One Hundred and Thirty-Six Scars(59)

“Can I try something?” I ask, biting down on my bottom lip.

A full-blown white toothed grin comes into my view and my pussy clenches with approval.

“Can I tie you up?” I whisper weakly.

He laughs, shock evident in his voice. “You wanna do that?”

I nod my head and chuckle, my face beaming bright red. Good thing he can’t see me clearly. “Yeah, yeah, I do.”

“Well… this would be a first.”

“I would hope so,” I answer, swinging off him and standing to my feet. Scanning the room, I look down at my bag and see my silk robe folded inside. Taking it out, I turn to face Beast, who has propped himself up on his elbows, the moonlight once again doing me a solid in displaying all his ripped and defined muscles. The odds are definitely in my favor right now.

Pulling the sash through the robe, I dangle it out to Beast, who has a sexy smirk spread across his face. He bites down on his lower lip before nudging his head toward himself, signaling for me to come to him. I throw my head back with a light laugh. “Easy tiger, I need some scissors,” I answer, walking across the room to the TV console that has a little drawer built into it. Sliding it open, I find some little silver scissors and with a quick snip, I cut the sash in half, placing the scissors back into the drawer. I slide it closed and make my way back to the bed. I’m almost there when Beast wraps his arm around the back of my thighs, pulling me back down to him so I’m straddling him again, in a fit of laughter.

“Beast!” I laugh, bringing my face down to him and slowly running my lips across his. “I don’t think I ever thanked you for what you did for me all those years ago,” I whisper hoarsely against his lips.

He smiles. “You don’t have to, baby. You can thank me by tying me up,” he answers, smirking a cocky smile at me.

I laugh, pushing off his chest to sit back up.

Dangling the two pieces of the sash in front of me, I smile. “Your wish is my command.”

I grasp onto his left wrist and wrap the sash around it in a simple French bowline knot before making my way onto his other wrist. He laughs, looking up at me. “Errr, should I ask how you know how to tie a knot like that?”

I smile, continuing the knot. “I took self-defense classes when I was younger. One of the things we learned was how to untie ourselves from dissimilar styles of knots.”

His shoulders slouch. I laugh. “Relax. I’m not into some freaky BDSM kink…” pausing, I tilt my head, “Maybe only a little with you.”

Finishing up the knot, I run my hands up and pull on it. “There, that should do it.”

He laughs. “Mmm… might. We will have to see about that won’t we?”

Laying my body down onto his, my nipples grazing across his bare chest, reminding me that they want to come out and play. Gripping onto the bottom of my shirt, I pull it off, dropping it onto the floor below us.

His eyes run slowly over my body, his tongue slipping out and gliding across his bottom lip. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he growls, his eyes glassing over and the image pulls me back a little.

I smile, running my hands down my legs. “Thank you. You’re pretty snazzy yourself.”

“No seriously, you need to sit on my face. Right now.”

I laugh, shaking my head despite my pussy throbbing at his words. “I’m in charge, remember?”

A deep growl slips from his mouth before he tugs on his ties. “Hey! Play fair.” I run my hands over his ripped chest, down to his basketball shorts and slide myself down to his upper thighs, giving me more reach for what I want.

Slipping my fingers under his shorts, his hips lift, giving me passage to pull them down. Which I do, happily. Once they’ve hit his ankles, I run my eyes up his muscled legs, following the trail up to his massive cock that’s sitting there rock hard and angry. Tilting my head, I examine it closer, the tip of his cock glistening over from pre-cum and the angry veins that ripple through his length, rising to the surface. My tongue darts out, running itself over my lips when another growl vibrates through the atmosphere. My eyes snap up, I almost forgot he was watching.

“Look at my cock like that again and I’ll fuck your rules with my left nut, rip these ties off my wrists and have your pussy riding my face until your legs can’t stand and your heart stops beating. Understood?” he demands casually, all play gone from his face.

Swallowing my nerves, I nod my head. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” he smirks.

Hooking my fingers under my panties, I pull them down over my ass, swinging my leg over to push them down. He throws his head back briefly before bringing his attention back to me.