His heat moved away, leaving my back uncomfortably cold. In darkness, I heard the bed creak and shift, fabric being ruffled. Metal jingled. Butterflies filled my stomach.
I’d never done this before. I’d never trusted someone enough to let them tie me down in any way. I’d never met someone that I could trust so completely.
I’d also never been with someone like Hunter.
Without warning, he scooped me up into his arms. I squealed in surprise. A moment later, I felt his muscles lengthen and contract around me, as he climbed onto the bed. The soft mattress received me as he put me down. He drew up my hands above my head. Cold metal encircled each wrist.
Another thrill tore through me as the ratchet sound announced the handcuffs closing. I moved, feeling the shackles catch and hold my wrists.
A warm hand settled on my shin before moving up my body slowly. It traveled over my thigh, going wide around my hip and over my belly. I sucked in a breath as his palm cupped a breast. His thumb ran across my nipple.
I moaned, arching into his hand. His other hand touched down on my other breast, his thumbs now moving and tweaking both nipples.
I licked my lips and spread my legs, pulling at my hands, feeling the fire of being completely at his mercy. His hands left my breasts, making me whimper in disappointment. A moment later, though, cool wetness rubbed into my breasts and around my nipples. Between my legs was next. My nipples began to tingle with heat before my sex did the same, the warming lotion spiking the pleasure.
The bed moved under me. Some part of him glanced across my thigh. The soft clunk of the lotion bottle touched down on the nightstand. I felt his movement before a warm tongue licked up my center.
“Oh,” I moaned, tilting up into him. Palms pushed my thighs wider. His mouth sucked me in, his tongue swirling as it did so. His palms disappeared. I waited, wondering where they would touch down as his mouth moved up. His tongue played with my clit, his hands still absent.
I breathed out the expectation. My core started to tighten in excitement as I gyrated up into him. I pulled at my hands, deliciously trapped. I arched, moaning as his suction increased.
A finger flicked my nipple unexpectedly.
“Oh!” I jolted, throwing my head back into the pillow. I pulled at my hands again and bit my lip. His mouth worked me harder as his fingers gently twisted my nipple.
Shooting jabs of pleasure shocked into my body, pooling in my sex. The tightness intensified, winding up. I writhed, unable to move far with my hands caught. Unable to touch him.
“Yes, Hunter,” I said through a tight throat, gyrating into his mouth. I strained against the handcuffs and arched, wanting his touch harder. Wanting more.
His hand rubbed down my stomach. Another hand joined the first, firm strokes down my lower belly and over my thighs. I spread my legs wider and arched again, needing his touch to work with his mouth. Needing a part of him inside me.
As if reading my mind, one of his hands lifted, appearing on my breast. The other felt down my slit before dipping in.
“Oh, yes. Oh. Yes!” Unable to help myself, so damn aroused by the cuffs and blindfold, at his mercy, I writhed on the bed wildly. I swung my hips into and away from him, working with the pounding of his fingers inside me. I felt the pull of his mouth on my most sensitive spot. Aching in my core from his other hand rubbing my breast.
I bit my lip again, pulling at the bed. Struggling. Wanting to touch him. Turned on that I couldn’t.
“Yes, Hunter. Harder—” The sensations burned through me. My heart hammered as everything clenched tight deep down inside of me. So tight. Felt so good—
“Ah!” I shuddered uncontrollably in release, pulling with my hands. The wood cracked under the strain.
Hunter’s hands roamed over me, softly sending waves of pleasant shivers through me. I panted, rubbing my thighs along his body as his soft breath blew against my fevered and aching sex.
“Fuck me now, Hunter,” I commanded, somehow feeling more powerful even though I was tied up and blinded.
His body rubbed up mine, as my taut nipples rubbed against his harder pecs, ripping a moan from my throat. His lips hit mine. His tongue penetrated my mouth as my legs spread wider to accommodate his large body.
Without hesitation, he entered me, diving in deep. I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist. His kiss deepened as he plunged, thrusting into me. Filling me up.
I started gyrating again, having skipped the second warmup phase and already tightening in anticipation of an orgasm. The bed shifted as he plunged, hard and fast. The wood creaked with the strain of me pulling on it, loving being tied down. Loving being taken.
“Yes, Hunter!” I exalted. Our breath mingled, both of us breathing hard. I rocked my hips, meeting his downward thrusts. Our bodies slapped together. My moans grew louder.