Twenty-Eight
Savannah
My boobs wouldn’t stopjiggling. Every heavily-panted breath, every time I moved to undress, when I laid my clothes out as flat as I could, everything I did made me hyper aware of their jiggle.
I was even more hyper aware of Aidan who was watching me, his necktie in his hands. Didn’t take Einstein to figure out what he was going to do with that, and I was so beyond down for it, for everything and anything he wanted to do to me.
I’d had good sex in my time, but kind of bland. Vanilla. I had a feeling that the devious flames that fanned to life behind Aidan’s eyes were just the start of what was to come.
When I was totally naked apart from the bandage around my leg and the one on my wrist, I turned to him and deciding to be smart, I held out my arms for him to bind. He arched a brow at me though, and stepped closer, the necktie still in his hand but he moved so that all of my backside was exposed to his clothes.
His heat.
His strength.
God, he was like a furnace and it felt so good because it was cold in here. While my nipples were already budding into tight peaks, it had nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with the man, and he hadn’t even touched me yet.
Shivering, I waited for him to make his next move, but I could never have anticipated what he did.
Looping the necktie around my waist, at the smallest part, he made a knot that proved he’d gone sailing at some point in his life and that I hadn’t, because it held fast, adjusting as he slipped the flap down between my legs.
I yelped when the silk brushed my pussy and then it tunneled between my asscheeks as he hauled the fabric straight up and had it acting as a thong, before he looped the remaining length into another knot.
"I could have just kept my G-string on," I complained breathily, but as I moved, I felt the difference.
When I shifted, the knots adjusted, tightening, always tightening, never loosening. I could even feel a slight compression around my waist that made me feel slightly breathless.
The necktie was pulled so taut that there was no give either, and I squirmed against the compression, even though that felt both better and worse.
"You can squirm all you want. I’ll even let you get off that way if you can." There was a shrug in his voice. "You need to apologize to me, Savannah. I need a good apology so that I’ll forget that you pissed me off by disobeying." His hand reached up and curved around my loose-swinging hair. He gathered it around his wrist then tugged my head back. As he did, he brushed his lips against the curve of my jaw, and breathed, "Do you think you can do that?"
I gasped as he tugged on my hair hard enough to hurt and when I squirmed some more, I felt it like a jolt to the pussy. "Y-Yes, I know I can do that."
"Good." He let his fingers tangle with my necklace. "What’s this?"
"My dad bought it for me after Teabag died."
He sighed and pressed a kiss to my temple. "I wanted so bad to come to you when she died." I felt his remorse, but I didn’t necessarily forgive him for not helping me through that time.
"I wish you had," I rasped, tilting my head back so that I could peer at him.
I didn't want to get upset, so I reached up and nipped his chin, which, because he knew me so well, had a knowing, but understanding look drifting into his eyes, and it prompted him to drop his hand so he could squeeze one of my tits.
"Fuck, these are so juicy. If I were okay with some son of a bitch seeing these, I’d ask you to get them pierced." I squirmed some more. "You like the idea of that, huh?"
"Maybe," I whispered shakily.
His tongue trailed along the length of my jaw. "You’re an O’Donnelly’s woman now, Savannah. I don’t think you know what that means."
Shakily, I let my head fall back against his shoulder. "Tell me."
The fingers that had been toying with my nipple dropped down to between my thighs. When he patted me there, I moaned.
"This belongs to me. No fucker else. Everything that is you is mine." He nipped my jaw. "If you have a gynecologist that’s a guy, you need to change that. I don’t want a woman touching you, never mind a fucking man."
I gulped. "That’s irrational."
"That comes as a surprise?"