One day, he’d give her everything, but right now, he focused on what he could provide: pleasure.
He took the zipper further down and was reminded of her lack of underwear—a memory that brought his dick raging back to attention. Dropping the skirt at her ankles, he crouched down and picked up her left foot, then her right, helping her out of her heels.
She was so compliant, her hands on the counter, trusting him as he traveled back up her body, his hands and mouth exploring every muscle, curve, and dip. He got to that beautiful ass and gently bit it, slapping it gently with his other hand as he lifted away from her and stood. “Go get on the bed. Bedroom is to the left. On your back.”
She turned, her eyes meeting his for a moment, and she crooked one brow in what appeared to be a challenge. “Yes, sir,” she mocked.
The meek accountant he’d spent three years yearning for had flown away in the gusts of the storm. This woman was a bigger, bolder version of her. Sexual in ways he had only fantasized about, with confidence that made his dick stand at attention. He’d always envisioned a slow seduction of Stephanie Wilson, complete with baby steps into bed, slow love-making that took years to progress into everything that turned him on.
He had been wrong, and he’d never been so happy to misread tells in his life.
He reached into the pocket of his dress slacks. Wrapping his hand around the handcuffs, he brought them out and set them on the counter.
5
STEPHANIE
I was crawling onto the bed when he entered the room, now completely naked. Somehow, his dick seemed even bigger, and I swallowed as I moved back onto the giant white bed, remembering what he had said to me. I don’t typically use all of it. How much of a wanton slut was I that I wanted him to use all of it? I mean, what was the point of having all of that and not using all of it?
He stopped at the end of the bed. Behind him, the bathroom light was on, the silhouette of his body enhancing every muscle in his frame yet hiding his face from me. What was he thinking? I sat on my knees and crossed my hands over my breasts, suddenly nervous.
“I have another bet for you.” His hand moved forward and he tossed two dice on the bed. They rolled along the mattress and stopped.
“What kind of bet?”
“I still have a third kiss to collect from you. Roll under a six, and I get to do it with these on you.” He tossed a second item on the bed and I leaned forward, the gleam of the metal doing something twisted in my stomach. I picked up the handcuffs, sliding my hand into one and tugging at the chain, feeling the bite of the metal into my wrist.
“And what if I roll over a six?”
I saw a grin cross over his features, a hint of white teeth visible in the dark. “Then you can put them on me and use that kiss however you like.”
“Hmm…” I picked up the dice and considered the game. “And if I don’t want to play?”
He put one knee on the bed, then another, crawling toward me. It was an incredibly erotic picture, one of pure masculine prowess as he came closer, then crawled over me, pulling my feet out from under me and laying me down on the mattress. His skin was hot, and I curled around him, anxious for the contact, my hands skimming over his muscles, grabbing at his ass, and then finding and wrapping around his cock. He panted my name as I squeezed his stiff shaft, his mouth skimming over my neck and he kissed the hollow of my neck before moving higher and growling in my ear. “Easy…” He gently tugged at my earlobe with his teeth. “You don’t know what that is doing to me.”
I could guess. I could feel the twitch of his cock, the way it was thickening even more.
He pushed a little off of me, sitting back and repositioning my legs so that I was open to him, the back of my thighs against the front of his, his dick heavy on my stomach. I reached for it, and he sternly batted me away.
“It’s so big,” I murmured.
“And it’s all yours,” he promised. “But first…” He scooped up the dice and shook them in his hand. “Do you want to play?”
* * *
Did I want to play? My last sexual encounter lasted three minutes on the couch of my ex’s living room. He belched, then rolled aside and increased the volume on the tv. Prior to him, I’d had two forgettable encounters at LSU, neither of which progressed past third base. The minute I came on Tripp’s fingers in the bar, I was ready to handcuff myself to his bed, pledge eternal loyalty to his cock, and become his sex slave for life.