Maybe it was part of his kink?
He maneuvered her to the bed and set her on the edge, his strong hands her only anchor in a world of darkness. Then his touch was gone, and she almost cried out from the loss. “I—”
His voice lashed her. “Don’t speak unless I ask you a question.” He waited, and she bit her lip to keep from doing just that. Apparently he was satisfied, because he said, “Spread your legs.”
Holy shit. She was just supposed to spread her legs and let him… Damn it, this is what you wanted. Ridley bit her lip harder. Yeah, this was what she wanted. But she also wanted his hands on her and, seriously, would a kiss be too much to ask? Again, her mind went back to the toys on the chest. Was he moving in that direction? She couldn’t be sure. The thick carpet cushioned the sound of his footsteps to the point they were practically nonexistent. Another layer of helplessness—she couldn’t even hear him coming.
“Is there a problem?” Great. Now it sounded like he was laughing at her.
“No, Sir.” But Will wouldn’t laugh at her—or anyone. He was too serious. Laughing at a woman who was in this position was more Garrett’s gig than his twin’s.
Annnnd now she was just looking for reasons to think about that asshole instead of the nice guy she was with.
She spread her legs.
It was hard to say, but she thought he might have hissed out a breath. The silence stretched on, a beat, two, three. And still he didn’t say anything. Against all reason, knowing he was looking at the most intimate part of her heated her blood. It made her feel wanton and the best kind of dirty. She spread her legs a little wider and arched her back. This time she was sure she heard him curse under his breath.
“You’re a troublesome little subbie.” He ran his hands up the outsides of her thighs to her hips, startling her. The touch was so proprietary that she whimpered. How the hell did he make her feel so…owned? His thumbs stroked the sensitive skin just beneath her hipbones. “Would you like me to keep touching you?”
Was that a trick question? She might die if he didn’t. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” Rope slithered around her knee and then pulled tight as his knuckles brushed her sensitive skin. “Hands on your thighs.” The rope criss-crossed over her palm and around her wrist, pinning her palm to her thigh. He then repeated the motions with her other leg, leaving her unable to move and splayed open for him.
She expected to panic, but the only thing she could focus on was how full of need his binding her made her. The ropes were soft and pliable, nothing like she’d imagined they would feel like. Instead they were…sensual, sliding over her skin like the best kind of silk. His big hand came to rest between her breasts, not touching anything that would be considered a hot spot by anyone, but she arched into the touch like a cat demanding to be petted.
The bastard laughed. “Lusty thing, aren’t you?”
It was something he’d know if he’d gotten any of the signals she’d been throwing for the past few months. She held her breath as he ran his hand down the center of her body to cup between her legs. “And wet, too.” He pushed a single finger into her, slowly, almost as if he was testing her.
Pleasure spiked through her and, despite herself, she couldn’t hold her moan in. It seemed to please him, because a second finger joined his first, stretching her, filling her in a way she hadn’t been in ages. She hadn’t been this turned on since…
Ridley took a shuddering breath, trying to focus on the now instead of the then. The blindfold didn’t help—without being able to see Will, it was all too easy to imagine another man’s hands on her, ones that were similar and yet so different from his.
She moaned again, this time in frustration. Why couldn’t she just let Garrett go? She refused to let him ruin this, especially since she was finally meeting a need that had been neglected for far too long.
“You’re thinking too much.” While he kept up the maddening strokes between her legs, another hand gripped her hair, tightening until sharp sparks of pain shot through her scalp. Combined with the pleasure radiating through her, it only made her need sharper. Suddenly, she wasn’t thinking about anything but what he’d do next.
“Better.” There was a delicious growl in his voice, one she’d never heard before. His fingers inside her twisted and his thumb pressed against her clit, brushing it with each thrust. She tried to move, to take him deeper, but the ropes brought her up short, digging into her skin, the feeling inexplicably making her even hotter. She couldn’t have gotten free if she wanted to.