failure of my brain to mouth filter. A tight grip is tangled in the back of my hair, pulling my head off the bed to look at him.
“What about us?” He asks again, and there’s no denying the heat in his gaze.
“After this…” I can’t seem to get that damn filter to spit any words out. “What happens to us?”
“Easy,” he shrugs and sets my head back on the mattress gently. His fingers move hair away from my face. “You’re mine after tonight, baby bird.” Smashing his plush lips against mine, he dominates me from this submissive pose. Neck turned quite far, he controls every aspect of this kiss.
“Please,” I whimper, the sound surprising me more than him.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he coos. My bottom lips gets sucked between his teeth, soft nibbles meeting the swollen flesh. “I plan to tie you to me forever.” His teeth sink into the skin, and the cry of pain slips. The sharp sting is immediately soothed by his hot tongue, and a heartbeat forms in my clit.
He breezes over my hot skin with the tips of his fingers, cool air playing over me. Taking a few steps back, the male of pure muscle rounds the bed and out of my line of vision. Seconds tick by as I wait for something, anything, to happen.
“I’m going to make you cum several times before I stretch this tight pussy,” he mutters, the air from his words cast over my heated core, and I jolt. A sharp swat lands on my ass. The quick shrill of pain zings up my spine before his hand smooths the spot, bringing me back to bliss.
“That’s a good fucking girl.” His tongue lands on my clit, and again, I can’t help my hips from stuttering. The sensation is unreal. Since theincident, I’ve been too scared to have any real connections with men. Was my brain a block from reaching out? Maybe. It may also be because of the golden tanned male currently eating my pussy like it’s going to be his last meal. Purely surreal. Unlike any sensation a measly vibrator can give me.
A sudden flame lights in my core.
