17
Patrena
After making me cum so hard I blew like an atom bomb, Tywin still hadn’t backed away. He inched his semi-hard dick from me and drew me into his tight embrace until I stopped shivering.
“Ty,” I sighed his name, unable to say the second syllable because I was grinning and high. “You sure know how to make me scream. Damn,” I whispered, awed by his skill level and how well he knew his way around my body.
“You okay?” he asked, fighting a grin. There was one thing I was sure about him that wouldn’t change, he would always make sure that I was okay.
“I’m great. Thanks for asking,” I voiced as casually as I could, knowing good and well this man had enough freak in him for the both of us.
“You know, Tywin, I figured you would have sex toys and items that matched your personality on hand.”
I fought back a contented smile that came from seeing him grin at my comment. He didn’t need any outside help, but if he got off on tying me up, I was ready to hand my wrists and ankles over whenever he wanted them.
His smile wasn’t something you labeled as casual because there was always something there hidden in the text of his subtle expression. I maintained eye contact, waiting.
“Most of my toys are at my place, but nothing major. There’re no fancy beds, cages, or tables, just a few handheld items to enhance the pleasure.” He ran a suggestive hand along my thigh before his gaze flew down and stopped at my tits.
The subtlety of his movements was heating me up and turning my breaths into steam. He eased all the way back before stepping away and giving me a full view of his body. I released a sigh, not even bothering to ask him what he was about to do. I was too distracted. My eyes drank him in, noticing the back of his body was as tempting as the front.
I caught another glimpse at his family crest that sat high on his back between the tops of his shoulder blades. Like my tattoo, it was no bigger than a silver dollar and resembled the shield of the Teutonic Knights. It had taken me a moment of staring at it to discern that a uniquely intricate letter V was woven over and through the shield.
He must have been getting a towel because he’d had me going like a sprinkler system. I hopped up on my weak elbows when he returned with a belt in his hands.
“What do you think you’re going to do with that belt?” I questioned while observing the way he wrapped it around one fist and yanked it with his other to make it snap loudly.
“Whatever you let me do with it.” His voice had grown deeper with the lust building and spilling into the air.
“Give it to me,” I demanded, reaching out for it.
The request made one of his brows lift and he hesitated, but eventually let one side of the belt drop and handed it to me with the hand he had wrapped it around.
“Now, you ask me the same question,” I commanded, while pulling the belt taunt between my fists.
“Oh. Shit,” he whispered.
The sight of me with that belt and the devilish shit running through my head appeared to turn him on more than I’d assumed it would. Matted hair, limp body, and unfocused gaze be damned. The realization that I was turning him on brought instant heat, recharging my hormones.
“What are you going to do with that belt, Patrena?”
I didn’t answer. I simply flashed a smile before I stood, took a step closer, and peered intensely into his gaze. With a wave of my finger, I called him down. He drew close enough for his breath to dance over me, and I reveled in the warmth.
“You didn’t think I would let you have all the fun, did you?” I whispered. “I want to know what it’s like to have my commands followed and surprise you with the clever little punishments I’d like to bless you with.”
His pupils were dilating before my eyes and the smile easing onto his face barely tilted his lips. He swallowed hard. His gazed dropped to my hand now pressing into his chest and nudging him back. He backed until he was standing inches from the wall.
Since I had the belt, he turned his wrists upward, assuming I would bind his wrists together. I shook my head in the negative before lifting the belt and looping it over his head. I was about to collar his sexy ass, saddle up, and ride him like the cowgirl I had always wanted to be.
Once I had the belt around his neck, I proceeded to buckling the front, not tight like a noose, but with enough play to grip it on either side. Since we weren’t going to need the hanging tail, I spun it so that it disappeared behind his back. His face was squinted in confusion about my intentions.
“From the first moment I climbed onto your back in those woods, all I could think about was climbing you again. You felt so fucking good against me that I had all sorts of sex dreams about climbing onto your body and taking what I wanted.”
My words were turning him on based on the way his dick had lifted a notch and appeared to be pointing at my pussy.
“Place your back against the wall,” I ordered, assisting him by pushing against his chest until he met the wall.
The man was a model sculpted from one of my wildest fantasies, wearing only his belt. The black leather of it gleamed against the light, waiting for me to grip it. Was this how it always was with someone you dreamed about fucking?