Her eyes stay on me as she slowly raises her hands above her head, her back arching as she does, pushing her breasts toward me, inviting me to touch her.
Not yet—patience.
I walk to the head of the bed, where her arms are stretched. I continue to stare at her—to keep her focus on me. To keep her present with me. To notice any doubt or flickering back to him.
Her eyes stay locked on me with lust and desire.
Let’s see how much she really trusts me.
I reveal the tie I found in my closet and begin to tie her wrists together.
She freezes, and I think maybe I made the wrong decision. I don’t know all of her past. I don’t know if any man has ever tied her up or if she even likes this sort of thing. But my instincts told me she needs me to control her. She liked the other night when I spanked her, when I was rough with her. She liked it but didn’t want to admit it out loud.
But I could be wrong.
And if I’m wrong, I could ruin everything.
I study her closely as I continue to tie her wrists. I can see her pulse jumping wildly in her throat. Her eyes dilate with a twinkle of fear and doubt.
She’s not gone. She’s not with Kit. She’s not lost to some dark past.
I lean down and kiss that spot on her neck where I can see her pulse racing. “Trust me. I won’t hurt you. I won’t do anything you won’t enjoy. All you have to do is tell me to stop, and I will—at any time.” I kiss her again and watch her shiver, accepting my words.
“Please,” she whimpers. It’s not a plea to stop. It’s a plea to keep my promise, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
“I’ve got you.” I kiss her earlobe and tie her to my metal headboard. Then I step back, admiring her.
“So fucking hot.”
She blushes, shaking her head. “I’m a mess.”
I shake my head hungrily. “No, if you could see you how I see you, you’d realize how fucking incredible you are.”
She looks into my eyes and sees how badly I want her.
I inch up the bed, my hands gliding up her jeans until I reach the button. She licks her lips, waiting impatiently for me to remove her jeans.
But I milk my every move.
I undo the button.
Then the zipper.
Then I kiss her belly button sweetly, gently, torturously.
“You’re going to kill me,” she says, gasping at every little kiss.
“I’m going to kill us both.” I hook my hands into her jeans, and she lifts her hips as I pull until she’s left in nothing but a black thong.
“Please,” she purrs again.
I grin.
Tying her up was my best fucking decision. She can’t do anything but writhe and wiggle andbeg. I didn’t realize how hard her begging would make me.
I hook my fingers under the straps of her thong and yank them down next, wanting to see how fucking beautiful I know she is, wanting to see all of her. I ball up her panties, feeling the dampness there. She’s wet, but not wet enough for what I have planned next.
Then, my eyes return to her.