“Is that right?”
“Yup.”
“Okay.” He quickly slips a hand between my legs and presses against the front panel of my panties.
“Oh, God.” My head rolls to the side as I grip onto his arms. Holy shit. I shudder when he moves along the lace material, teasing me with the tiniest bit of contact.
“Don’t say it then,” his deep voice taunts me. “Don’t tell me you’re not completely soaked for me right now. That I couldn’t make you come all over my hand if I wanted to.”
“If I don’t say it, are you… Reese… shit… are you going to stop?”
“Yes.”
I shift my eyes up to meet his. “Okay. Say your line again.”
“We need a new tie. You soaked this one.”
“That’s not the only thing that’s soaked!” I reply animatedly. “I’m soaked. Really soaked. My panties are pretty much useless at the moment. You should probably just remove them. They’re not doing me any good right now, and they are definitely in your way. Did I mention the word ‘soaked’?”
He smirks before his face breaks into a smile. “Pervert. I knew you couldn’t resist going there.” He slides his hand out and grabs the back of my thighs.
“Can we get back to getting a new tie? You’ve teased the hell out of me and if you don’t finish what you’ve started, I’ll take matters into my own hands. Or more specifically, fingers.”
His brow furrows. “Nobody finishes what I start when it comes to that pussy. Not even you. You come when I make you. And it will be happening on my cock and in my mouth, not on your fingers.”
“Fine by me,” I reply, scooting to the edge of the wood. “As long as it happens in the next five minutes. Otherwise…” I pause, shooting him a teasing look.
He grabs me off the worktop and flings me over his shoulder. I squeal, wrapping my arms around his waist as we move toward the stairs. “Otherwise nothing. You hurry me along in any way or threaten to handle your own orgasms and you won’t be coming at all. I’ll tie you to the bed and make you watch me handle my own situation all over your tits this time.”
“All I heard was bed. Your ass is distracting me.” I give it one good smack as he starts up the stairs.
“Speaking of asses, I plan on fucking yours tonight.”
My eyes widen as my body becomes instantly rigid. Fuuccckkk. Anal? Am I ready for that?
He senses my apprehensiveness and rubs his hand on my bare thigh, soothing me. “Relax, love. Trust me with your body. I’ll always make it good for you.”
“Oh, God,” I nervously mumble, dropping my head against his back.
“You’ll be screaming that a lot in a minute.”
I laugh against his shirt, instantly relaxing and leaving my nervousness on the stairs.
I’m naked, lying in the middle of the bed with my hands above my head. I was given three instructions after Reese set me on my feet and removed my dress and panties. Three instructions I eagerly obeyed.
“Get on the bed, grab onto the bed posts, and don’t let go.”
My hands are wrapped around two wooden spindles as I watch him standing at the foot of the bed. He hasn’t taken away my sight yet and right now, I’m extremely grateful for that as I watch him slowly remove his dress shirt button by button. He’s taking his time and he knows what it’s doing to me. He also knows that if he hadn’t told me to keep my hands where they are, I would be ripping that shirt off him in record timing.
I take in the sight of him shirtless. The leanness of his body which is sculpted with that perfect amount of muscle. Broad shoulders and slightly-tanned skin. The hard lines of his abs which my hands are yearning to roam over.
My grip tightens around the wood.
His fingers loosen his belt as his eyes roam my body, slowly taking in every inch of me. Lower, lower, until he suddenly flicks them up to meet mine.
“Bend your knees and spread your legs.” I do as I’m told. “Wider.”
I drop my knees to the side as far as they can go, leaving myself completely open. My pussy is throbbing for him, aching to the point of being agonizing as he studies me. His eyes are locked between my legs, and the view seems to speed up his movements. Bending at the waist, he drops his pants and boxers and steps out of them. As he takes a few steps toward my dresser, I close my legs a few inches.
“I didn’t tell you to do that,” he says, looking at me over his shoulder as he opens my top drawer. “Open them.”
I submit to his command and lower my knees so they are inches from the mattress. I see him slip out one of his ties before he walks to the side of the bed, authority in each step. There is zero trace of the man who told me minutes ago when he knew he loved me. That tenderness is gone. He’s exuding control right now, and I’ve never seen anything hotter.
Looming over me with the tie in one hand, he slides his other hand up my arm and wraps it around one of mine, gripping me and the post. “Keep them here. If you move them before I tell you to, I’ll tie them in place. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He presses his lips against mine, searing me with a brutal kiss. “These will be the last words I say to you before I take you in the way I’ve been dying to take you. You won’t be able to see or hear me until I want you to. Understand?”
“Yes.” My voice comes out steady, devoid of any apprehension.