In Bounds

by Bronwyn Green

  Finally, he broke away, and stared down at her. “Well?”

  She swallowed past the lump in her throat. “I want you to tie me up.”

  It was impossible to miss the heat flaring in his eyes. “And?”

  She dampened her lips, again. She’d never been good at asking for what she wanted, sexually. And the last time she’d tried had been a disaster. But Will wasn’t Daniel. Will didn’t seem the least little bit weirded out by the things that excited her. In fact, he seemed to crave them as much as she did.

  Clearing her throat, she said, “I want you to lick my pussy. And I want you to fuck me while I’m tied up.”

  Desire tempered with the strain of restraint showed on his face, and her cunt ached at the sight of it.

  “I want your hands around my neck while you fuck me,” she added in a whisper.

  His pupils nearly swallowed his irises as he stared into her eyes. Sitting up suddenly, he released her wrists as he glanced around the room, seemingly searching for something. Finally, he grabbed the drawstring from his shorts, untied it and yanked it until it was free of the garment. The fabric slid down his hips as he leaned forward, partially baring him, and he quickly wrapped the cord around her wrists then secured her to the spindles in the headboard.

  She gasped as the sensation of being trapped descended over her. He dragged his fingertips down the insides of her arms, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

  “I think this first time, we’ll leave just your hands tied. See how you like it.”

  If the dampness in her panties was anything to go by, she liked it a lot.

  He scooted back, studying his handiwork. His brow furrowed slightly as he stared at her. As suddenly as it had spiked, her arousal faded as the reality of her exposed body hit her. He was realizing now that she looked nothing like the other women he’d dated. She and Will weren’t dating, though. The other women he’d tied up. There, that sounded better. Except for the part where she was found lacking. She tugged at her bindings, wanting to hide.

  He trailed a finger down the center of her chest, catching her attention. She didn’t want to see his disappointment, but she couldn’t stop herself from looking anyway.

  “Check in, Ivy. What’s wrong?” he asked.

  She tried to ignore the color rising to her cheeks. “You look disappointed.”

  “Of course, I am.” He grinned. “I tied you up before we got your bra off you. Been dying to get my mouth on those gorgeous tits again.”

  She knew that she was dumpy in comparison to those other women, but Will was being kind, and she tried to accept his explanation. She didn’t want to let her insecurities ruin the time she’d have with him. Her gaze followed his down her chest where her breasts strained against the flimsy cups. And down farther where his cock stood out, hard and thick, from his body. Stupid back-clasping bra.

  “You could tear it,” she offered, not quite able to believe she’d made the suggestion.

  His eyes widened slightly, then settled back into their heavy-lidded expression. “And you were the one who said I imagined your kinks.”

  She shrugged as best she could with her arms stretched above her head. “I’ve never liked this one, anyway.”

  He gripped the front of her bra, the backs of his fingers resting inside the cups. “You sure?”

  “The underwire pokes me.”

  He knelt on the bed, lifting himself from her body and gripped the fabric tighter. His shorts slipped the rest of the way down his tightly muscled body, revealing a series of numbers separated by dots tattooed along the curve of his hip. At some point, she’d have to ask him what they signified, but that time wasn’t now. Her mouth had gone dry, from the sight of his cock curving up toward his stomach, the silver piercings glinting in the low light. She hadn’t spent near enough time exploring them earlier. And now, she couldn’t touch him even though she was desperate to.

  The head of his shaft was slick with pre-come, and the sight of it made her consider asking him to shove his cock into her mouth. But she couldn’t get the words out before he tightened his fingers on the fabric and yanked. His brow furrowed as he wrenched the material. The bra gave way with a loud tearing sound that settled low in her abdomen, making her stomach flip with dark excitement.

  Exposed to the cooler air, her nipples beaded immediately, and Will wasted no time leaning over and drawing one of the aching nubs into his mouth. Her breath left her on a keening groan as he flattened her flesh against the roof of his mouth with his tongue. Releasing her, he sat back on his heels and rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, watching her the entire time.

  “So fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, pinching the tight peaks.

  She cried out at the sensation, her hips jerking upward, her pussy aching and needing to be filled.

  “You like that?” His voice had become gravelly and tight with want.

  She nodded.

  He did it again, and she squirmed beneath him, needing more. “Ever wear nipple clamps?”

  “No.” Her answer was nothing more than a breathy puff of air, but he seemed to understand.

  “Do you want to try them?”

  She tried to swallow past the sudden lump in her throat as she nodded.

  “You’re going to love them.” He paused for a moment and added, “And I’m going to love putting them on you.”

  Her gaze fell to his straining cock. More fluid had dripped down his shaft, and a droplet clung to one of his piercings. He definitely seemed to like the idea of the clamps.

  She lifted her hips. God, she needed him to fuck her now.

  “I bought you some when I was in London. In case you’d be interested.”

  Her eyes widened.

  “Maybe it was wishful thinking,” he said as he scooted backward. “But I hoped we might get here.”

  She felt like she should have some kind of response to that, but she had nothing. Just an aching emptiness that needed to be filled.

  “I picked up some other things, too. But as much as I want to show you, right now, I’d rather eat you until you scream.”

  Forcing a shuddering breath in through her nose, she closed her eyes. She’d never been so close to coming from the sound of someone’s voice. If there had been a dry spot remaining on her underwear, there wasn’t now.

  Chapter Eighteen

  The sight of Ivy restrained like some sort of sacrificial offering was almost enough to have Will coming, untouched. He wanted to lose himself in her lush curves. He wanted to hear her cry out his name and feel her clinging to him as she came. Once hadn’t been enough, and he doubted this time would sate him, either.

  Reaching her knees, he hooked his toes between her legs and spread them, shifting so he was in between them. The scent of her arousal drifted to him, and he grabbed hold of her sopping panties.

  “Do you like these?”

  “What?”

  “Your knickers. Do you like them?”

  Confusion and need warred in her expression. “They’re...okay.”

  “I’ll buy you new ones.” He ripped the fabric apart at the seams—both the primal sound of possession and her excited gasps tightening his balls. His gazed drifted to her pussy. Neatly-trimmed, dark hair covered her slick mound. Christ, he wanted to shove inside of her and fuck her until they were both satisfied and had collapsed into a sweaty, tangled heap. But he wanted to taste her more.

  Lowering himself to his stomach, he shouldered her legs farther apart. “Spread your legs, love. I’ve been waiting too long for this not to have all of you.”

  She huffed out a laugh. “Are you trying to kill me with words?”

  “Kill? No. Make you desperate? Maybe a little.”

  “Mission fucking accomplished.”

  He trailed his tongue along the crease between her thigh and groin, loving the full-body shiver that worked through her. “Nope. I won’t have accomplished anything until I’ve made you come a few dozen times.”

  He drew his fingertip t
hrough her folds, collecting her moisture on his skin. Spreading her labia, he pressed the flat of his tongue to her damp flesh and groaned at her sweetly tangy taste. Her hips jerked upward, lifting against his mouth. He slung his arm across her abdomen, pinning her to the bed.

  She groaned, seemingly reveling in being held down. “God, yes,” she whispered.

  His cock twitched at the sound, and he knew his instincts about her were right. God, the things he wanted to introduce her to—share with her. It was impossible not to imagine her cuffed to a spanking bench, pale arse in the air, waiting for the smack of his hand or the kiss of a flogger. Groaning at the image, he licked her again, lapping at her juices while carefully avoiding her clit.

  “Will...please,” she gasped.

  “Mhmm?” he asked, circling her entrance with the tip of his finger.

  “So...close.” She panted raggedly, attempting to rock her hips, but he had leverage and strength on his side and held her as still as possible. Fuck, he loved watching her strain.

  He slipped two fingers into her wet channel, groaning at the way she soaked his hand and tightened around him as he slid in and out. He glanced up the length of her writhing body. Her skin was flushed, and her eyes closed as her head thrashed side to side. She wouldn’t last much longer.

  He spread her lips wider, baring her clit and blowing a cool stream of air across the swollen flesh, and her entire body stiffened. “Damn it, Will.”

  Will rested his chin on her mound and stared up at her. “Problem?”

  She lifted her head, her cheeks an enticing shade of bright pink. “You’re a tease.”

  “You know...I’m not sure you’re in a position to be calling names. I’m great at knots, and there’s no way you’re getting out of that without help.”

  “So, you’d just leave me here all frustrated while you what? Have a beer?”

  “Nah. I’d make you watch me get myself off.”

  Her head thunked back on the pillow, and the sound she made was somewhere between a groan and a snarl.

  Taking pity on her, he flicked his tongue across the engorged bundle of nerves begging for his attention. Her pussy began to ripple around his fingers still pumping within her, and her back arched off the bed as she turned her face into her arm, trying to muffle her cry.

  Sucking her clit between his lips, he continued to lash the distended flesh with his tongue, driving her to a higher, harder peak. She came apart beneath his mouth, and he couldn’t look away from the way she shook and strained. She sank her teeth into her upper arm, not letting go as she continued to thrash. Worrying she’d hurt herself, he lifted his head and crawled up the length of her body.

  Gently stroked her face, he murmured, “Ivy. Look at me, love.”

  Slowly, she released her arm and turned her head, blinking tear-damp eyes at him. Her arm was going to bruise. That was clear from the bright red teeth marks.

  He traced the outline with his fingertip. “What’s this about?”

  “I—I don’t know. I just felt like I was flying apart and I needed...” She took a shuddering breath. “I don’t know what I needed.”

  “This is too much.” He reached up to untie her.

  “No.”

  He paused, his fingers on the knot fastening her to the headboard.

  “You promised to fuck me like this.”

  He brushed his thumb across her lower lip. “Being bound isn’t too much for you? Too intense?”

  She shook her head, eyes wide. “It’s not. It’s not too much.”

  He watched her, waiting for her to say more.

  Her eyes closed, and her cheeks colored. “I don’t usually come like this. I mean, I come—but not in the feeling-like-I-might-not-survive-it way.” Her eyes flew open. “And before you worry that that’s too much, too, let me assure you, it is not.”

  His lips twitched. “Good to know.”

  “The other times...your hand was over my mouth or around my neck...and I felt...”

  He waited for her to continue, watching, but she stayed silent. For the longest time, the only sound in the room was her rasping breath. The not knowing was killing him. “What did you feel?”

  She kept her eyes closed tight, but she finally whispered, “Safe.”

  Warmth unfurled in his gut. Despite giving her plenty of reasons not to—taking advantage of her when she’d been drunk, though he knew she’d argue that, to being the cause of Phoebe’s injury-causing fit—Ivy somehow trusted him. She trusted him to keep her safe. He had offered her a safe place to fuck her ex out of her system, but the truth was, he thought he might be well on his way to offering more than that. Well, wanting more than that, anyway.

  A sudden chill chased away the warmth that had enveloped him. Who the fuck was he to imagine he could give her what she needed? Yes, he was attracted to her. Yes, he wanted to see where that attraction went. Yes, he wanted to explore every single one of her curiosities with her. But feeling safe was about far more than his hand over her mouth or his fingers around her throat. Could he truly give her what she needed? If she allowed herself that kind of vulnerability... What if this attempt to see where things went with her ended up being just one more way he cocked things up? What if he hurt her, somehow?

  Despite the fear swirling in his gut, he leaned over and kissed her forehead, and he heard himself say, “I’ll keep you safe.”

  Her eyes opened, and he found himself trapped in those silvery depths. Straining, she lifted her head as far as she could and pressed her lips to his.

  He kissed her back and was lost the moment she sighed sweetly into his mouth. Fingers shoved into her hair, he took control, delving inside, letting her taste herself on his tongue. She groaned, biting at his lips as he kissed her. Resting his hand on her chest, he pushed her back against the mattress.

  “Condom,” he murmured after she’d protested him leaving the bed.

  Expression hungry, she watched as he sheathed himself.

  Will settled between her legs, slid his hands under her bottom, and dragged her closer, letting her feel the tension of the cord binding her. Somehow, he suspected that the increased sensation of helplessness would heighten her arousal, and he wasn’t disappointed. She glanced back at her arms pulled taut, and a shiver worked through her.

  Satisfaction settled in his veins. She was getting off on this. Her earlier words about wanting to avoid responsibility for her actions drifted back to him, and he paused, the head of his cock hovering outside her slick opening. If this was going to happen while she was tied, he needed her to say it. He needed her to own it.

  “Tell me what you want,” he demanded, holding himself perfectly still.

  She opened her eyes and moved her arms as if she’d reach for him, but her bindings held her fast. She squirmed, as if trying to draw him closer. He refused to move—even though it practically killed him.

  “I want you,” she whispered.

  He swallowed hard, knowing she didn’t mean it in the way that a small part of him wished she did. He shoved those feelings away just as hard as he shoved into of her.

  She cried out as he filled her, her slick heat tight around him as he paused and stared down at her. Waiting until her gaze locked on his before he started to move. He could tell the exact moment she felt the piercings. Her eyes widened before rolling back into her head, and her breath left her on a slow, keening exhalation.

  He pumped into her with slow measured thrusts. He hadn’t come that long ago; in theory, he could make this last. But being with Ivy made everything more intense. He realized that was probably due to years of fantasizing and curiosity about her, but he couldn’t help but wonder if some of that intensity was just his reaction to her.

  She shifted and wrapped her legs around his waist, deepening the angle of penetration, and his balls brushed against her sopping cunt with every forward motion. Christ, she was wet. He groaned, reveling in the proof of her arousal that coated his sac. He didn’t delude himself into thinking it was all about h
im. She was finally exploring her supposedly non-existent kinks. Of course, she was excited.

  He trailed his fingers along her side, skimmed over her breast and let them settle around her throat. She took a shuddery gasp as he tightened his grip ever so slightly, and he could swear that there was even more moisture slicking his way.

  “Is this what you wanted?” he asked, his voice tight.

  She nodded almost drunkenly, her chin bumping against the back of his hand. Her pupils were lust-blown and huge almost obliterating the gorgeous color of her eyes. “More,” she whispered. “Please.”

  He shafted her harder and faster, wanting to give her what she needed. Lifting into him, she met every roll of his hips, and her eyes fell shut. She was getting close.

  “Both hands,” she rasped.

  He shifted, resting his weight more fully atop her as his other hand joined the first, encircling her throat completely. Her pulse beat frantically against his skin. Pure bliss washed over her features, and he tightened his fingers slightly. That was all it took to push her over. She gasped, and her breath froze in her chest as she shuddered and jerked against him. Her cunt clenched around him, making it almost impossible to keep driving into her, but he powered through, spurred on by the expression on her face. He’d never seen anything more beautiful. And knowing he’d brought her to this point was just as intense as being balls-deep inside her.

  As her tremors slowed, she opened her eyes. A tingling sensation started at the base of his spine and started to climb, moving higher with each thrust into her willing body. He tried to slow it down, make it last longer. She still met him motion for motion, but the urgency had faded from her face. She watched him, her expression more open and unguarded than he’d ever seen it, and he was fucking lost.

  As the tingling feeling reached the base of his skull, his release built to an almost unbearable level until it snapped and exploded through his body in a rush that stole his breath and momentarily dimmed his vision. Inhaling in an attempt to steady himself, he dropped his forehead to her chest, and he tried to calm his racing heart and ignore the throbbing in his knee. The throbbing that he’d, under no circumstances, mention to Ivy. He knew how she’d interpret it, and he refused to be the one to dull the light in her eyes.