Pulling away, he hooks his fingers into either strap of my dress and pushes the material down my body. I stand still, letting it fall on my heels. Taking my hand, he pulls me forward to step out of it, and my body pushes into his. I can feel how hard he is, making my heart race. We’ve had sex at least ten times since that first night a week ago, and it doesn’t hurt anymore. Sore, yes, but it’s not painful. It’s turned into a dull ache, a need that only he can fulfill.
He pushes his hands into my thong, and it too falls down my shaky legs. “You will leave your heels on,” he informs me.
I nod. “Okay.” I’d agree to just about anything right now.
Grabbing my hand, he leads me over to the large bed that sits in the middle of the room. “Crawl onto the bed, facing the footboard.” He slaps my ass at the command, and I yelp at the sting it leaves.
He goes to the end of the bed while I sit on my knees, facing him. There’s a tall wooden-looking footboard that has three holes in it. He unlocks it, pulling it up. “Come here.” He gestures with his free hand to move forward.
Swallowing nervously, I scoot closer to him. “A hand through each hole. Your head through the middle.”
My heart races, and I pause for a second, my eyes meeting his stare. He arches a brow as if to ask if I have the balls to do as he says or am I going to back out. Taking a deep breath, I bend over, placing my arms through the holes on either side of the one for my neck. He reaches up and brushes the hair off my back to hang off the side of my face before closing the top half down, and I look over to see him lock it in place.
I shift on my knees to try and ease the ache between my legs.
Without saying anything, he walks out of sight, and I try to follow him, but the way I’m bent over, I’m forced to stare at the floor. The back of my head hits the footboard, making it impossible to lift my head all the way up.
I can’t hear anything over my heavy breathing and blood rushing in my ears. I try to pull my arm free, but the holes are too small. He’s got me secured, and I shift on my knees, whimpering.
“I haven’t even started yet, gorgeous,” I close my eyes as I feel my pussy clench. Goddamn. Just his voice makes me want to come.
The bed dips behind me, and I go to close my legs, but he slaps the inside of my thigh. “Keep them wide open.”
“Dillan.” His name is breathless. My head hangs over, and my hair covers most of my face. “Please.”
He doesn’t say anything. Instead, I feel something wrap around my right ankle. Then he spreads my legs farther apart, making my ass lower a little and my back arch more. I bite my bottom lip to keep from crying out as he stretches my body to the point it’s painful. Something wraps around my other ankle, and I am no longer able to move my legs. I’m completely immobile.
My breath hitches when I feel his fingers run over my pussy, smearing the wetness before shoving a finger into me. I try to push my body back against him, but I can’t. I fist my hands in frustration.
He chuckles at my impatience. “So greedy. I like it.”
“Please?” I beg, fighting against the footboard.
“You’re so wet, Mia.” His fingers enter me again, and I whimper when he starts fucking me with them. But they’re gone too soon.
“Dillan,” I growl. I didn’t know he was going to torture me.
“Yes, gorgeous?” I can hear the laughter in his tone.
“Fuck me,” I demand breathlessly, not caring how desperate I sound or how my body is spread wide open for him to see.
BONES
I GET UP off the bed and shrug off my suit jacket, then rip my tie from my button-up. I take my time undoing my cuff links, my eyes devouring her secured to the bed. She’s naked except for her heels. I placed her ankles in leather cuffs secured by straps connected on either side of the bed, keeping her legs wide open for me.
Whimpers and moans of frustration come from her perfect lips while she fights the position I put her in. I’ve always needed control in and out of the bedroom. And she is handing her body over to me however I want it. Only an idiot would pass that up.
My button-up falls from my shoulders, and I crawl back onto the bed. I lie on my back and slide my head between her legs so her pussy is right in front of my face. She’s soaked and begging for me to take it. I wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her down onto my face. The sound of her crying out at the new position only makes me smile.