She swallowed to moisten her suddenly dry mouth. Her pulse raced, and her nipples pebbled. His warm
breath caressed the side of her face. “Will you let me have the control? Let me use that delectable body to fulfill my needs? I promise you’ll love every minute of it.” He tugged her hair gently, and she yelped. Liquid heat flooded her underwear. Her chest heaved. She struggled to take in more air. The silence turned to tension, and she sat stock-still, eager for his next move. “What do you say, Demi?” He nipped her neck hard. “Yes or no?”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to make you crave me.” The rough tone made her gasp. Heat flooded her cheeks and moved down her body. He appeared on the passenger side and opened the door with their bags in his hands before she could get a hold on her emotions. A part of her wanted this desperately. Her mind swirled with visions of her at his mercy, his big hands holding her down as he administered sweet torture with his mouth. He moved in, unbuckled her seat belt, and guided her out of the car and into her house. The door shut behind him, their bags hit the floor, and he pinned her to the frame. Keys clattered to the floor, and he ran his fingers up her arms, raising them above her head. Gripped in one of his large hands, they rested against the door. Captivated and held down, she felt like a sexy sacrifice.
“I don’t know what to do first.” The hunger in his gaze stole her breath. He trailed his fingertips down her neck, and her body tightened. All of her senses strained to experience everything he had to offer.
“Your eyes are fucking liquid velvet right now. It makes me hard knowing I do that to you.” He wrapped his fingers around her neck, tracing the sensitive flesh of her voice box with his thumb. The unusual pressure tied her stomach up in knots. Anticipation blossomed. If he increased the pressure, her breathing would be hindered. Does he like it that rough?
“Before we play I want to set some ground rules. Red’s for stop, and yellow for slow down. Can you remember that?”
“Yes,” she said, almost unable to recognize her meek voice.
“Oh, baby, you’ve needed this for a long time, I think. Look at how beautifully you submit to my will. Because you know I’ll never push you past your breaking point, don’t you?” He paused in midstroke, and their gazes caught and held. Unable to speak around the lump in her throat, she nodded.
“Good girl.” He stepped back. “Take off your shirt for me. I want to see you peel away your layers and bare yourself.” His words were full of sin, sex, and double edges. He wanted her to open everything: body, heart, mind. Her fingers shook as she gripped the edge of her shirt and pulled it over her head. A hunger for closeness and the relief of the burden she carried around on a daily basis rushed up to the surface. Water distorted her view. She sensed Pierce hesitate.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she said.
He chuckled. “If you want to continue, the rest of your clothes have to go.”
The intimacy of revealing herself to him out in the open in the midafternoon sun shook her to the core. Naked, she did her best not to fidget.
“So beautiful, Demi. All curves and soft places to welcome my planes. Turn around and put your hands on the door above your head.”
Her breath hitched as she complied. Unable to see anything, she strained to hear. He ran his hand down her back to her ass, massaging her globes.
“Spread your legs. That’s it.” His magic fingers moved to her upper thighs, and she trembled as he teased her with his almost touch on the needy place that wept. Her swollen breasts pressed into the cool door. The contrasts and Pierce’s wicked teasing made her moan.
“You ready to feel my fingers in your most delicate place?” The lyrical words drugged her senses further.
“God, Pierce.”
He ran a finger down her slippery lips and circled her swollen nub. She bucked her hips, and he eased inside her walls. She flexed, gripping him tight as she allowed herself to simply feel.
“So sexy the way you take me inside you.” His rhythm and praise were like a dark sensual swirl of chocolate, decadent and pleasurable as sensations spiraled their way through her. She wrestled the urge to move against him down, terrified he’d stop. He circled her walls, and she let her head fall back as she screamed.
“That’s what I wanted to hear. So close I can feel it. Ride my fingers until you come.” Like a runner in the last lap, she moved at top speed, greedy to make the finish. A few rocks later, she clamped down on him and cried out as she convulsed. Her legs turned to mush, and she slumped against the door. He wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her upright.
“You did so good, baby.” He peppered kisses on her back. “But I’m nowhere done with you yet.” He grabbed his bag, and scooped her up into his arms, carrying her bridal-style to her bedroom. In and out of lucidity, she coasted the blissful afterglow that had wrapped her in its arms.
He laid her on his king-size bed and ran his hands up her legs, giving her a gentle massage that did nothing to help her languish.
“You ready to be tied up now, baby?”
“Mmmhmm.” She forced her eyelids open.
“I want to try something with you. It’s unconventional, but I think you’ll enjoy it as much as I do.” He moved away and walked over to his bag. She heard the slide of the zipper followed by rustling, and he reappeared with a scarlet rope in his hand.
“Pierce?”
“Do you know what these are?” He trailed the soft material between her cleavage.
“Bondage ropes?”
“Very good, beautiful. The art of bondage is called Shibari. I like to see skin encased in a pretty intricate pattern on the flesh that heightens both our arousals. I’ve dreamed of seeing this scarlet against you for so long. Will you allow me the honor of demonstrating now?”