“Are you going to tie my hands and put me on my knees?”
“Yes.”
“Then no, I’m not afraid.”
He cups my jaw and turns my head to face him. Our gazes linger together for a moment before he nods and pushes open the door. “Go into your bedroom and take off all your clothes.”
“Even the stockings?”
“Yes. Then put the heels back on.”
I drop my purse on the kitchen table and glance over my shoulder. He’s standing at the door, slowly shrugging off his jacket, and a shiver runs through me.
It feels like, after everything we’ve done so far, every limit we’ve pushed, tonight is different. He’s no longer asking me to do things. He’s not even telling me. He’s demanding me, forcing me to submit to his will. Controlling me.
And I like it.
I disappear into my room just as he’s unknotting his tie. I swiftly remove my clothes and throw them on the ottoman at the end of my bed. I pull my heels on and stand. My reflection in my mirror catches my eye—my cheeks are flushed, my hair messed, and my ni**les are puckered in the light chill of my apartment.
My eyes flick to the doorway. Tyler steps into my room, naked himself but for his tie wrapped around his fist. I peruse his body, each inch of his toned torso I look at making my breath speed and my heart pound a little faster.
His c**k bobs as he walks toward me confidently. My eyes are drawn to his erection, and the sight of his naked body makes mine clench. He hooks two fingers beneath my chin and tilts it up, drawing my eyes to his. When our gazes connect, he lowers his hands to mine.
He unwraps the tie from his fist and slowly pulls my hands together. My chest heaves at the first touch of the satin against my inner wrists. Anticipation fills me, sending adrenaline rushing through my body with and excited fervor.
Tyler’s lips twitch as he ties the knot. Tightly. One more tug to make sure it’s secure and then he pulls me toward him. He inserts his c**k between my hands and I curl my fingers around his shaft.
A light groan fall from his lips. “Get on your knees.”
He eases me down to a kneeling position and releases me. He wraps one hand around himself and strokes slowly. He’s teasing me, pushing my still-aching clit to a limit I didn’t know existed. I lick my lips.
My eyes are firmly on his bulging c**k as he brings it toward my mouth. I part my lips and draw him into my mouth easily. My tongue flicks across the end of him and the bead of salty pr**cum there before dipping into the ridge just behind it and circling him.
Instinctively, my hands come up and my fingers brush the base of his erection, ready to grasp him and hold it steady. But he grabs my hands and shoves them down, threading his fingers into my hair after. He tugs my head back, making his c**k fall from my mouth, and I gaze into seductively dark eyes.
“The only part of your body that can touch my c**k is your mouth. Use your hands again and I’ll have to tie them behind your back. And believe me, that’ll be no good for you later.”
I nod. I wrap my lips around him once more, this time taking him right in my mouth. My tongue finds a vein pulsing at the side of his shaft and massages it, licking up and down it as I suck. Over, under, around—I leave no part of his c**k untouched by my mouth or my tongue, drawing deep, low groans from him, hisses of breath, whispers of my name.
He forces my head forward, taking control of the moment. I’m bound, tied, unable to do anything but comply, do whatever he wants. Even as his hips move forward at the same time as my head and I’m forced to open my mouth wider to accommodate him, I don’t complain. Wordlessly, selflessly, willingly, I let Tyler f**k my mouth vigorously.
And then he swells inside me. I prepare myself for the inevitable hot, salty spurts of his come. Instead, he pulls me back by my hair, sending a dangerous thrill through my body, and bends down.
His mouth is rough against mine, and he stands me up against him. “Get over there and flatten your hands above the mirror.”
I look down at my hands and realized that he’s tied them differently. I can twist them in his tie but not remove them. Apparently I take too long examining my bonds because his palm connects with my butt for a second time tonight.
But f**k, I like it.
“Mirror,” he growls.
I obey, walking to the tall mirror. With my heels on, I’m just the right height to rest my hands above it like he wants me to.
He planned this. He knew it would be perfect.
“Step back, but not too far. I want to see your gorgeous ass sticking out in front of me.”
My heart pounds furiously, desire trickling over my body, creating goose bumps and shivers across my skin. I step back once, feeling vulnerable but ready.
“Perfect,” he murmurs, approaching me. He runs two fingers along my aching pu**y. “And you’re wet. Shit.”
The floorboards creek, and I feel his tongue against me. One long, slow lick, with a forceful push on my clit that makes me gasp.
“If I knew you liked sucking my c**k this much, I would have made you do it before.” He stands and palms my butt cheeks. “If you could see your ass right now, you’d see my bright-red handprint. I don’t like hurting you…but you like that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I reply, dropping my head.
“Lift your head.” He reaches around and pushes my head up. “Now open your eyes and look in the mirror. I’m going to f**k you, and I’m going to spank you, and you’re going to watch yourself enjoy every second. You’re going to watch yourself scream my name when I’m through with you.”
He pushes into me in one swift, easy thrust. I throw my head back—it’s so sudden, so filling, so f**king needed. He pauses inside me, holding himself completely still, while my muscles clench gently.
“But you’re not going to come until I say you can,” he adds huskily. “Because it’s been too long since I’ve been inside your tight little cunt and I plan to stay here for a long time.”
He pulls out and slams into me hard. Our skin slaps together as he does, filling the room with the primal sound. It’s base and raw and everything I need right now. Everything I want.
Right now, he’s controlling me so wholly. My body, my pleasure, even my mind. All three are at his mercy as he drives himself relentlessly into me and smacks me with his fingers. The slap is followed by a gentle palm, contradictory of his thrusts.
The sting is sweet. Welcome. Embraced.
Finally, finally, I’m not being treated like a china doll. Finally, I’ve found someone who isn’t afraid to bend me over and f**k me into next Tuesday and spank me even further.