“What would you call it?”
“Torture.”
I could feel him grin as he kissed up the back of my thigh. His palms cupped my ass, kneading them hard as he licked my skin, tasting my flesh and tormenting my body.
One hand moved in between my legs, and I cried out when he slipped a finger inside my pussy. I was on the verge of self-combusting, the sound of my wetness lapping against his palm pulling the tension in the air even tighter, and I was sure I’d come if he had to touch my clit. One touch and I’d trip over the edge.
“Jesus Christ, Sienna. Your cunt is so wet. It’s practically gushing down your thighs.” His hand was gone, and I wanted to fucking scream, beg and curse as he straightened behind me.
With his hands on my hips, he moved us to the side, to the top of the sawhorse straight in front of me. “Bend forward and place your forehead on the timber.” With his palm against the arch of my back, he forced my upper body down.
My first instinct was to ask why, but I bit my tongue, letting the uncertainty of the unknown intensify the thrill. The element of surprise, the excitement of being entirely at his mercy felt…insanely exhilarating.
I leaned forward, the hard edge of wood rough against my forehead. My pulse raced, and my lips parted—fear and anticipation fused together to create something I had never felt before…a craving to let go of control.
“Good girl,” he murmured, and it felt so fucking good to know my actions pleased him. “Give me your arms.”
“What are you doing?”
He took both my wrists and twisted my arms behind my back, tying it with a bungee cord. The woven cotton was rough on my skin, and it would hurt if I tried to fight against my bound.
“You know you don’t have to tie me up to fuck me.”
“Oh yes…I do.”
I moved my hips from side to side, embracing the kink and playing my part.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re trying to tease me.”
“Maybe.”
“Well, don’t. You don’t want to tease a man whose self-control is already hanging by a thread. Now, spread your legs.”
He moved in behind me as I inched my legs further apart.
“Wider.”
I did as he said, spreading my thighs wide, and held my breath as he tied my knees to the legs of the sawhorse. The only way I could move was to push my hips back, just a bit.
“If only you could see yourself through my eyes right now. Your bare cunt blossoming just for me.”
“Then why you don’t come and claim it?”
“Not yet.”
Fuck. I wish I could see him. I wanted to see his face while he watched me. I wanted to see the look in his eyes as he stared at my pussy—spread open and wet with invitation. Was he feeling the exact same things I was?
Excitement.
Anticipation.
Lust.
Motherfucking impatience.
“Are you scared right now, Sienna?”
“No. Maybe.” I wasn’t sure what I felt. All I knew was that whatever it was, the excitement and my need for this man were far stronger.