Bound to Please(98)

He sat on the bed and she pushed him onto his back. She smiled. It must be absolute torture for him to let go like this, but he was doing it. Doing it for her. Straddling him, she sat on his cock, her pussy aching as she rubbed against him through her underwear and his boxers. She pulled his arms above his head and pinned him like he had done to her their first night together. “Are you mine tonight?” she asked, repeating what he’d asked her so many times.

He nodded.

She stretched his arms as she slid her pussy down his cock, using his erection as a hard tool on which to rub her clit.

“Say it,” she said. “Say you’re mine.”

“Ruby, baby. I’m yours.”

“Good. Now, stay here. I’ll be right back. I want you to get undressed and lay in the middle of the bed.” The words sounded funny coming out of her mouth, but she shoved her self-consciousness away.

He nodded again, his eyes darker than she’d ever seen them.

As she flitted around the hotel room, collecting the things she needed, his words rang in her ears. He’s really going to let me do this. He wants me to do this.

She went into the bathroom and shut the door, organizing the items she’d collected. When she looked up, she saw a different woman in the mirror. There was an uninhibited air about her that had been missing before. Her hair was a mess and she didn’t care. She was wearing a G-string and a frivolous bra. She had a man at her disposal. Who was this woman?

It was her.

Smiling, she opened the door, just a crack. Without looking inside the bedroom, she called out, “Close your eyes. Are they closed?”

“Yes.” His voice sounded tight, gravelly. Oh, yeah. This must be downright torturous for him.

And it was about to get worse.

She entered the bedroom and nearly dropped everything in her arms. Because looking at him, lying on the bed, totally nude and waiting, stunned her.

He was long and hard, everywhere. His arms were at his sides, his fists clenched. His erection lay on his pelvis, stretching nearly to his belly button. It took every last ounce of her willpower to keep from stripping down and pouncing on him right then. Easing the ache between her legs with his beautiful cock.

But no. He was giving her this, and she wanted to take the gift.

“Keep your eyes closed.”

He grunted in response.

It was truly amazing what a five-star hotel would provide its guests when asked. Now, she placed five tea-light candles, a box of matches, a jar of jasmine oil, two bars of Belgian chocolate, three Hungarian silk scarves, and a large bowl of ice on the nightstand. As she looked around the luxurious suite, at the opulent bed with a gorgeous, naked man on it, she thought maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to adjust to the rock-star lifestyle after all.

“Open your eyes,” she said.

She felt his hot gaze on her skin, taking in her lingerie, her saucy stance; the way she raised her chin to look down on him. His eyes flashed with desire, and she nearly jumped from the excitement of it. Because she’d never felt like this before. So powerful, so in charge. So in control.

It was thrilling.

Picking up the scarves, she climbed onto the bed and straddled him, her pussy resting on the hard planes of his stomach.

She took his jaw in her hand and leaned down as if to kiss him. But at the last minute she pushed him away to put her tongue on his skin, licking him from the base of his neck to the back of his ear. She heard his sharp intake of breath, felt his muscles tense underneath her. And then when she nipped his earlobe his chest heaved against hers.

“Baby, you better tie me up, or I’ll have you under me in less than sixty seconds.”

“Patience is a virtue. And don’t worry, I’ll tie you up.” Straightening, she drew a silk scarf across his chest. “When I’m ready.”

“You do realize you’ll pay for this later.”

“I’m counting on it.”

“I’ve created a monster.”

She flicked his nipple and he jerked. “And you love it, right?”

“Yes,” he said with a chuckle.

“So, I have rules.”

“I can’t wait to hear it.”

“No removing yourself from the restraints just because you can. And no climaxing until I say you can. Got it?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t worry.” She kissed him on the nose. “This will be fun.”

At the look in his eyes her power rush went up a notch, and she straightened her back, letting him take a good look at her sexy lingerie. A drop of sweat beaded at his temple.

Taking his right wrist, she climbed up him, straddling his face. The scrolled iron headboard made it convenient to tie his wrists to either side, and as she did so she could feel his hot breath on her pussy, through the fabric of her panties.