I want to fling my arms around his neck, but I’m frustratingly bound. He will take and I will give him everything. Never in my life did I want someone this badly. The anticipation is killing me. I want to meld with him. He’s already practically there.
This man is under my skin and quickly becoming the center of my existence. I’m not merely surrendering to him, there’s more at work here. I’m fast becoming utterly devoted and I’m giving myself willingly and gratefully.
I’m not a virgin, but I am new to all of this. It means something for him to be my first, which makes me wonder if he won’t be my last.
He intensifies the kiss, pillaging and plundering with each sweep of his tongue.
His grip tightens and he breathes out, hot and husky. “You’re killing me.”
“Don’t stop.” I manage to reconnect and continue the kiss. I’m ravenous for him.
With our lips locked with an urgency I’ve never experienced before, he sets off again. This time his pace picks up. We’re taking corners and racing down halls. At least that’s how it feels to me, until finally he comes to a halt.
“Steady,” he says as he places me back on my feet.
With one hand on my back, a lock turns to my left. There’s a snick and then a creaking of hinges. I barely register this before I’m swept back up into his arms again.
He takes six steps and then I’m flying in the air. Tumbling through space until something soft and firm, a mattress, cushions my fall. A wave of desire surges up through me. If he’s put me on a bed, that means…
The mattress dips near my feet and my body rocks to the left and then the right as he crawls up the bed. The heat of his breath travels up my legs, lingers over the bare expanse of my belly, and then rushes against my mouth.
Thought is beyond me. I need only one thing.
“Say it again,” he says.
I can’t see him, but I feel the weight of his hands pressing against the mattress to either side of my head. His knees spread my thighs, widening a space for him to kneel and support his weight. His lips touch mine again and I combust with the need for him.
“Say what?” I’m confused, horribly turned on, and far beyond conscious thought.
“Tell me not to stop.”
Oh, dear lord, with pleasure.
“Please, don’t stop.”
Chapter 12
I’m gasping and any reservations I had about this moment slip away with his muscular body grinding against mine.
Breaths panting.
We’re a tangle of limbs.
His hands are everywhere at once, kneading my shoulders, sliding down to wrap around my tiny waist, and sliding over my hips where they glide against my thighs.
Moving back up, he slips his fingers to the inside of my knee and teases me relentlessly with his slow attack toward my core.
All I can think about is fucking him. Him fucking me. Me on my knees, taking his punishment, taking his cock, and drowning in sensation. I want, no I need, all of that.
I squirm beneath him and my hands slam down, desperate to both push him away from his goal and desperate for him to win. Suddenly, he grips my wrists and shoves my hands over my head.
His growl freezes me in place. “Between us there are no warnings. Do not move your hands or I will punish you.”
Trembling, I press my wrists to the mattress and fight the urge to move my hands.
Now that I’m forbidden from moving, all I can think about is what I want to do with my hands. I want to run my fingers in his hair, explore his body, and trace my own path of discovery along his flesh.
I do none of those things, because I believe he will follow through on his promise.
There are no warnings!
I heed his words and fight against the urge to move. Pleasure and pain. He will bring each with equal enthusiasm.
I’m not eager to experience pain, at least not yet, so I keep my hands exactly where I’m told.
Every brush of his fingers is torture. Then I remember he said pain would become pleasure, but so too will pleasure become pain. My yearning for more is an exquisite torture, my entire body is vibrating and aroused. It’s an intense and demanding need I’ve never felt before. My feelings are overwhelmed as I lie beneath him.
More. I need more.
I want to see him, but he removed my sight, leaving me no other option but to feel every delicious touch and every torturous kiss. He follows the slope of my breast using his tongue to torment me. The natural essence of him infiltrates each breath and his seductive growls keep me wet and wanting. I’m trapped between heaven and hell.
And I love it.
My breaths accelerate as he drags his lips down to my navel. His tongue darts out and sweeps a circle which steams my skin, but then cools with the whisper of his breath blowing over me. I try to keep my hands overhead.
It’s a struggle I’m going to lose, but I’m determined to obey and prove my devotion.
Nearly naked, his body keeps me warm. It’s cooler in this place than in the auditorium and I shiver.
He’s on the move again. His knee pushes against my inner thigh, forcing my legs apart and exposing my most vulnerable parts. My body floats, and I melt beneath the attention he gives me. I both surrender and fight.
He slaps the side of my leg when I don’t spread my legs fast enough. He wraps his arms around my waist, massaging the muscles of my back.
My entire body is alive and awake for the first time in years. I want to look at him, stare at him, nose to nose, lips separated by a breath of air, but I’m not permitted to control my sight.
He’s taken that from me. The ache inside of me is unbearable and quickening with the passing of each second.
This isn’t something I’m going to survive.
After a few heavy heartbeats, he shifts down and I know exactly where his face is and what he’s looking at. Only a thin scrap of lace separates me from his plunder. I draw a deep breath, certain I’m going to combust the moment he places his…
Dear God!
The panties are torn from my body. There’s a pinch of pain on my hip where the skimpy fabric loses its battle and shreds apart. I jerk, partly from pain, and partly because I need to feel something more substantial than his breath upon me. My imagination runs wild and I envision his amazing face with eyes darkened by lust.
“Please,” I beg.
“Yes?” There’s a hint of a tease in his response. “What do you need, little mouse?”
Oh, my God, he’s going to make me ask for it? I should be mortified, but desire burns away rational thought.
“Please. Fuck me.”
I need him now. The night has been long enough and I’m ready. I want this. Years of pent-up need ripple through me.
The mattress shifts beneath me as he moves. His sudden absence brings a shiver to my body. The air fills with the rustling of clothing as he strips.
I know he rushing from the sharp curse as his buckle finds its way free. The rasp of a zipper hitches my breath, and I’m yet again left with my imagination to envision what he must look like naked.
It’s not fair that he gets to see me, but I can’t see him.
Until this blindfold is removed, I remain at his mercy. Fortunately, I’ve seen him clothed and traveled enough of his bare skin to keep my imagination alive.
The bed dips again, shifting my weight as he returns to me. His hands explore, tracing the lines of my body with intimate familiarity. His hands close around my breasts and he fondles them. My nipples tighten beneath his hands, and I hiss as he pinches them.
“Do you like the pain, little mouse?”
A hiss escapes me. I’m not prepared for this.
He increases the pressure, and pain fires through my body. My back bows off the mattress as I fight for air. I have not forgotten his command, and keep my hands pressed firmly overhead as pain flares within me.
Moaning, I rock against the sensation. I want it to end. I never want him to stop.
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sp; Heat. A flare of warm, wet heat captures one nipple as he swipes at the puckered flesh with his tongue. I’m moaning now and writhing on the bed. My other nipple is held prisoner in a merciless vice. My mind struggles between exquisite pleasure and near-unbearable pain.
Then I discover what happened to his other hand.
He reaches down between my legs, and his fingers find my wet heat. Slipping through the delicate folds, my entire body tenses as he shoves his way inside.
The sound coming from my mouth isn’t human. It’s animalistic and primal. I’m moaning and crying as his fingers pump in and out. His hand moves between my legs. In and out. Round and round. Deeper and deeper he thrusts his fingers inside me.
“So tight,” he says. “Soft and slick. You’re perfect.”
Him touching me with carnal purpose escalates my hunger. I need more. More pressure. More friction. More than a few fingers inside of me.
“Please,” I beg again. “Please, I want you inside of me.”
“Do submissives ever make demands of their Doms?”
I don’t know the answer and give a whimper as my response.
“Please…” I rock my pelvis against his hands. Hunger and desperation drive me to slake this need.
There’s an unmistakable ripping of foil and a pause, then he is on me again. His fingers are back inside me. There’s nothing cautious or slow about his touch as he fucks me with his hand. Then his fingers withdraw and the bed dips again. He’s between my legs, lining up his hips.
“You want my cock?”
“Yes!” I scream and then with a whimper I beg again. “Please.”
He wedges his hips between my legs and the flare of his cock brushes against my folds.
I feel him straining to hold back, perhaps worried he might hurt me, but that lasts but a moment before he thrusts.
I cry out with the sensation of being filled. It hurts. It stings. It feels amazing.
“Yes, please.”
“Please what?” Amusement laces his words.
“Please fuck me.”
“My pleasure, little mouse.”
Not in a hurry to rush to his release, he paces himself and takes time to glide in and slowly drag back out.
My back arches and I curl my fingers. I’m desperate to touch him, but I dare not violate his command. I commit each sizzling stimulation to memory as he drives me up the precipice of my arousal. I’m not going to escape the inevitable.
He cups my jaw and his fingers are wet with my arousal. He slips them into my mouth and for the first time ever, I taste myself. He draws back and slams his hips forward, causing me to scream. Not with pain, but with a tightening of my core. Then he shoves his hand in my hair, knotting his fingers in the long lengths and yanking as he controls my head.
“You’re mine now,” he says. “You can’t run from this.”
I don’t want to run.
But I don’t answer. I’m incapable of coherent thought as his thrusting intensifies and the pace picks up. Every thought in my head disappears as sensation overcomes me. I’m feeling not only pleasure from everything, but a sense of possession as he takes everything I have.
I’ve had sex before.
I even considered some of it good. Never have I known what truly mind-blowing sex could be.
Every nerve in my body is responding. Our bodies are joined and it’s unlike anything I ever imagined. I’m overwhelmed. I’m floating in bliss. I need to come.
He fills me completely and I respond to his thrusts, moving with him as I follow his lead. My head arches back, tendons tightening as my climax races toward me.
Thrust after thrust, I’m lost and awash in becoming his. My nerves are supercharged and electricity races around inside of me with a life of its own. I part my lips only to have him claim me again.
Tongues tasting, teasing, we’re discovering each other as our bodies combust.
A shudder races through me. My breaths are needy pants. My hips are grinding against him. I’m gone, ripped asunder by his thrusting cock. My thighs shake and I tremble.
“Oh, my God. Oh! This feels…” I’m holding on by a thread, refusing to come, because I never want this to end. “I can’t…I don’t want…”
He thrusts deep and angles my hips to his liking. His groans fill the air and I realize he’s nearly as far gone as me.
“Come, for me.” His command flicks a switch inside of me and there’s no way to stop the freight train of sensation barreling down on me.
I hook my ankles around his hips and dig my heels into his tight ass cheeks as my entire world ignites.
I disappear and die the most exquisite death.
He unleashes the full fury of his need, driving his hips forward, groaning, and trembling as he follows me into the abyss of endless pleasure.
I hold still as he wraps me in his arms and pulls the blindfold from my eyes.
A smile bows his lips as he looks at me. We stare at one another. Our ragged breaths fill the air and mingle between us. We share an intimate connection and it magnifies in the silence between us. It takes me a moment to wrap my mind around what just happened, and then the heat in my cheeks begins.
“You’re beautiful when you blush.”
“I hate that.”
“I love it.” He sweeps hair from my eyes and kisses my temple. “It shows your vulnerability. It’s honest and adorable.”
I lie there and clutch his body with both my legs and my arms. Despite the cuffs, my arms encircle his head and rest around his shoulders.
As the pulse of his heart beats against me, the grin on his face widens.
“Did you forget something?” He arches his brow and glances down at my arm where it rests against his skin. “Where are your hands supposed to be?”
The flushing of my skin disappears as the blood drains from my face. I yank my hands back overhead, or try to. The sharp shake of his head tells me not to move.
“We’ll discuss punishment after we complete your list.”
I’m to be punished.
The lingering effects of my orgasm remain, but beneath it, that burning ache returns.
Chapter 13
I met this man hours ago and yet I feel as if I’ve known him forever.
I’m not a believer in soulmates, but Edge has me considering the idea. We connect on a level I can’t describe. My insecurities fall away before him. My fears evaporate. The pieces of me I close off from the rest of the world. I’m giving those to him, freely and without reservation.
A detour and a flat tire brought me to The Ties that Bind. I think fate has a hand in this.
I’m lying in bed with an incredible man, recovering from the best sex I’ve ever had.
“What time is it?” I curl into Edge’s embrace. My entire body is worn out and a languid feeling of contentment fills me.
He wraps a hand around my waist and pulls me tight against his body. We’re spooning, enjoying post-coital bliss. His cock is soft against my ass, but I feel it give a little jerk. Is it possible he might be ready for more? That is yet another thing I’ve never experienced; a man who can get it up more than once in a night.
“Are you eager to be free of me?” He nuzzles my shoulder, laying light kisses against my flesh.
I remember being chilled earlier, but I’m content and warm in his embrace.
“No, Sir,” I say, keeping to my role as his submissive for the night.
His finger sweeps the hair off my shoulder, giving him better access to my neck.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” His words are more of a mumble than anything else, but I hear him loud and clear.
My sentiments echo his words. I’ll never get enough of him, but our time does come with an expiration date. He knows how long we have together, but I’m fairly certain one night is all we’ll have.
“This has been...” I struggle to put my feelings into words.
“Yes?”
“I don’t know how to describe it, but I’ve n
ever felt this way before. I’ve never had sex like that before.”
“You haven’t?” He gives a low, throaty chuckle. “I’m assuming that means you enjoyed it?”
“I did.” I turn to face him. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”
“Like what?”
His eyes intrigue me. They’re simmering with mischief, lust, and an undeniable power. We’re not having sex right now, but there’s no mistaking who is and isn’t in charge.
“Like...that.” I don’t know how to describe what happened between us, except it felt right.
My fingers glide over the bunching of his bicep. With the blindfold removed, I can explore him fully. My eyes feast on his nakedness.
“Was I too rough?”
The pinching of my nipples hurt, but I shake my head, remembering the delicious thrum of adrenaline spiking through my body with the pain.
“I don’t understand everything, but no, you weren’t too rough.”
“Good,” he says, “because we’ve barely begun to explore what’s going on here.”
What is going on here? I don’t understand, but from the way he’s talking he’s thinking farther into the future than the few hours until morning.
“Um...” I’m a bit hesitant asking as the rules are still not clear to me, but I need an answer. “This is only for tonight, right?”
“What do you mean?”
“The auction? I’m yours for tonight, right?”
He takes a moment to look at me, like really look at me. “Is that what you want?”
“I don’t know.” I’m too chicken to tell him the truth. I feel like I’ve been exposed to a brand-new world. The rules are foreign to me, but I feel as if I’ve found a home.
“And if it’s for longer than just tonight? How will that make you feel?”
This I can answer. “Terrified.”
“You’re afraid of me?”
“Not you.”
He leans forward and kisses me. It’s a gentle touch, meant for reassurance more than anything else.
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