Bewitch(19)

First, she needed him naked. She pushed his jeans and underwear down to his knees, bending over in front of him. He gave a desperate growl and she glanced up at him. Mother earth, he looked ready to devour her as he stared at her bottom. She removed his boots, letting him stare, wriggling her backside to tease him, and then his jeans, and stepped back to appraise her work.
Payne, naked and bound. Delicious.
He raked hot eyes over her, narrowing them on her breasts and hips. His cock bobbed.
Elissa smiled wickedly. She turned her back on him and bent over, ripping a low growl from him. He thrust his hips, his eyes on her backside. Did he want to nestle his cock between her buttocks? Elissa wasn’t sure but she wanted it, so she straightened, tottered towards him on her heels, and turned her back to him once more. She leaned her back against his front and writhed up and down, teasing him with the contact. He strained again, struggling to get his arms free of the enchanted rope.
He stopped when she bent forwards, presenting herself to him, and rubbed herself up and down the length of his rigid cock. He stared down at where they touched, a desperate look on his face. It was wrong of her, but that lost, wild look satisfied her. She worked her body against his, feeling herself growing wetter with need. Payne dipped his hips and joined her, thrusting the length of his erection along her, hitting her in all the right places. Gods, she wanted more. She wanted him to touch her, but she didn’t want to undo his wrists.
He snarled when she pulled away and fixed her with a glare. Not quite the submissive he had promised he would be. She would have to fix that.
How?
For starters, he definitely shouldn’t be towering over her. Someone submitting should be lower than she was. She grabbed his shoulders and shoved him to his knees. He looked shocked and then aroused. His cock pulsed again, eagerly jutting out from sandy curls. He splayed his knees, giving her a better view of his body, and looked up at her. Sweet heavens. She had never seen such a naughty sight.
Her groin throbbed in response and wicked scenarios flooded her mind.
Elissa commanded the rope. It unwound from his forearms but left his wrists bound, and floated over his shoulder to her. She grabbed the end of it and shook as she raised her leg. She wanted to see his body as tight as a bowstring again. Her heart hammered in her throat. She pressed her foot to his chest.
Payne stared up at her, handsome and wild, a dangerous male at her command. It thrilled her. She worked her foot upwards until the pointed toe of her boot was against his chin and she was forcing his head back. Every muscle on his torso tensed and his eyes swirled bright gold and blue, the incubus side he tried so hard to deny shining through.
Elissa grazed the heel of her stiletto down his throat and he groaned. A ripple of pleasure flowed through her and she could feel it in him too. It seemed Payne was enjoying this. She hoped it stayed that way.
She cleared her throat to find her voice and then whispered, “Kiss my boot.”
He didn’t hesitate. A jolt of pleasure rocked her.
She shoved the tip of her boot under his chin and forced his head back again.
“Look at me,” she commanded and he did, his eyes hooded and dark with passion. “You’re beautiful... I want to lick you all over and kiss every delicious inch of you. Would you like that?”
His answer was a strained moan.
Elissa lowered her foot and looped the rope around his neck, forming a leash. She tugged it tight and raised it, forcing him to keep his eyes on her. “Do you like my outfit?”
He groaned again. The blue in his eyes was shining now. “I do.”
“You have to tell me more than that. What do you want to do with me when you look at me?” She trembled now, excited but nervous about what he might say.
He spoke, his voice low and sultry, feeding her imagination and relaying his desire. “I want to run my hands up the insides of your thighs and spread your legs to reveal you to my eyes. I want to pleasure you until you draw close and then bury my cock in you, pin you to that wall and take you so hard you will never forget this night... and when you’ve come, I’ll take you again and again until you’re begging me to stop. I want to ruin you.”
Mother earth, was it wrong of her to want this powerful male to do that to her? The thought of Payne stamping his name on her body had her shaking with need, wet with desire to let him do just that. She was on fire inside, burning to know everything he had just detailed.
Elissa breathed hard, struggling to calm herself enough to speak.
“Do you know what I want to do to you?” she whispered and his eyes darkened again, pupils gobbling up his irises. She stared down into his eyes, clutching the rope, towering over him. “I want to use this rope to bind you to the wall, your legs and arms splayed across it, rendering you helpless.”