It was no surprise that the fantasy hands I conjured up belonged to a person. They were attached to strong, tattooed arms. Broad shoulders, a muscled torso. Dark blond hair and azure eyes. A face that I would've recognized anywhere.
I reached up to touch his cheek, but he stopped me with a shake of his head.
Right. I needed permission to touch.
“Put your hands over your head.”
I obeyed.
Without taking his eyes off of me, he slowly stripped my clothes off. His fingertips brushed over my skin, leaving burning trails everywhere they touched. I wasn't entirely sure how he managed to get my clothes off while my hands were holding on to the headboard, but hey, it was my fantasy.
I slid my hands under my top and rolled my nipples between my fingers.
“Absolutely perfect,” he breathed as he lowered his head to my breasts.
I whimpered as he began to tease first one, and then the other, circling them with his tongue. When his mouth closed over them, I cried out. He sucked on one as his hand moved to the other. Pinpricks of pain went through me as he tugged and pulled on my nipple, twisting even as his teeth dug into my other one.
My nails bit into my flesh as I played with my nipples. I didn't like a lot of pain, but at the moment, I needed something to take me out of my head. Tanner could've done it better, but that wasn't an option anymore. I had to take care of myself.
His hand came down on my bare ass again, and I squirmed, torn between wanting to get away from the sting, and wanting to get more of it. He spanked me again.
“Such a pretty shade of pink,” he murmured. His fingers dipped between my legs and I gasped. “You're wet, sweetheart.”
I flushed but nodded. He was right. I could feel the moisture on my thighs. His fingers brushed against me again, and I tried to move toward him, desperate for more. I needed him inside me, needed him to quench the desperate ache.
I ran a hand down my stomach and underneath my panties. I was wet, and I knew it was more because of who I was thinking about than because of what my hands were doing.
I tugged against the ropes keeping my arms and legs restrained. They were tight enough that I wouldn't be able to move, but not so tight that I'd lose circulation or be in danger of actually being hurt. Or, rather, I would've been fine if I hadn't been struggling so much that my wrists were chafed.
He crawled up the bed, the strong grace of his body not diminished by the scars that twisted his skin. The look in his eyes made me shiver. It was the sort of predatory look that prey saw moments before it was devoured. For a brief moment, I saw the dangerous soldier he'd been, and then he was leaning over me to take my mouth.
I thought he'd take me then too. He'd already been torturing me with his mouth, licking me until I screamed. My throat was as raw as my wrists. He'd taken me to the edge but backed off every time before I went over. My entire body was one giant, trembling nerve. I needed to come.
I slid a finger into my pussy and pressed the heel of my hand against my clit. A shiver of pleasure went through me.
He set his knees on either side of my head and brushed his thumb against the corner of my mouth.
“Open up, baby.”
I did as I was told, and his cock slipped between my lips. The taste of him burst across my tongue and my fingers flexed, eager to touch him. The ties around my wrists twinged the sensitive skin, but it didn't stop me from pulling at them. I wanted to feel his muscles flexing under my hands while he fucked my mouth.
He started slow at first, giving me the chance to enjoy the weight of him, to use my tongue to tease him. Then he moved faster, and I had to work just to keep myself from gagging. But it didn't make him slow down. He kept the slow, steady pace, pushing me a bit further each time until my nose brushed against his stomach.
I moaned at the thought of him in my mouth, in my throat. I'd seen him naked more the once – the last of which hadn't even been in the hospital – but I knew it wouldn't be the same as seeing him hard and wanting me.
A second finger joined the first, but it wasn't even close to what I knew X would be able to do to me. For me.
His hand twisted in my hair, yanking my head back as he thrust into me. His free hand came down on my ass, punctuating each stroke. Pain and pleasure mingled, running across my nerves until my muscles quivered. My breasts swayed as he drove into me, and my arms threatened to buckle.
“Don't come yet,” he said, his voice rough. “If you come before I give you permission, I'll have to punish you.”
I shuddered, though I couldn't tell if it was because I was trying to stop myself from coming, or because I wanted him to punish me. He'd done it before, and each time had ended in some of the hardest orgasms I'd ever had.
He'd become quite talented with a flogger and a crop, knowing how to use each one perfectly on every part of my body, whether to extract pain or pleasure. He also knew to use his fingers in my cunt, in my ass, to push me to the very limits.