“Take whatever you want,” she said, as he bent over her, his shirt in both hands. Then he twisted it, round and round, turning the item of clothing into a taut, makeshift rope. She offered her wrists, and he wrapped the shirt around them, then threaded the material through the slats, tying her to the top of the chair.
He tested the knots in the shirt. “Nice and tight,” he said, then he trailed his fingers through her hair once more, gripping it in a ponytail, twisting it around his fist once and yanking her head back. “What do you think I’m going to take right now?”
“I have no idea,” she said, nerves lacing her voice. Her knees dug into the carpet.
“Then let me show you what I want from you. You can start by spreading your knees.”
She did as he asked. Completely exposed to him, she was wide open and waiting. Heat pooled between her legs as she grew wetter with anticipation.
The next thing she knew he was on the floor, sliding under her. His hands were on her thighs and his face was between her legs. “You’re going down on me like this?”
He shook his head, his thumbs digging into her thighs. “I’m not going down on you. You’re going to fuck my face.”
A white-hot bolt of lightning streaked through her body. Desire burned in her veins as she positioned herself over him, straddling his face, watching the dark and hungry look in his eyes.
“It’s all you now, Casey. Hump my face. Go to town. Have a field day on me,” he said, and her nipples pebbled as sensations that she’d never felt before raced through her bones. He hadn’t even touched her yet, but his words and his breath so close to the center of her world had her skin sizzling.
He grasped her legs tightly, and even though she was on top of him, he had all the control, with her hands bound, and her knees spread. There was nothing left to do but ride his face into blissful oblivion.
“Go fucking wild and let go. Come on my face,” he told her.
She lowered herself the final few inches and his tongue darted out, so eager to taste her. He moaned loudly when they made contact, her sounds and his murmurs sending jolts through her body. She rocked against him, pleasure igniting in her core as his tongue and lips worked their magic across her wet folds. Moving her hips, picking up the pace, she gave in to all that she felt with them, to the pleasure that pounded through her blood, to the electric desire that thrummed in her core. To the wildness of this kind of contact.
That word flashed through her brain.
Wild.
She felt wild with him. Wild and free and reckless as she rocked into his face, grinding, pushing, thrusting. Having a field day. Humping him. Fucking him. Riding him for dear life, holding on with her thighs until her belly tightened, and she felt the first tremor of possibility.
Her orgasm wasn’t far off. She was so worked up already from what he’d done to her at the auction, from the way he’d talked to her in the room, and simply from the way he treasured her, even when he was a filthy, commanding, controlling fucker.
Maybe even especially then. She loved that dirty side of him as much as she loved the tender side.
“It feels soooo good,” she cried out as she rocked harder and faster into him. She might have had all her weight on him. She was sitting on his face, after all. But that was what he wanted, and she wanted it too. To ride him to bliss; to come undone as he lay on the floor, prone beneath her.
The sound of a zipper being worked open landed in her ears. She turned her head as she kept up her frantic pace. Her breath caught in her chest. He’d undone his pants with one hand and was stroking his cock. “That’s so fucking sexy,” she said, the pressure in her center skyrocketing as she witnessed how utterly turned on he was. He was so goddamn aroused he had to touch himself. “Have you done that before while thinking of me?”
Somehow, he managed a nod. And that information launched her off the cliff.
The vision of him fucking his own fist while she rode his face was as hot as anything ever was. Screw submission. Screw control. Nate was right. Great sex was two people who clawed at each other, who tore off clothes, who had to have each other. He licked and kissed her with such passion and desire that she had no choice but to do as he’d told her—to go wild and let go.
“Everything is so good with you. Everything,” she shouted, as she gripped the wood tighter, her fingers curling around the slats, holding on hard as she thrust into his face, riding into a kaleidoscope of neon and color and chaotic bliss, chanting his name over and over.
Her legs shook, her heart beat at a million miles, and she shuddered from the aftershocks that rippled through her.
She wanted to sink onto him, to fall to the floor, to simply bask in the glow of this epic orgasm he had wrought from her as the world slowly slipped back into focus, only better, brighter, more beautiful.
But he had other plans, because he’d slid out from under her to stand up and skim down his pants. Turning her gaze over her shoulder, she drew a sharp breath at the sight of his hard cock, ready and throbbing. He brought his hand back down to his dick, stroking it.
“I need you,” he gritted out. “I fucking need you so much.”
Then his hands were on her backside, and he yanked her up on her feet. Her hands remained bound on the chair, so she was bent at the waist. He positioned himself between her legs, and dragged the head of his cock through her wetness, drawing another cry from deep inside her chest. She flattened her back, lifting up her ass, giving him all the access he’d need.
But then his palm came down hard on her rear, sending a sting through her from the surprise.
“Ow,” she cried out.
“You know you loved it,” he said, as he bent over the chair and untied her from the slats. He kept her wrists bound together, and picked her up, carrying her to the bed a few feet away. He gently laid her down on her back, then lifted her arms above her head, rearranging her on the bed into the pose she’d been in at the auction house.
She didn’t wait for directions from him. She knew what she wanted. Him inside her. She spread her legs.
“Oh fuck, Casey. You can’t do that to me,” he said as he stared at her hot center.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not taking you like that yet. I’m saving that,” he said, then promptly flipped her over onto her stomach in one swift move. She started to prop herself up on elbows and knees, figuring he wanted her on all fours.
But instead, he gently pressed his hand on her lower back pushing her down. “This is how I want you,” he murmured.