He shushed her and held her so tightly she couldn’t move. It was like being bound again, only warmer and more exciting. She could feel his cock through his jeans, hard as hell, as hard as her pussy was wet. His lips fastened over hers a second time, and this kiss was aggressive, full of all the animal attraction they’d denied just minutes ago. He delved a hand between her legs, grasping her pussy through her clothes. She stopped kissing him long enough to groan. Yes, this was what she needed.
“Do you have to tie me up again?” she asked, when he let her come up for air. “Do you have to tie me up to fuck me?”
“If I don’t tie you up, how will you know who’s in control?” He nibbled her bottom lip. “But I might do a less intricate tie this time. Holy fuck, all these clothes.”
He started undressing her. She helped for a moment, but then started undressing him instead, so their arms tangled as they wrestled with clothes.
“Ruby,” he kept murmuring. “Ruby, Ruby.”
She understood why, because she was thinking the same thing. Ethan, Ethan, I want you so badly. I’ve played intricate, beautiful music with you for years, but now this. This!
“Look,” he said, when she lay naked beneath him. “They’re still there.” He ran his fingers over the pale rope indentations, souvenirs of their earlier play. “You look so beautiful in rope, Ruby. So beautiful without it, too.”
She flushed at his words and took in his nakedness with wonder. Those powerful shoulders, that amazing chest, those abs, and…
“Oh my God,” she burst out. “Ethan, that’s your penis.”
He looked down, gripping it in his fist, a rough, masculine gesture. “Yeah. I’ve had it all along. All this time.”
“It’s magnificent.”
He smiled at her, then sucked in a breath when she gingerly touched the head. It was enormous. Very hard. Very beautiful.
“You can hold it if you want,” he said.
She wanted to do more than that. She leaned down to kiss it.
“Jesus, you’re trying to kill me. No, don’t stop. Please don’t stop. No, wait.” He took a moment to reach for the rope. “Okay. Go for it, beautiful girl.”
He didn’t have to tell her. She slid down the bed, fully obsessed with his cock now. After she licked around the head, she kissed up the entire impressive length, thinking Ethan, what in fucking hell have you been hiding in your pants!
While she gave his cock the attention it deserved, she felt him lift one of her wrists and circle it with rope, but it didn’t freak her out. It seemed like the natural next step between them. As she licked and moaned, he bound her wrists into tight rope handcuffs, punctuating each knot with a groan or sigh, or another accusation that she was trying to kill him.
When he finished with the cuffs, he guided her up to face him and stared into her eyes. The intensity of his gaze made her breath quake.
“I’m going to tie your wrists to the headboard now.” He wasn’t asking, he was telling. “I’m going to tie you to the bed, and then I’m going to fuck the hell out of you. Sound interesting?”
Words were failing her again. She finally got out a raspy “yes,” and a request that he use protection.
“Of course I will,” he assured her. “Now, lay your ass back on the bed, because I need to be inside you.”
She laid where he told her and raised her arms over her head, so he could loop the tails of the rope around the modern chrome headboard.
“This is practically a bondage bed,” he said as he worked. “Bless Miami.”
“There are bondage beds?” she asked. “I’m learning so much.”
Oh, she was learning every astounding thing, like how arresting Ethan could look when he was tying knots to attach her to the bed. When he had her bound the way he wanted, he knelt back to take a look.
“I’d love to leave you that way for an hour,” he said. “Just to look at you.”
She tugged at the wrist restraints, arching her back. “No, please.”
“Squirming makes it even better,” he warned, stroking her leg. “Even more tempting.”
“You can’t leave me like this. Don’t you fucking dare.”
He laughed and went for a condom. It seemed to take an eternity for him to put it on, but it was probably only ten seconds. He came to the bed and parted her legs with an authority that made her go wetter still.
“Do you want me? You want this?” he asked, the stupidest question ever. She was about to die.
“Yes, I want this,” she said. “Now.”
He reached to tap the rope. “Don’t forget who’s boss.”
She couldn’t possibly forget. He palmed his thick cock, positioning it at her entrance. A sensual movement of his hips, and he was pushing inside, and oh man. He felt so good, so big and powerful that she cried out his name.