And as much as I strained to hear them, I couldn’t make out his footsteps outside the bathroom. Time stretched out into long minutes, and then, suddenly, I heard the the smallest catch of the door handle being pushed down. The hinges barely made a sound as they opened in, but I felt the air move against my wet skin.
I held my breath, waiting for Max to touch me, but again there was only silence. I could feel the level of the water circled around my breasts like a line, moving against me like a physical touch every time I breathed. Above the waterline, my skin was prickling with anticipation. What I craved was his touch.
His clothing rustled as he moved and all at once, his fingers trailed between my breasts, dipping into the water and rising up again to circle my tight nipples, one by one. All of my attention centred on them, as though all of the nerve endings in my body were focused in on their bullet-hard tips. My hands tightened on the sides of the bath and it took all my effort not to snap my eyes open to watch.
The wet, warmth of what could only have been his tongue circling my left nipple made me gasp out, and when his teeth grazed it, pressing together in a carefully controlled bite, I nearly died.
Something fabric unfurled next to my ear, and I shifted, momentarily concerned as he covered my eyes, tying a soft blindfold tight around my head. It smelled of him. Soft and smooth against my face. One of his ties maybe, or his old fashioned silk handwraps.
My smile curled in, as I realised he wasn’t leaving this to chance.
“Max..?”
He didn’t say a word, and I felt my arousal increase. I knew the feel of him, the taste of him, the way it felt when he touched me, and there was no way this was anyone but him. And God, I loved that he was playing with me, doing so much more than I’d suggested.
His hand stroked down the length of my belly, his rough fingertips searing a line down towards my throbbing sex and I groaned as he thrust his strong, blunt fingers into me. I was soft and slick and open and the warmth of the water felt so good, but his thrusting hand felt better. My thighs pressed together around his thick wrist, gripping onto him as I squirmed and he bore the heel of his hand down hard against my clit, giving me some resistance to press against as his fingers drove deeper into me. I arched my back sharply when he found the place inside me that turned everything perfect and hazy and impossibly hot, suddenly desperate for more of him.
“Oh, Max. Oh, God. Please.”
When he pulled his fingers out of me and I groaned at the loss, my body contracting, desperate to keep him in me. But I was at his mercy, I couldn’t do a thing.
He scooped me out of the tub, pulling me up out of the water with his hands under my arms so I had to scrabble to my feet. He lifted me with a hand around my hips and I realized he was naked when the tip of his cock seared an impossibly hot line along my belly. I tried to curl into him, shivering and wet out of the warmth of the water, but he held me back and I heard myself let out a plaintive whimper. God I wanted him more than I knew what to do with.
When I reached for him, he took my wrists in his grip. He was the only thing I had to stop myself from slipping on the tiles, and I leaned into his hold, my hands held together firmly above me. I tilted my head up, straining to see through the blindfold, but it was no use. The biting twinge of his firm hands clamped around my wrists felt so good.
“Is this what you wanted to do to me?” I whispered, arching into him as he lowered me down to the cold tiles, stretching my hands above me. “Kidnap me, take me prisoner.”
His heavy body sprawled over mine, and I wriggled, bucking up against the bruising press of his long, hard cock digging into my hip. I loved that I could barely move. That all I could do was wait for him to do exactly what he wanted.
“I’ve got you now. You’re all mine.”
He had another length of fabric, and I felt him wind it around my wrists, securing it to the lowest rung of the towel rail on the wall above my head, stretching me out across the floor.
I tugged against my restraints, smile growing. There was no way I was getting free without his say so, and I was so turned on by that.