‘Shit, Jade,’ I say, quickly removing the tie. ‘Are you okay?’
When her eyes spring open I see tears glistening them. Fuck. Placing my hands on her shoulders, I pull her towards me, wrapping her in my arms. I can feel her body trembling as I hold her.
What the fuck just happened?
‘I’m sorry,’ I whisper. I don’t know what else to say. Me and my bright fucking ideas. I hold her until she stops shaking before leaning back on my haunches to make eye contact with her. ‘What’s this all about?’
‘Nothing. I’m okay,’ she answers.
Like hell it was nothing. My mind is swimming with all kinds of fucked-up scenarios. Something’s happened to her in the past to make her act this way, and I intend to find out.
‘Please.’ She holds her wrists out in front of her, but there’s no fucking way I’m going there again. I throw the tie across the bed.
‘Please Brock,’ she pleads. ‘I need this.’
‘Why did you look so scared when I tied your wrists? Has somebody hurt you?’ It’s the only logical explanation I can think of. She shakes her head vigorously as her bottom lip starts to quiver. She can shake her head all she fucking wants, but I know the answer is yes. Rage boils inside me at the thought of someone hurting her. ‘Talk to me,’ I plead as my hands tenderly cup her face. My eyes search hers, looking for answers, but I find none.
A small smile tugs at her lips as she pulls my mouth down to hers. She can avoid this conversation all she wants, but I’m not letting it go.
When she pulls out of the kiss a few minutes later, she reaches across the bed for the discarded tie, before lying back down. The pleading look on her face as she holds it up to me has me crumbling immediately. I have a feeling I’m going to have a hard time denying this woman anything.
‘Are you sure?’ I ask.
After giving me a reassuring smile, she moves her hands above her head. I watch her carefully as I bind her wrists again. I’m having huge reservations about doing this now. Any sign of a freak-out and I’m done. I refuse to be a part of anything that’s going to make her feel uncomfortable.
‘I trust you,’ she says.
I like that she trusts me. I hope she knows I’d never intentionally do anything to hurt her. She remains calm as I finish tying her wrists before securing them to the bed head.
‘Are you okay?’
‘I’m perfect,’ she replies.
‘If at any time that changes, just say the word and I’ll untie you immediately.’ When she nods, I smile before kissing her.
Pulling my mouth from hers, I kiss a trail across her jaw and down her neck. My hand skims over her toned stomach before palming one of her breasts in my hand. She has the most amazing tits. I’d presumed they were fake, but I’ve felt enough in my life to know these aren’t. This pleases me to no end.
She pushes her head further into the pillow and moans when I roll her hardened nipple between my fingers before replacing them with my tongue. She moans again the moment I suck the taut peak into my mouth as her chest pushes towards my face. I love how responsive she is to my touch.
When my lips eventually find hers again, my hand glides down her skin until my fingers are dancing over the lace of her panties. I smile to myself when she opens her legs for me and I run my hand between her thighs. The dampness I feel through the fabric makes my cock throb. I need to touch her, I need to taste her, but more than anything, I need to be buried balls deep inside her heaven.
Grabbing the lace, I tear it easily from her body as my eyes drink her in. She’s even more beautiful than I imagined. Her hips raise towards my hand as my fingers glide over her perfectly manicured pussy and she whimpers when my thumb circles her clit. I slide one of my fingers effortlessly inside her. I love how ready she is for me. She’s perfect. Everything about this woman is damn perfect.
Kissing my way over her abdomen, I don’t stop until I’m settled between her thighs. Then I push her legs towards her torso, opening her up for me. I need to see her.
‘You’re beautiful,’ I whisper as my mouth bears down on her magnificent pussy. She tastes sweet, just like I knew she would.
‘Brock,’ she whimpers, tugging on her restraints. I love hearing her say my name like that. I want to hear her scream it when I make her come. ‘I need to touch you.’ That will have to wait. I’m not stopping until she comes all over my face.
Moments later, her body starts to tremble and her head thrashes from side to side, and I know she’s close.
‘Yes, that’s it. Come for me, beautiful,’ I demand against her sensitive flesh.