I'm pushing at the sides of my panties when Holden returns, clutching some fabric. He's found something to act as a blindfold and something to bind my arms, exactly as he promised.
"Naked," he says sharply.
When my panties hit my ankles, I square my shoulders and stare at him defiantly. My nipples harden in the cool air.
"On your knees," he says, dropping the narrower cloth onto the couch. He wastes no time wrapping the blindfold around my eyes, smoothing my hair as he does it. In the darkness, he feels closer somehow as though my skin can sense his proximity. His pants rustle softly as he moves behind me, taking my wrists and tying them together. When he's done, I test my binds, finding them comfortable but firm. I couldn't break from them, even if I tried my hardest.
The rug is soft against my knees, and I widen my stance, partly for stability and partly because my pussy is hot and needy. Maybe like this, Holden will take pity on me and touch me there.
But he doesn't.
Something brushes my bottom lip, and I brace myself, expecting it to be his cock. Instead, he rests some pressure, opening my mouth with his thumb.
"You look so good like this," he murmurs. "On your knees and ready to serve."
I nod, my voice too trapped in my throat to reply.
"I like giving you what you need," he says. "Because you need this, Connie, don't you?"
Again, I nod and hear him sigh with pleasure. He pushes his thumb over my tongue and deeper into my mouth, testing. He doesn't need to worry about me being able to take him. I think I've proven my abilities already, but maybe he likes this slow buildup; controlling my body and leaving my mind to scramble for any hint that my other senses can pick up.
If I could see his face, what would it look like? I bet his blue eyes are dark with lust-swollen pupils. I bet his serious expression and the scruff over his chin would make him seem meaner and more dangerous than he really is. I bet my eyes would take in the ladder of his abs and the roundness of his pecs, and my mind would swoon.
My fingers itch to touch him, curling and uncurling in their ties.
Holden's hands slide into my hair. "It's time," he says gruffly, and then his cock pushes past my lips and deep into my mouth. Gripping, he angles my head so that he can push into my throat, withdrawing quickly before I have a chance to gag. With shallower thrusts, I have a chance to acclimatize, relishing his taste and smell, shivering at the control he's wielding. "That's it," he says softly as he repeats the process, hissing as my throat closes around him, gripping him tightly.
My eyes begin to water behind the blindfold, but I don't care. Everything about my consciousness is zoned into the sting of my scalp and the tremble in his thighs.
If his brothers were here now, they could suck on my nipples and maybe stroke my clit. I crave them, even as I relish the purity of the connection between Holden and me.
"That's it," he says again, and I can tell he's getting closer. His cock swells, the taste of his arousal increasing with his pleasure. I brace for him to come, imagining that he'll lose control and thrust deep into my throat, but he doesn't. Instead, he draws out just enough that I can breathe as he comes, swallowing him down as he gasps his release.
And I nearly come myself, naked and on my knees.
The sound of Holden's breathing seems exaggerated in the quiet of the house. I sink down until my bottom rests on my heels, and I lower my face, inhaling and exhaling deeply and slowly. Oh my God. This man gets me so well. Or maybe what I need is what he needs too. Could it really be that I've stumbled across four men who fit with me like puzzle pieces?
"You have a choice," Holden says softly, his big warm palm cupping my cheek. “I can untie you, and you can get dressed, and I can show you around while we wait for my brothers, or I can tie you to the bed upstairs, and you can wait for their return in darkness."
I'm still debating my answer when a key grinds in the lock.
It looks like the wait is over.
20
"Holy shit," a deep voice says as the sound of feet hitting the wood tells me Holden’s brothers are home.
"I told you that Holden wasn't the right one of us to go and pick up Connie. He's got her on her knees before we can make her feel at home," Karter says.
"This is how Connie feels at home," Holden says. "I was just giving her a choice."