My hands are bound, and I’m amazed how something so simple is leaving me vulnerable and open to him. But I’m not afraid—far from it.
I’m exhilarated. Excited.
“There.” He pushes my hair to one side and presses a kiss to the back of my neck. “That should remind you who’s in charge here.”
“I still have a mouth,” I whisper.
“And it will be put to very, very, very good use.” He walks in front of me and traces my bottom lip with his thumb, his eyes on my mouth. “When I say so.”
I part my lips and take his thumb into my mouth. I suck lightly and graze my teeth along the pad, watching as his pupils dilate. Yes, I can play the game, too.
He pulls his hand from my mouth, running his fingers down my neck. The tips of them ghost across my chest, barely touching me, and slide down my stomach, dipping at my navel. He pauses when they skim the top of my panties. His lips curve as he moves his hand lower and brushes my clit.
I stay standing despite the jolt of pleasure that sears through me. My pussy aches with wanting him to go lower, beneath the lace, to touch me properly.
But he doesn’t—he pulls his hand away and stands behind me again. He hooks two fingers through the scarf binding my wrist and pulls me backward. His body never touches me, only his fingers. I twist my head to see where we’re going, but he stops me.
“Look forward.”
I swallow. My body is alive—so alive—and I’m trembling with anticipation. He shuts a door and spins me around. My eyes fall on a king bed in the middle of the room, the dark sheets contrasting the lightness of the rest of the room.
I study the rest of the room, feeling Tyler’s hot breath cascading down my neck the whole time. He steps forward, pressing his front against my back. His erection rubs against my hands, but the way he’s tied them means I can’t touch him, no matter how much I want to.
And I do. I want to.
He skims his hands down my sides to my hips. With a firm grasp on them, he brushes his nose against the inside of my thigh, prompting me to open my legs slightly. I can feel his breath on one thigh, his cheek on the other, and the nudge of his nose by my panties.
“You’re so wet already. I can smell you. I can see it. There’s a little damp patch on these panties.” He pulls them down my legs and guides my feet out of them.
After taking back the same position, he urges me to open my legs wider. I do, thankful for his grip to balance me. My legs are trembling so hard that I don’t think I could take a step without stumbling.
He touches his tongue to me, running it lightly over my opening. “You like having your wrists tied, babe?”
He licks me again and I let out a shuddery breath.
“Answer the question.” He pulls back and nips my butt.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Good.” He kisses the spot where he just bit me and soothes it with his tongue. The feeling is strange, but it’s a nice one. It’s close to erotic, especially when he traces his lips along the curve of it and finds my pussy once more.
The strokes of his tongue are long and forceful. Every time the tip of it rubs against my clit, my breath stops, my heart pounds, my lips part. It’s a fleeting feeling, lasting barely a second at a time, but it’s the strongest one. It’s the most intense and consuming, and I find myself tilting my hips back so he can access it more easily.
Tyler laughs against me, the sensation akin to vibration, and I moan. Wishing I could get my hands free, turn around, and fist his hair. Wishing I could hold him against me—
Until he brings his hand around to the front and presses two fingers against me at the same time that he dives his tongue inside me. It’s sudden and unexpected and so fucking good. My fingers clamber for him as the first wave of pleasure racks my body. I’m almost fighting the restraint, needing to touch him, to hold him against me.
To make sure he doesn’t stop what he’s doing until I come explosively, coating his tongue with my juices.
And I do. When it hits, it hits. With only one hand free, Tyler can barely keep me upright. My legs are weak like Jell-O and my eyes burn with the pleasure.
There’s something about his mouth on me and not being able to see him. I can’t put my finger on it, but I’ve never come that hard through oral. Ever.
“You taste good,” he says, giving me one last, long lick.
I shudder. My clit is so tender and swollen that the barest touch is arousing and intense. “I want to taste you.”
“And you will. Just not right now.” He stands and spins me by my hips. His eyes bore into mine, strong and steady and certain and full of arousal. If I couldn’t tell it from his eyes, the bulge in his pants would tell me.