d back. “I think it’s time we take this back to the room.”
“Shit.” He glanced up, exhaled, and opened the passenger door. She stepped up into the vehicle, rubbing her hands together as she thought of all the fun to be had on the fifteen-minute drive. Careful to keep her hands in her lap, she bided her time until they were on the road.
“Pierce. Do I get total control?” she whispered.
He swallowed. “Yes.”
“Keep your eyes on the road and your hands steady.” She unbuckled her seat belt and leaned over the console to unbutton his jeans and free his swollen cock.
“Demi.” His voice cracked.
“Oh, you did like what I did to you.” She gripped his base and took him in her mouth. Talk’s overrated. His muscles locked as she took him deep and retreated, almost pulling free as she twisted her hand around him. He grew larger, stretching to his full ten-inch glory. His hips moved in time to her rhythm, and she squeezed him harder, earning a throaty moan.
“Shit, we’re close to the inn.”
She lifted her head, giving him a few final pumps before she released him and tucked him back into his boxers, carefully adjusting him before she zipped him back up. His knuckles were white where they gripped the steering wheel; his jaw looked made of steel, and his body was stiff as a board. A surge of power filled her. I did that. They went through the motions of exiting the car and returning to their room as if nothing had happened. The hotel door closed behind them, and she flicked on the light and smirked.
“Strip, baby. I want you in nothing but your boxers.”
He nodded and swallowed. The nervousness bled into his eyes.
“It’s just you and me. I won’t push you any further than you’re ready to go. No judgment in our space.”
“Our space?” A wide-mouth grin broke out, chasing away his moment of fear.
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, are you happy?”
“For now.”
“Good.” She smacked his ass. “Now go do my bidding. I’m in charge tonight.”
“You like that far too much.”
She winked and slipped off her shoes, stripping down to her skivvies.
“Now what?” Pierce stood in front of her in a pair of navy boxer briefs.
“Lie down on the bed. We’ll start small, just your wrists.”
“You plan on doing this again?” He arched an eyebrow.
“Just leaving my options open.”
“Mmhmm.” He gave her a skeptical glance but did as she asked. She walked over to her bag and dug out her softest set of scarves.
“You sure you ready for this, lover?”
He glanced down at his tented boxers. “More than you know.”
“I think I can figure it out.” She sashayed to the bed and trailed her nails up his belly to his chest. With the other hand, she trailed the cloth over his skin. He shivered. “I like seeing this new side of you. Almost soft and a bit vulnerable.” She dragged the lightweight material up his arms and took his hand, lashing it to the headboard.
“How does that feel?” She tugged at the knot, testing the tightness.
“G-good.” His voice wavered, and his eyes looked unfocused.
A few minutes later, he was spread-eagle on the bed with both wrists restrained.
“Where should I start? So much beautiful skin to explore.” She bent down and flicked his nipple, pinching its twin. His hips shot off the bed, and she chuckled. “Like that, huh?” She added teeth, and he moaned.