“A brother. I don’t see him either,” he says, since he knows that’s my next question.
My lips turn down and I lay my face against his chest, looking up at him. “That’s sad. You don’t have any family around here?”
“Not anymore,” he says, simply.
I’m planning to ask many more questions, but Sin must sense that. All of a sudden he’s moving, pushing me off his body and onto my back. My heart does a somersault in my chest cavity, then sinks down into my stomach as he climbs on top of me.
Oh, my God, is he still going to fuck me? I’m not sure. He uses his knees to nudge my legs apart and plant himself between them, then leans over and opens the bedside drawer.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my gaze tentative as he grabs my cuffs.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” he asks, as he places my wrist in the first padded cuff and clicks it shut.
“Are you cuffing me so we can play, or so we can sleep?”
It doesn’t seem like he’s going to answer me. I watch as he checks to make sure my right cuff is secure, then chains me to the bed. Then he puts the second cuff on my left wrist and climbs back over to his side, yanking up the drop-rail over there.
“Um, Sin?”
He looks down at me, seeing how uneasy I am as he stretches my arm out to attach my left wrist to the other bar. “Do you trust me?” he asks, simply.
I swallow, torn on what to say. On one hand, I want to say yes. I must trust him, because I’ve let him put me in vulnerable situations like this before, and I just had his dick in my mouth. While I know that’s not a big deal to some people, I’m not super casual about it. I wouldn’t be going down on a man I didn’t trust to at least some degree, right? I don’t pass out blow jobs like strings of beads at Mardi Gras.
I settle for a not-completely-confident, “I think so.”
Sin smirks, looking at the cuff as he gives it a good yank to ensure it is secure. “Good answer.”
Those scarred, sexy hands of his grip my hips and he lowers himself between my spread legs. Oh, God, is he…?
He is. I can scarcely breathe as Sin gazes up at me before pressing his lips against the inside of my thigh. Overcome with a sudden bout of shyness, I shake my head vigorously. “You don’t have to do that.”
Ignoring me, he presses his lips even higher. I can’t help trying to pull away, so his grip on my hips tightens. Flicking a glance up at me, his tone hard, he says, “Stop.”
My racing heart drops. “Stop?”
“Stop trying to get away from me. I’ll tie your ankles, too, if you keep it up.”
That shouldn’t send a flurry of lust coursing through me, but it does.
Almost casually, he asks, “Are you going to fight me if I fuck you, too?”
My heart is always sinking when this man talks, I swear. “If you fuck me?”
His lips curve up with amusement. “Yeah.” He kisses a little higher up my thigh, then meets my gaze again. “If I fuck you.”
His mouth hasn’t even touched my pussy yet, and already it’s throbbing with desire for him. He conjures the scariest, sexiest mental images. He makes me feel the scariest, sexiest things. “Would you still do it?” I ask.
“Would I still fuck you if you fought me? Probably.” His delivery is so casual that I want to press for details, but then he presses his mouth against my pussy and my mind explodes in a blinding white explosion of arousal. I throw my head back into the pillows as he drags his tongue over me. I yank at the chains, but the way he secured and positioned me, I’m trapped. Stretched tight, like I’m a real prisoner. No slack for comfort, tied up and at his mercy, all the control stripped from me.
A ribbon of fear unfurls as it occurs to me this could be legitimately dangerous. Right now we’re playing
, but this could easily shift. What if I panicked and wanted out? There’s no out. There’s no give in the chains. The cuffs are locked. I have only the use of my lower body, and he’s capable of overpowering my whole body, so I wouldn’t stand a chance.
Rafe wouldn’t have left me here with him if I had anything to actually worry about, right? He told me to be careful with Sin, but he didn’t expand upon the vague warning. Despite my wish to stay here, if he thought Sin might actually hurt me, surely Rafe would have made me leave with him instead of just offering.
“Should we have a safe word?” I ask.
Sin shakes his head, his tongue moving along the edge of my folds. Fuck, it’s hard to concentrate when he does that. I’m torn between wanting to be responsible, and wanting to say fuck it, please, please push that perfect tongue inside me.