“Nice,” he said. “Now spread out on the mattress.
She stepped past him and lay on her bed, but didn’t stretch out.
“Give me your hands.”
The second she did he clasped them together.
“What are you doing?” she asked. Stupid question; she knew already.
“Binding you.” He did, too, using the scarf to secure her wrists together, and then lifted her arms above her head, tying the scarf to her headboard, so she couldn’t pull her arms down.
“With my old scarf?” What happened to silk ties?
“Fitting, don’t you think? What once hid, now exposes.” He looked down at her breasts. “You didn’t want anyone to see these back then. You’re trying, but you’re not quite comfortable with them yet.”
She didn’t answer. Didn’t need to. They both knew he was right.
“But you’ll get there. Now open your legs for me.”
Desire burst in her lower belly. Wet heat surged. She couldn’t help clenching her upper thighs together. He didn’t take his eyes from hers.
“Open. Your. Legs.” He tickled her thighs with his fingers, making her squirm.
Her thighs quivered. But while she was happy to play like this, there was more she wanted. And she wasn’t afraid to ask for it anymore.
“Only if we swap after,” she breathed. “Turnabout.”
He paused and glanced up at her, his eyebrow quirked. “You want to tie me up?”
She nodded, her body slicking more at the thought of having him at her mercy.
“Sure.” He tickled her inner thigh again. “You can try.”
Her eyes narrowed. Try? Oh, she was so going to get him. With a little growl she pushed her ankles apart. Her breathing quickened. Still he didn’t take his gaze from hers.
“Farther.” He wrapped his hand around her ankles, pulling her legs wider. “Am I going to have to tie these too?”
She shook her head and he laughed, then shed his clothes in rapid movements.
Bound to the bed, she watched him, hunger growing. Three days without enjoying his body? Without seeing him? Feeling him?
She rocked her hips, arching her back, wanting him to bring his massive cock closer. “I didn’t know you’d be into bondage.” Though she should have—given how the guy knew his way around clit clamps.
“Sometimes, sure.” He studied her. “Did you ever think you’d be into it?”
Because it was obvious she was. But was she so turned on because she was tied up, or was it because it was Joe who held her reins?
No-brainer. It was all Joe.
Abbi squealed as he sank his teeth into the soft flesh of her uppermost inner thigh.
He then moved onto the bed, and on all fours braced above her, looking down at her the way a wolf would its prey. “You really do have the most sensational breasts.” He straddled her, his weight on her hips. Hell, he was big, heavy, magnificent. With her arms tied, her breasts were freed and bared for him to explore. And explore he did. He massaged and teased, cupped and then kissed. His attentions deepened, intensified. Until it was like he was devouring her. Like he was feasting on a succulent banquet and had the most voracious appetite.
He sucked on her nipples, teasing them with his teeth until the nubs protruded hard and red from the pleasure-pain of his love bites.
Hot and tormented and thrusting, Abbi arched again and again, desperate for him to move his weight to where she wanted it most. To push hard and deep and over and over. But he didn’t. He just kept massaging her breasts and tormenting her nipples until she was begging. Until she arched one last time, taut as a wire, her arms yanking on the stretched scarf as she climaxed with a harsh, surprised cry.
Stunned, she fell back on the bed, limp. She’d never come just from a guy playing with her breasts before.
“Feeling better?” he asked.
Partly. But she wanted so much more. And she was going to get it.
He reached forward and untied the knots in the scarf so her wrists were released. Then he moved off her to sit beside her on the bed, grabbed a condom from her table, and quickly rolled it on. He opened his mouth to speak but she clamped her hand over it.
“My turn with the scarf.”
He arched his eyebrows at her but said nothing when she removed her hand.
“Sit on the bed.”
Still silent, he did as she ordered.
Good. Heat rippled through her body and she had to quell her tremble of pleasure. It was high time that he let her have the fun with his body that he’d been having with hers.
“Hands.” She quite liked giving the one-word orders.
He offered them, holding his wrists together. She wound the scarf around them and tied them firmly. His eyes flashed a little surprise—what, didn’t he think she could do knots? Sliding off to stand beside the bed, she made him lift his arms above his head, so he mirrored the position she’d just been in, lying flat on his back, and she tethered him to the bedhead.