Chapter Seven
She’d let herself fall. It was that simple. She’d been so strong, resisting him, pretending to remain angry over his hasty departure in her apartment. The truth had smacked her in the face the instant she’d entered his suite. She’d known the only reason she’d let him talk her into a nightcap was because she knew where it would lead and she’d wanted it to lead there.
Jackson’s fingers trailed over her nipples and she nearly came standing up. He moved around her until he was at her back, then he wrapped a length of the rope around her torso, just below her breasts. Grace grabbed his hand. “I’m not sure about this.”
He cupped her breast as he held the rope in place with the other hand. “Don’t be so suspicious, baby. You’ve known me a little over a year. I don’t hurt women.”
“But this is—”
“Different,” he inserted as he pinched her nipple. Grace arched her back, unable to contain the whimpers. “So pretty. So soft and pretty. Let yourself experience something different, Gracie. If you hate it, I’ll untie you.”
Grace still didn’t see the pleasure part of the whole binding thing, but Jackson seemed to think she’d enjoy it. Her sexual history wasn’t extensive, not by a long shot, but neither was it dull. She’d enjoyed playing in the bedroom. Still…bondage? She’d never even fantasized about having her breasts bound. Tied to the bed and being ravished by Jackson, now that was a fantasy she could sink her teeth into.
“You’re doing it again,” he whispered against her ear a second before nipping the lobe with his teeth. She felt the little sting clear to her clit. “Sometimes sex doesn’t make sense. There’s not always a reason as to why it feels good. I know what I’m doing. I’m not a novice here.”
When he slung both ends of the rope over her shoulders and they landed between her breasts, Grace clenched her hands at her sides to keep from yanking it away. Next Jackson ran both ends of the rope under her breasts, then brought them over her shoulders again. After he brought it around her once more, just above her breasts, creating a sort of crisscross harness with the rope, she started to understand why he wanted to do this with her. Her breasts were squeezed between the lengths of rope. It put them on display in a way she’d never seen. As Jackson tightened the rope, she had to clench her thighs together. Her pussy flooded with liquid warmth, and her breasts felt suddenly very swollen and sensitive. Jackson slid his thumb over one and her clit throbbed with need. “Oh, god,” she groaned.
“Is it too tight?”
She could barely talk, she was so far gone. “No,” she breathed out.
Jackson moved around to her front. He was so big, so powerful, she felt dwarfed next to him. Small and vulnerable. She eyed his heavy erection, and her temperature spiked higher. He was huge, bigger than any man she’d ever been with. Grace licked her lips as she imagined sucking the round, purplish head into her mouth, teasing him to completion with her tongue, swallowing his hot come.
“Just look at you, baby. Your pale skin and hard, berry nipples.” He plucked one, and her legs shook. “Are you sensitive? Do they need my mouth, pet?”
She nodded, unable to concentrate on anything besides the need to feel Jackson covering her breasts with his lips and tongue.
He took her by the hand and brought her to the bed, then instructed her to sit on the edge. He knelt between her thighs and, with their gazes locked, leaned forward and licked her nipple. Grace moaned and grasped his broad shoulders a second before he sucked the tip into his mouth.
“Jackson, oh, god, that feels…” She couldn’t put her feelings into words. There were no words to describe what Jackson was doing to her.
He hummed against her skin as he plucked at her other turgid peak. Her body arched, needing him to fill her, to take her down and slide into her aching pussy. It was crazy to want another person so much. Later, she’d worry about what that meant, for now she couldn’t think, could barely hang on for the ride.
Suddenly Jackson pulled his lips away. She desperately wanted to beg him to come back, but he cupped her mound and stroked her slit with his middle finger, causing her to sink into oblivion a little more.
“Your pussy is so wet, I could feed on you for hours, baby. Would you like that? Do you want me to tongue-fuck you?”
Her answer was to place her hand over his and push his finger inside her a little more. She spread her thighs wider, giving him better access to her aching cunt. Jackson reached around her body with his other hand, grabbed the rope harness and tugged, squeezing her breasts tighter. He dipped his head and licked a lazy circle around her nipple. Several torturous circles, and she started to plead. “Jackson, please, suck it.”
He leaned back, his eyes glittering silver pools in the dimly lit room. “Are you my pet?”
She knew what he wanted. Total submission. For Jackson, nothing else would do. “I’m your lover,” she answered, unwilling to give him more power over her than he had already.
He grinned. “Soon you’ll let me own you. You’ll beg for it.”
Nothing. Not a single smart ass retort. Of course, when his mouth fastened onto her nipple and his teeth grazed it lightly, she forgot all about one-upsmanship and let herself enjoy Jackson’s passion. He pushed her back on the bed and rose over her, his entire length pressed against her. As his mouth journeyed down her body, Grace dug her fingers into his hair. When he reached her pussy, Grace propped her feet on the mattress and spread herself open for him. A muscle in his jaw jumped wildly, and she heard him emit a low groan before dipping between her thighs and suckling her clit.
“Jackson,” she cried out, her fingers digging deeper, holding him against her.
Jackson wrapped his arms around her thighs and speared her entrance with his tongue. Her lower body shot off the bed.
“Touch your pretty tits, baby. Let me see you play with your sensitive little nipples while I eat this juicy cunt.”
Grace was well beyond denying him. She forced herself to release his head and cupped her breasts in both hands. Her nipples were so sensitive, even her own touch had her rioting out of control. Jackson’s intense gaze stayed on her as he lapped up her cream.
He was so close to coming, he could barely restrain himself. He wanted to be snug inside Grace’s slim, delicate body, pounding deep. He wanted her to remember this trip. Every time he looked at her, she’d remember the rope around her breasts, the teasing torture of his tongue inside her cunt, the way their bodies fit so perfectly together as he knew they would.
As she played with her nipples, driving them both crazy, Jackson suckled her clitoris. Her plump nether lips and the slippery slit between made him hungry. “If I don’t get more of that honey, I’ll surely die, Gracie.”