Jesse took in a shuddering breath as I sucked his lower lip between mine and then moved back a step to let him finish getting undressed, and when his pants hit the floor and I heard him kick off his shoes, I snapped the belt loud enough that the cracking sound echoed off the walls and Jesse jumped.
It was twisted as fuck for me to get harder from that reaction, but then again, I’d been hard since I flicked the lights off and heard him call my name with a tremble in his voice. Sick. Warped. And dangerous. But I wasn’t about to stop now.
“Hold out your hands.”
Instantly, Jesse raised his arms, and a growl of approval left my throat. He was so fucking compliant; the possibilities of what I could do with that trust made it close to impossible for me not to take him right there and then.
I ran my fingers down the entire length of the belt as I walked close enough that his hands were now touching my sweater.
“Put your hands flat on my chest,” I told him, and when he immediately complied, I looped the belt around his wrists once, and then again, before buckling it nice and tight. Once I was satisfied he was restrained, I brought his hands up so I could suck one of his fingers into my mouth. He sighed softly as I swirled my tongue around the long digit, and when I released it and then tugged him in so close his naked body was brushing up against my clothes, I put my mouth to his ear and asked, “Are you scared, Jesse?”
“Yes,” he confessed, and I snaked a hand down to where his cock was painfully erect and wrapped my fingers around him. A hiss of pleasure left him as I tightened my grip.
“Scared but still aroused. That’s kind of fucked up, isn’t it?” I said.
“Ahh… Oh God.”
I chuckled in his ear. “Oh, he can’t help you tonight, Jesse. I told you, this is when the wicked play. And you said you wanted to play, didn’t you?” Jesse punched his hips forward, and I gave his cock a solid pull. “Jesse?”
“Yes,” he said so urgently the breath left him and washed over my face.
“Good. Because there’s no turning back now.” And with that, I released my hold and left him to go and flip on the light. It was time I took a good look at what I was about to take.
The light from a corner lamp was too bright for my eyes, and I squinted and shielded my face with my bound hands.
There I was, naked as the day I was born except for my belt, which Salvatore had tied around my wrists, and instead of feeling ashamed, I felt…wanted. Which was mental, especially after the game of hide and seek that I hadn’t realized was a game. It had only served to get my blood pumping even harder, the excitement of what was about to happen sending tremors coursing through my body.
With my eyes still closed, I felt Salvatore come to stand in front of me, and then he lifted my chin, taking my lips in a soft kiss. But just as I parted my mouth for his, he shoved my chest away, sending me falling back. Without my hands to catch myself, I landed on my back on a mattress that was more firm than soft, and as I blinked up at Salvatore, a roguish smile crossed his face.
His eyes roamed over my naked body, and when they landed on my fully erect cock, he licked his lips.
“I’m so glad we opted out of dessert,” he said, grabbing the bottom of his sweater and tugging it up and over his head. “Because I have something very sweet to eat on my bed right now.”
Oh hell… Salvatore’s shadow loomed over me where he stood at the foot of the bed, every muscled inch of him on stunning display. It was the first time I’d seen his bare skin, and though I’d seen a glimpse of his impressive physique that day in the rain, the sight of him took my breath away.
With flawless tanned skin and a physique that had to come from hours a day inside a gym, the man standing before me was so out of my league that I felt inadequate under his gaze.
Why me? I thought, for the hundredth time since I’d met him. He could have anyone, yet I was the one in his bed. I was the one he was staring at with ravenous eyes, and what was more…I loved it. I loved not knowing what would happen next and knowing Salvatore was completely in control. Even in the dark, playing his game of hide and seek, I knew I could stop things if I felt they went too far, and that knowledge was power. He was testing me, and with every challenge, I found myself trusting him even more. And now? Spread across his bed with my hands bound, completely vulnerable and exposed? I was ready for anything and everything Salvatore would throw my way.