When the last one was undone and she’d parted the material, her nails trailed over his firm chest, and she couldn’t resist leaning forward and running her tongue across his hard ni**les, grazing them with her teeth and drinking in the musky flavor of his skin.
She left his cuff links in, then inspiration hit. She circled around him and pulled his arms tight behind his back.
“What the hell?” he gasped as she grabbed the ends of his shirt and looped it together, securing his hands in the cuffs of his shirt as she wrapped the rest of the material snuggly in place.
“Whatever I want — remember, Rafe,” she said and gave a tug.
“I swear by all that’s holy, Ari…” he cried out as he tugged back against her impromptu restraint.
“Would you like to stop, Rafe? Do you need a ‘safe word’?” She mocked him, enjoying herself too much.
“You’re a witch,” he said as she circled back around.
“Name-calling, Rafe? That really doesn’t become you,” she said with a laugh.
“Paybacks are hell, Ari,” he said, his eyes narrowing.
She leaned against him, her hands running along his sides. “I’m looking forward to it,” she whispered, smiling as his whole body shuddered.
Lifting her hands again, Ari undid Rafe’s belt, pulling the leather from his body, then running it through her hands. As she doubled it up, Rafe’s eyes rounded at the clear intent in her eyes. “Don’t you dare,” he called out too late.
Ari lifted the belt and flicked it across his covered backside, not hard, but enough to make a smacking sound. When she circled back around, Rafe’s eyes were large with shock at her audacity.
“Oh, Ari. You are in serious trouble,” he said, but the excitement shining in the depths of his eyes had her stomach doing somersaults.
She’d just opened a door that she knew she could never close again. Instead of being afraid, she was elated beyond her wildest dreams. Yes, “regular” sex was great, but Rafe had shown her that adding a bit of kink brought about so much more.
He’d stretched her boundaries and made her see new worlds in the adventures he’d taken her on. She still wanted those amazingly slow moments of making love for hours with nothing but the two of them, but she also wanted other things. She liked the bonds, the contraptions he’d come up with. She liked the feel of fur striking her skin, making her come hard and fast, or slow and long.
She liked…more.
Instead of answering him, she let the belt fall, and she undid his pants, dropping to her knees so she could take off his shoes and then toss his pants away. She left him standing before her in nothing but a pair of tight black underwear, the front of which was wet from his obvious excitement.
She pulled them away from his hips, and his erection sprang free, standing thick and long in front of her face. She didn’t hesitate, but leaned forward and took the wide head into her mouth, tasting him on her tongue as he shuddered.
“I’m going to fall, Ari,” he said as his knees trembled.
She released him, looking up at his strained face, sweat beading on his brow.
Ari had done this. She’d made this big strong man tremble with need, made him weak. Euphoria surged through her at the power she had gained over him.
Standing up, she led him to the bed, where she had him sit down, then she kneeled in front of him and gripped his arousal in her hand.
“You taste so good, Rafe,” she said as she swiped her tongue from the base of him, all the way to the head of his arousal before sucking him inside her mouth again.
Rafe leaned back, his arms trapped beneath him as she began sucking him deeper into her mouth, rubbing her hand up and down the bottom of his member and squeezing it to bring him more pleasure.
She was so wet, so turned on by the sounds of pleasure issuing from his throat.
“Please, Ari. I don’t want to come like this,” he gritted as his h*ps jerked.
“I don’t want you to, either, Rafe. I want to be riding you when you release,” she said as she reluctantly set his arousal free from her hot mouth.
Helping Rafe sit back up, she grabbed the tie from around her neck and began trailing the end over his body, running the soft material along his pecs, his abs, and his throbbing staff.
He jerked as her mouth followed, licking and sucking on his skin all the way from his neck to his legs, and then back up again, pausing as she kissed along his erection for several moments.
“Mmm, you taste so good, Rafe. I think I could enjoy doing nothing but licking your flesh all night long,” she said as she circled his stomach, sucking on the tight skin there.
“I’m about done with this, Ari,” he growled as he pulled against the shirt tying his hands.
“What’s the matter, Rafe? Am I not satisfying you?” she teased as she ran her tongue along his moistened arousal, making him jerk.
“I want to taste you. Fair is fair,” he said, the end of his remark a groan as she sucked his tip hard, scraping her teeth along the head.
“Yes, it is quite fun tasting you, devouring your body. I think I’ll do this a while longer,” she said with a smile before sucking him in deep.
“Enough!” he cried.
She looked up and smiled, loving it as she watched him lose control. Ari was aching as she teased him, but it was so worth the pain.
Her eyes widened as she watched the muscles bulge in his arms. A glint entered his eyes as she heard the expensive material of his shirt begin to rip. Knowing he was about to escape, Ari jumped back, but it was too late.
Rafe was free, and his arms snaked out and grabbed her, lust and excitement gazing back at her.
“You’ve had your fun. Now it’s my turn,” he said as he flipped her over onto her back, laid her on the bed and kissed her with all the built-up passion of the last hour.
“That’s not in the rules,” she warned him when he released her mouth. But there was no heat behind her words. She was too turned on by the man molding his body to hers.
“The rules just changed,” he growled.
Gripping her hands, he grabbed the tie that was still hanging around her neck and turned her over onto her stomach, stretching her arms above her head and quickly securing her to his bedpost.
Ari’s blood felt as if it were boiling as he took hold of her bra straps and ripped them away, leaving her back bare before him. His hands pressed down on her back, kneading her muscles as he began kissing her neck, his tongue moving with a sweet roughness across her skin.