The desire in his eyes pushes away everything but my desperate need for his body.
He shifts off the bed and pulls restraints from under the mattress. His touch is gentle, soft, as he cuffs my left wrist. He drags his fingers up my arm and over my chest, then he's moving onto the bed to finish tracing the line.
He slings his leg over me, straddling me.
He leans down and plants a hard kiss on my lips. I'm only halfway bound. My free hand goes straight to his hair and it tugs hard. That gets him nipping at my lower lip.
Grinding his hips against mine.
When he shifts to my right side, my body whines. Is it possible to die from the weight of desire? Right now, it feels like it.
He finishes tracing that line all the way up my right arm and over my index finger. He's just as slow about cuffing my right wrist. "You know why I'm tying you up?"
I tug at them to test them. They're snug enough to keep me in place without cutting off my circulation. "Because I asked you to."
"Yeah, but you know why I want you bound to my bed?"
"No," I breathe.
He shifts onto the bed so he's sitting at my waist. He drags his fingers up my stomach and over my chest. "It's the only way to force you to take all the pleasure I want to give you."
"Mal…"
"You're going to come until you beg me to stop."
"Then?"
"Then you're going to come on my cock." His eyes fix on mine as he toys with my nipples, the right then the left. His touch gets harder. Rougher. "Spread your legs."
I do.
He plays with my nipples with one hand and slides the other between my legs. I'm already hypersensitive.
The brush of his thumb is enough to make me shudder.
His thumb and forefinger press against my nipple with a soft pinch.
His other thumb rubs against my clit. Harder.
The next pinch is harder.
He rubs me harder.
He stares into my eyes with this look that commands me. It pushes me over the edge. With the next brush of his thumb, I come. My sex pulses with a hard, fast orgasm.
But Mal doesn't stop. He keeps his thumb pad pressed against my clit, making these perfect slow circles.
He holds my gaze as he works me.
Fuck. The pressure in my sex is intense. It hurts as much as it feels good.
I have to close my eyes.
I try to reach for Mal, but my wrists catch on the cuffs. I'm restrained. I'm at his mercy.
And he's torturing me by taking me to the edge again.
With the next brush of Mal's thumb, I come again. Fuck. That's intense. I can feel the pulsing of my sex all the way in my toes.