Cruise flips on the lights to the bedroom with a demonic grin blooming on his face.
“No lights.” I have a feeling it could never be dark enough for what Cruise is about to do to me—and with my wrists bound together, I can only hope he’ll listen.
“Lights.” He kisses the nape of my neck, and my body trembles for more.
“Is it your birthday?” I slather on the sarcasm. “Because unless it’s your birthday, or a red-letter holiday, I’m pretty sure I’m not entertaining you with my pale ass.” There, I said it.
He pushes a gentle laugh into the back of my neck. “You have the body of a goddess. I want to look at you.” He leans in close to my ear, and I can feel his erratic breathing as it creates a fire line down my back. “You’re the one being dominated, Kenny. You don’t have a choice.” He cinches the leashes until my hands are drawn tight and walks me to the bed. I try to take a seat, but he’s quick to lift me to my feet.
Cruise pulls his cheek back with a smoldering look of seduction. His brows dip in a V, revealing the sinister intent brewing behind those blue topaz lenses.
Every intimate part of me is quivering, cheering on my newfound carnal revolution, and now here I am, standing in front of the god of Garrison in the exact amount of clothing I was born in.
“Down,” he instructs.
I get on my knees, and he pulls my head back. Instinctively, I know this is going to hurt, and I want it to. I want to feel everything Cruise has to offer—all that he’s willing to thrust my way.
He steps into me and unbuttons his jeans. He flicks at his zipper and gives the impression of a wicked grin.
“With your teeth,” he commands.
And I do.
Cruise launches toward me, smooth and hard. I take him up in my mouth and feel a groan echo throughout his body. My lips move over his heated skin with my tongue pulling long strokes in obedience to his movements. He takes in a ragged breath, his body bowed back with pleasure. His fingers rake through my hair. His hips beg to sway with ecstasy, but I’ve bound him just like he’s bound me.
Cruise and I were awakening in one another a new dimension of vulnerability—of trust. This dark corner of fantasy still holds the underpinnings of our affection, the lust inside us detonating on a cellular level. Cruise brought the gunpowder and I brought the matches. We’re varnishing a new layer of intimacy over our relationship as the room burns around us. This invisible fire rages through us—exhilarating, as if we had harnessed a chariot and rode through the sun.
Cruise carefully pulls me up to him long before he trembles to completion.
“Bend over.” He rasps it out as a simple demand, and I relax into him, already lost in a sensual haze. “Bend over.” He says it curt this time, a nefarious smile hedging on his lips. It comes out a strict order that might have consequences attached if I don’t comply, so I lie over the bed and feel the cool of the comforter glide against my chest, my stomach retracts from its touch.
Cruise gently kicks out my feet until my legs are amply parted, and suddenly I’m regretting ever laying eyes on these demented chains. I imagine what I must look like with my body splayed out like this, him hovering from above with an eagle eye view, and I feel vulnerable—far more so than simply being naked could ever provide.
Cruise slides his heated hands over my back, down my bare bottom, and between my thighs. He glides a finger in and out of my body as I writhe over the bed, leaving me uncontrollably aroused.
“I’m going to make you come, Kenny.” He says it plain, as a fact. “What do you think about that?” He runs his thumb over the delicate folds and enlivens my pleasure points until my throat constricts.
He leans in with his searing hot skin raking up against my thigh. He runs the pad of his fingers softly over me before plunging in again with dynamic force.
“Do you want more?” His voice rumbles through me. It echoes through my bones as my body waits for that very thing.
I let out a breath, unable to answer.
Cruise spins out delicious circles over me until my breathing grows erratic. With every writhing movement, he tightens the reins just enough until I let out a cry, and my body spasms uncontrollably. I spiral into a beautiful delirium that I never want to end. I try to cinch my legs, but he blocks me with his knees. Cruise guides his body into mine with a violent force that sends me choking for air. My mouth rakes against the bed from the brilliant shock of pleasure. He thrust inside me, over and over, pulling me back by the chain until my back arches into him. He slides his hand down over me again, and I explode, this time with Cruise—the two of us lost in ecstasy, perfectly in sync. He collapses over me, shaking and trembling, pressing himself in deeper until his breathing is restored.