by Lilly Atlas
Acer loved her ass.
She smiled to herself. For years, she’d tried every exercise she could to tighten her behind up, but could never quite get rid of a bit of jiggle. Acer told her almost every day how he loved her softness and how amazing it felt in his hands or against his body.
There was no disagreeing with that. His competent hands and hard body felt just as wonderful on her skin. If only he could express his emotions as easily as he expressed his love of her body.
She shimmied into the panties and snatched the bra out of the drawer next. It was the same silky material as the thong and the same deep purple. The cups gave her good lift and dipped low enough to tease with a tiny peek of nipple.
When she had the lingerie in place, she slid her feet into a pair of sky-high purple heels she bought online a week ago. They did amazing things for her legs and ass.
Acer was going to flip his shit.
Fia shook her hips in an excited dance around the room and stopped in her tracks at the sight of herself in a full-length mirror behind the closed door. The scar on her ribs was as visible as ever. It might as well be a red stop sign with the way her eyes were drawn to it. The good news was, until she saw it just now, she hadn’t even considered it when making her plan for tonight.
Progress.
She held up her middle finger to the scars in the mirror. Just distorted skin; it didn’t define her. She could go for whole days now without thinking of it.
Acer’s doing.
Fuck the scars. The woman shining in the mirror was a sexy, confident woman who knew the effect her body had on her man.
Hell yeah, she did.
“Fia?” The walls shook with the force of the front door slamming shut, jarring Fia out of her daze. She dashed to the dresser to grab the last item she needed for tonight. Her hand stilled over the open drawer.
Deep breath. She could do this. It would be good, beyond good; Acer would make sure of that.
She snatched the silken ropes and moved to the bed. Assuming the pre-planned pose, she leaned against one of the long uprights of the four-poster bed, and cocked her hip to the side.
She should have felt stupid, but the fluttering of excitement and nerves in her belly outweighed any foolishness she might have experienced. “I’m in here!”
Acer’s footsteps approaching down the hall was all it took to have her nipples tightening and her clit throbbing. The small strip of fabric between her legs wouldn’t contain a raindrop, let alone the amount of moisture already dripping from her. She pressed her legs together and squirmed, the action ineffective at quelling the need.
Only Acer could do that.
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“You in bed already, babe?” Acer opened his bedroom door and let it swing into the room. He took one step toward his bed and stopped dead, as though someone had pulled an emergency brake on his momentum.
The light was low, but positioned behind Fia so that all attention was drawn to her glowing form. She mentioned something once about how she learned tons of lighting tricks during photo shoots for her website.
She leaned against his bed, her curvy hip tilted at a seductive angle. Two pebbled nipples peeked over the top of a sinful bra. A miniscule scrap of fabric scarcely covered her pussy, drawing his gaze with a force stronger than gravity.
He hardened so fast it was just shy of painful.
The smile on Fia’s face said she knew exactly the effect she had on him, and she loved it.
Fuck, this woman was amazing. She’d come so far and that she could be so giving with her sexuality around him after all she’d endured was nothing short of astounding. She stayed plastered to him when around other men and she still tensed when one came too close. But with him, she was everything she’d been the first night they’d met.
A shameful part of him loved that he was the only man she felt comfortable around. The only man who got to see and experience that gorgeous body, the sexy sounds she made as she came, and her growing sense of sexual adventure.
She no longer seemed self-conscious about the scars on her ribs. Anger and the desire to rip Mike’s throat out still rose sharp and fast whenever he saw them, but he worked very hard to keep those feelings from showing on his face. It wasn’t about him.
“You just gonna gawk at me all night, handsome?” A sexy grin played across her face and she raised one eyebrow.
“No.” He stalked toward her. “I’m going to fuck you until you pass out from the pleasure.”
Her whiskey eyes dilated and darkened. Yeah, his girl liked it when he talked dirty to her. She liked when he got dirty with her.
When she was close enough to touch, he filled his hands with her lush ass and jerked her against his straining erection. God, she felt so good, so soft and yielding. Her body was made for this, for him.
She tilted her pelvis, rubbing along his length and he swore she purred like a contented cat.
“Wait,” she said as he dipped in to take her lips.
He froze. Even though they’d come so far, he was always alert and aware that something might push her too far. He never allowed himself to lose control as he had in the shower. The risk of scaring her and fucking up her progress was too great.
“What’s wrong?”
She squeezed her arms around him once before letting go. “Nothing’s wrong.” She held up a hand. “I want you to do something for me.”
Dangling from her fingers were two long, silken strips of fabric. They matched the lingerie she wore. She must have made them.
“I want you to tie me to the bed.”
The breath stilled in his lungs. If she had any idea the fantasies he had about this very thing. Not since he’d rescued her, but for months after he slept with her. But after what she’d been through? “No, Fi—”
A soft hand covered his mouth, determination glowing in her eyes. “I want this, Acer. I need it. When we first met, you whispered about how you wanted to tie me up and fuck me.”
The word fuck coming from her lips always made him harder.
“I dreamed about that for months. I’ve never done it and couldn’t stop thinking about it. I need to do this to take back the last part of myself. I promise I’m not afraid.”
He tilted his head and stared down at her, her gentle fingers still pressed to his lips.
She chuckled. “Okay, I’m a little nervous. But I really do want this. For more reasons than just getting over a fear. And I trust you, completely.”
He growled around her fingers and she laughed.
“I told you you’re going to have to deal with it. Please, Acer. I can handle this.” She winked at him. “I may even like it.”
He slipped his tongue between the gap in her fingers. A subtle shiver ran through her and her throat worked as she swallowed. He pressed a kiss to her palm and pulled her hand down, sliding the cool fabric from her hand. “Okay, baby, on one condition. You feel any discomfort, any fear, anything remotely bad I want to know. Got it? Our word will be smart-mouth. You say that and I’ll stop, no questions asked.”
She pouted. “Acer, I don’t need a safe word.”
He wouldn’t budge on this. “Safe word or nothing.”
She rolled her eyes. “Okay, smart-mouth it is.”
“Great.” Without warning, he crushed his mouth to hers, lifting her with hands under her ass. She jolted in his arms and wrapped her legs tight around his waist, the spikes of her fuck-me heels an erotic bite of pain in his back. They kissed for long minutes, until her growl of frustration had him chuckling. “Patience, baby. There’s no rush tonight.”
“Easy for you to say.”
He ground his cock against her. Christ, the front of his pants were growing soaked with the evidence of her arousal. “It’s really not.”
He placed her on the large bed and she scooted back, maintaining eye contact and stopping when she was in the center. She laid down and lifted her arms over her head, waiting for him to tie her up.
The woman looked like the sexies
t sacrifice imaginable. His cock was so hard and pulsed with so much blood, his head spun from lack of oxygen.
She smiled at him and the steel doors around his heart flew up. She was so beautiful, so brave, and so trusting.
How was it this one woman made him question two decades of thinking?
Chapter Thirty-Three
Fia tugged at the satin fabric, testing the strength. Pretty sturdy. She wasn’t going anywhere.
“You good, babe? Want me to keep going?”
She took a deep breath and willed the drumming of her heart to slow down. “Yes. I’m a little nervous, but it’s more anticipation than fear. I promise I’ll let you know if it gets to be too much. Keep going. Over thinking is what will make me back out.”
Acer secured her other wrist then pressed his mouth to her ear. “Give me ten minutes and you won’t be able to think at all.”
Oh yeah. The man could make her swoon with that silver tongue of his.
He backed up until his feet hit the floor and he stood at the end of the bed. “Spread your legs.”
She took her time obeying his command. There wasn’t much she could do to him bound to the bed, but she’d find little ways to torture him as well. His smirk said he was on to her game.
“You’re wet.”
Understatement of the year. Spread out and immobile, she felt exposed and vulnerable, but not in a frightened way. The anticipation of what he’d do to her was a strong aphrodisiac. Her nipples were aching points of need and her clit throbbed and swelled. “I’m soaked. It coated the fly of your jeans.”
“I know. But there’s something about seeing that fabric barely covering your pussy all dark and drenched with your arousal. All for me, right? No other man can make you wet like this. It’s all mine.”
Truer words had never been spoken. She could barely tolerate another man within ten feet of her. With time, she was becoming more comfortable with his friends, but hadn’t felt even a smidge of sexual attraction to any man besides Acer.
“Only you, Acer. It’s all for you.” And when she left? What then? Would it even be possible to experience a fraction of the desire she felt for Acer with another man? She wasn’t sure she could ever even try.
His nostrils flared as he nodded. He pulled his T-shirt over his head and went to work on his belt, his eyes never leaving her body. No man should be that sexy. It almost wasn’t fair to the rest of them.
As he shed his clothing, the ink on his skin highlighted the play of muscles and the bar though his nipple gleamed in the dim lighting.
If she could just press her legs together, put some pressure on her clit, find some relief—
Acer shook his head and circled an ankle with his large hand, pulling her thighs wide apart. “Uh uh.”
Fia sighed and stilled her movements. Tonight would be on his timeline.
He stroked a hand over his length and her mouth watered. Maybe this had been a mistake. Not because she was scared, but it was obvious he planned to draw this out until she was a mess of need. She might not survive the buildup.
Acer crawled up onto the bed, between her legs, and bent near her ear. “I don’t want you to be scared, so I’m going to tell you exactly how this is going to go. Okay?” His voice was tight, strained.
She nodded.
“I need you to say it out loud. So I can be certain.”
“Okay.” So okay.
“First,” he said, nipping her earlobe. “I’m going to unwrap these gorgeous tits and play with them for a while. Did you make this for me?” He trailed a finger along the top edge of a bra cup, just glancing over a nipple and she shivered with need.
“Yes.”
“I highly approve. When I’m done up here, I’m going to move down and eat you out until you come on my face.” He brushed his knuckles across the damp silk covering her mound.
Fia moaned. If she got any wetter, they were going to need to grab a towel. She squirmed, trying to rub her nipples against the fabric of her bra. Anything to relieve the ache.
“And finally, I’m going fuck you, long and hard until you scream my name as you come again. You good with the plan?”
Good? Good was such a pale word for the excitement and need his words evoked.
“Babe?”
“I’m good.” Her throat was so dry the words came out as a croak.
He pressed his lips to her neck and moved downward, forging a fiery path to her breasts. Every time his mouth met her skin, her pussy clenched she let out a soft moan.
When he reached her breasts, she held her breath, not wanting to miss a millisecond of his plan.
He nuzzled a nipple with his nose, just where it peeked out from her bra, and inhaled a deep breath. “You smell amazing.” Warm air wafted over her sensitive skin as he spoke. It was as though every pore on her skin was ultra-sensitive, responding to the slightest input.
“It’s…um…vanilla?” She could barely think. Her mind was too busy trying to send him telepathic messages about how much she needed his mouth on her.
He chuckled against her skin. “I hope you’re not asking me, because I don’t have a fucking clue. All I know is it makes me hard.”
Huh? What did he say? He flicked the front clasp of the bra open and pushed the cups aside, freeing her breasts. In the next instant, his mouth closed over her and pleasure shot straight from her nipple to her clit. “Yesss,” she said on a moan.
He wasn’t gentle, and he sucked until she pulled against the restraints and tried in vain to grind her pelvis against his. She groaned when he switched to the other nipple.
“Acer, that feels so good.” Instinct had her wanting to dive her fingers into his hair and hold his head against her breast, or push it between her legs, but she was helpless to do anything but lie there and take it as he gave it.
“Tell me,” he said. He gently raked his teeth across her nipple. “Tell me what you feel.” He lifted his head and watched her. One hand pinched a nipple and the other moved between her legs and lightly stroked a finger over the satin covering her with a maddeningly insufficient touch. He winked. “I’m diverting from the plan just a bit. Tell me.”
She swallowed as best she could, the saliva in her mouth having dried up at his first touch. “I want to touch you.” She moved her hips, trying to get his finger to enter her. “But I can’t. You have all the control, and I think I really like that. All I can do is lie here and feel what you’re doing to me. It’s kind of freeing.”
“That’s right, baby.” He pressed an open mouth kiss between her breasts, then continued his journey over her quivering belly.
“Did you make this for me too?” he asked as he nuzzled string of her panties, right over her sensitive hipbone.
“Yes.” She raised her hips, seeking relief, but he denied her for now.
He slipped a strong finger under the fabric and through her slick folds.
She moaned and pressed her hips into his touch. If he didn’t get some part of his anatomy inside her soon, she wouldn’t be held responsible for her actions.
“And this?” he asked, rimming her entrance, his laser focus on her face. “Is this drenched pussy for me?”
“Y-yes.”
“Only me.”
They’d been through this already. Was that insecurity she heard in his voice? How could he even begin to question her desire for him, only him? She could barely stand to be in another man’s presence let alone think of allowing one access to her naked body. “Only you. It’s been only you since LA.”
His eyes darkened and his pupils dilated, a growl of male possession rumbling in his chest. He bent down and grasped the string between his perfect teeth, drawing back and letting it go with a snap against her skin. “Goddamned right it’s mine.”
Fia jumped and gasped, straining against the bindings. She wanted to grab his head and hold him against her center until he made her come, but she was trapped, unable to end this sensual torture. His claiming words were as hot as his touch.
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�Was it a lot of work?”
“What?” Why was he still talking? She couldn’t process anything but the need spiraling through her. “Um, no, it wasn’t.”
“Good.” He ripped the G-string from her.
It wouldn’t have mattered if she’d spent a year crafting the lingerie. The sound of the material tearing from her body almost made her come.
“Bend your knees.”
She obeyed at once.
He didn’t move, poised over her pussy, for unknown seconds.
“Acer, please.” She groaned and tilted her pelvis closer to his face.
He slid his thumbs up the seam of her pussy, spreading her lips until he reached her clit. A warm stream of air wafted over the throbbing nub.
“Holy shit!”
He chuckled and pressed his thumb to her clit.
Fia jerked at the harsh lash of pleasure. She was so far beyond turned on, her body so sensitized, it was almost too much. Acer buried his mouth in her folds and she fisted the fabric ropes in her hand. She needed something to hold, something to yank on, something to keep her from shooting off into space.
The man was a God. His mouth should be licensed, registered, and come with a warning label. Do not use unless prepared to be ruined for all other men.
He ate at her sex, using his tongue, lips, and teeth to drive into a frenzy. She thrashed against the bindings, her biceps bulging with the force of her grip.
He showed her no mercy, and in no time, her limbs tingled and her vision blurred. “Oh God, Acer, I’m gonna come.”
He inserted a thick finger deep into her and curled it forward as he flicked her clit with his tongue again and again.
Pleasure crested and she shattered, coming against his face as promised. Her back arched, pushing her against his mouth. He didn’t guide her over the edge easily, he flung her into oblivion, fucking her with his finger and his mouth until the intense pressure built a second time.
“Ahh,” she cried out as another orgasm swamped her. Lights flashed behind her eyelids and her arms lost the strength to tug on the ropes. Every last ounce of energy leeched out of her as she came down from a high she’d never imagined.