“Hayleigh. Look at me.”
Lifting her head, she met his gaze. His beard glistened with her juices, but he still managed to look intimidating and her little subbie heart trembled at the glare he was leveling at her. “Sir?” she whispered.
“Did I tell you that you had to stay still?”
“N-no, sir.”
“Then why are you fighting so hard to deny me the feeling of you going wild under me?”
“I just assumed.”
“Don’t. I will let you know what my expectations are. The only rules that matter here are the ones I’ve given you. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” His low growl sent a shiver straight up her spine.
When he lowered his head again, she let her hips jerk just a little at that flash of pleasure. It should have been easy to just let herself enjoy his attention, but old habits were harder to break than she’d realized.
Closing her eyes, she tried to clear her mind of the clutter and the noise. She focused on the waves of pleasure currently being inflicted on her. For the first time in as long as she could remember, she focused solely on letting herself feel. No rules, no restrictions. Just the unbearable need tightening her core.
Those tiny little jerks of her hips soon became wild thrashing, but he didn’t stop. He never once admonished her for moving too much or trying to control her own pleasure.
And when he finally sent her soaring, she screamed and bucked under him until she collapsed against the bed, panting and boneless.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised, trailing kisses up her tummy, over the swell of each breast, her neck, until he took her mouth in a sweet, tender kiss. “Let me get these cuffs off you.”
When she was free from the restraints, she grinned up at him. “My turn.”
Chapter 7
My turn.
How the hell did two little words have the power to bring up every single doubt and insecurity he’d ever had? “I can wait, jellybean. Why don’t we get some dessert and talk some more?”
Beneath him, she sighed and shook her head. “Connor, can I tell you something without you getting mad?”
“Of course.”
“You talk too damn much.”
The burst of laughter helped unravel the knots in his stomach. “I don’t think anyone has ever accused me of that before.”
“It’s true.” Placing her palm on his shoulder, she gave him a shove. When he rolled onto his back, she immediately climbed over him, straddling his hips. “I told you I wanted you to fuck me. And I am not leaving this bed until I get what I asked for. Sir,” she added primly, pink staining her cheeks.
It was tempting to tease her for being so bossy, but he was too relieved to see her letting her guard down to risk it just then. “I suppose I have no choice but to let you have your way with me, wench.”
“Arrr, matey!”
Running his hands up her side to her breasts, he rolled each of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “That was the worst pirate imitation I’ve ever heard.”
“Oh, hush.” Her eyes closed and her head fell back on a moan. “And stop trying to distract me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just enjoying the view.”
And what an amazing view it was. Full, heavy breasts tipped with light brown nipples. Wide, round hips a man could really hold onto while he drove into her.
Why was he stalling, again?