Saved by Venom 3 (Grabbed)(33)

Apparently he had been worried about nothing. They had clicked so beautifully. The chemistry they shared in the bedroom was just as good as the chemistry they had outside it. His fear that she would find his brand of lovemaking upsetting or disgusting had been totally unfounded.

Venom caressed her naked breast. The sheet had slipped down in her sleep to bare her curved flesh. Her nipple was soft and pink but he didn’t give in to the desire to playfully tweak it. She needed to rest, not be awoken from a deep sleep by her insatiable new mate.

The marks from his ropes had long since faded. They had been so lovely and he had traced them with his fingertips during their bath and later when she cuddled up against him before falling asleep. He imagined all the ways he would wrap her in his ropes. Her reaction to being bound had assured him that she was ready to explore that side of their relationship. No doubt it was going to a wild ride.

Unable to sleep a moment longer, Venom carefully slid away from her and tucked the sheet and covers around her slim body. He ducked into the bathroom before grabbing a pair of shorts and hopping into them. Gathering up the ropes, clips and the knife, he carried them into the playroom.

Like every boy who graduated from the academy, tidiness had been drilled into his brain. If he had to choose between sliding into bed with Dizzy after a romp to hold her or promptly coiling his ropes, Dizzy would win every time. He put away the knife and the clips first. She hadn’t asked what the clips were and he hadn’t volunteered the information. He could just imagine the look on her face if he said the words nipple clamps.

“What are you doing?”

Venom glanced at the doorway and frowned at the sight of Dizzy wearing his undershirt and leaning against the frame. “Losing my touch, apparently.”

Confusion marred her pretty face. “What?”

“I didn’t hear you sneak up on me.”

“Oh. Sorry.” She toyed with the bridal collar and slipped her finger underneath it to rub her neck. “Maybe you should get me a bell or something.”

He laughed. “I don’t think you would like the places I would want to dangle them.”

She playfully narrowed her eyes. “No, I’m sure I wouldn’t.”

Venom opened one of the cabinets and took down some prepackaged wipes. “I’m cleaning up from our play earlier.” He waved one of the packets. “These wipes are to clean the ropes. Every now and then I give them a good wash but this is easier on the fibers.”

“Can I help?”

“Sure.” He handed her one of the wipes and a length of rope and gave her instructions. She sat on the closest piece of furniture—a spanking bench—while she worked. He didn’t have the heart to tell her that the place where she had just put her plump bottom was the same place he someday intended to use to make it nicely pink and hot.

When she finished wiping the first rope, she gave it back to him and opened a second wipe for the next long length. She watched him coil the rope into his preferred flat figure-eight coils for hanging on the wall.

“I can teach you how to do this.”

She shook her head at his offer. “I can barely tie my shoes, Venom. You really don’t want me messing with two dozen feet of rope. You’ll have a mess on your hands.”

“You design and sew dresses. Surely you aren’t that uncoordinated.”

She shrugged and held out the red rope. “You would think, right?”

He took the rope from her outstretched hand and made quick work of coiling and hanging it on the wall from one of the many pegs he had installed. She had already cleaned the shorter lengths remaining, including the two he had cut to fashion simple wrist cuffs. He tucked those into a drawer for later and wound up the shortened rope.

When he turned back around, she was inspecting the playroom again. She looked damn good wearing his shirt. He liked the flirty, feminine dress and nightgown she had worn but there was something terribly endearing about the sight of her in a piece of his clothing. It lent a comfortable sort of feeling to their relationship.

“Do you feel like you might be ready to talk about the ropes and being bound?”

She shook her head. “I’m not up for a conversation that deep right now.” Her worried gaze skipped his way. “Is that okay?”

“Of course,” he assured her. “I always want the truth from you, Dizzy, even if you think it’s something I don’t want to hear. For what it’s worth I didn’t think you would be ready to talk about how the ropes made you feel. There’s no pressure here. Hell—you might not even know what you’re feeling when we do sit down to talk about it.”

“I don’t feel pressured. A little confused,” she admitted. “Until I sort all that out, I need you to know that I enjoyed it immensely and want to do it again.”

“I’m glad you liked it. You looked so incredibly beautiful all wrapped up for me.”

She blushed and broke the gaze they shared. Glancing around the room she asked, “Other than the ropes, what is your favorite thing to do in here?”

He wasn’t going to give her that answer so easily. “Why do you want to know?”

“I want to know what you like.”

“Just because I like something doesn’t mean you have to like it,” he carefully reminded her. “The last thing I want is for you to agree to something because you think it will make me happy. That’s not the way our relationship is going to work.”

“I understand that, but how am I supposed to learn what I like if I don’t try everything?” Her gaze darted around the playroom. “Well…maybe not everything.”

He wondered what it was that had made her amend her reply. “My second favorite thing to do in here doesn’t require any special equipment.”

She hesitated before working up the nerve to prod him for more information. “And what is it?”

He held out his hand. “Come here and I’ll show you.”

Dizzy crossed the floor to join him. He tangled his fingers in her gorgeous hair and dipped his head to claim her mouth. She whimpered at his display of dominance and desire but didn’t try to break free from his punishing kiss. Her soft hands landed on his waist.

Gripping the fabric of his shorts, she lifted up on tiptoes and tipped her head back to allow him greater access to her sweet mouth. Venom took his time loving her, dipping his tongue between her lips and flicking it against hers. She mewled like a kitten when he tightened the fingers curled in her hair. Maybe she wouldn’t be averse to even rougher loving at some point.

Tearing away from her intoxicating mouth, Venom studied her face. Her flushed cheeks and smoky eyes convinced him of her aroused state. Tracing her silky pout, he gave her another reminder. “You can always say no to anything I propose or ask me stop if you change your mind. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

He let his hands fall from her body before giving his order. “Get on your knees.”

Her eyes widened slightly at his unexpected direction. She slowly lowered herself to the floor. The sight of her kneeling at his feet made Venom’s heart race. Heat streaked through his chest as he gazed down at the erotic vision she presented wearing only his shirt.

“Take off the shirt.”

She peeled out of the garment and set it aside. He zeroed in on her perky breasts. Already her dusky-pink nipples had puckered to form tight peaks. It wasn’t a chill making her body respond that way. It was excitement.

With a bit of nervousness playing upon her face, she licked her lips and waited for his next instruction. He brushed his fingers along her cheek. “Take off my shorts.”

With trembling fingers, she leaned forward and dragged his shorts down his legs. He stepped out of them and watched the way her breaths had grown shallower and quicker. Fully aware of how uncomfortable she seemed to be with frank language, he softened his question in a way that wouldn’t make her blush furiously. “Is this your first time to put your mouth on a man?”

“Yes.” She bravely placed her palms against his thighs and smiled up at him with such enthusiasm lighting up her eyes. “But I want to try.”

Certain she was going to test his control, Venom slipped his hands behind his back and used his body and the wall to trap them. “Take your time. Explore me.”

“What if I do something wrong?” She looked so serious.

“Sweetheart, there aren’t many ways this can go wrong. It all feels good.” He caught her eye. “Except teeth.”

She leaned forward to press a tender kiss to the spot just below his navel. “I’ll try to keep that in mind.”

Venom held his breath as she wrapped her fingers around his aching dick. She lightly stroked his heated flesh and seemed to be studying his anatomy. One of her hands slid down to cup his sac. As if remembering his lesson about the way he liked things, she used a firm touch while fondling and caressing him.

Her pink tongue flicked out and swiped the crown of his cock. He bit back a low groan when she continued to paint his shaft with her slick saliva. She peppered ticklish kisses on his ruddy erection while continuing to cup and massage his balls. For a first-timer, she had damn good instincts about what would make him feel good.

When she finally sucked just the tip of him between her lips, his knees threatened to buckle. He swore softly and clenched his fingers behind his back. With the head of his cock buried in her mouth, Dizzy glanced up at him with uncertainty. The strikingly erotic image of her punched the air right out of his lungs.