The Rivals - Vi Keeland Page 0,18
your day out of your system. Call it whatever you want, but you need a safe word, sweetheart.”
He took his hand out of my blouse and reached for his pants, grabbing his belt buckle. With one firm tug, Weston yanked the leather through all the loops. The whish sound was one of the most erotic things I’d ever heard.
He released my wrists and lifted the belt to show it to me.
“Turn around. Clasp your hands together behind your back.”
God, his voice was so raspy and thick. If sex had a sound, it would absolutely be this. Yet I hesitated to turn. It felt like a moment of truth. Was I really going to let a man I’d loathed for my entire life restrain my hands and do whatever the hell he wanted with me? Seeing the turbulence in my eyes, Weston cupped my cheek.
“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”
“So if I don’t want you to tie my hands?”
“Then I don’t tie your hands.” He looked back and forth between my eyes. “But you want me to, don’t you? Stop thinking about what seems right or wrong and go with what you want, Soph.”
It wasn’t lost on me that he’d finally called me by my actual name. Taking a deep breath, I made the insane choice to throw caution to the wind. I held up a finger in warning. “Don’t leave marks.”
A wicked grin spread across Weston’s face. Without another word, he guided me to turn around. Pulling my hands behind my back, he wrapped his belt around my wrists and cinched it snugly.
“Tug a bit,” he said.
I did my best to pull my wrists free, but they didn’t budge.
Weston walked me forward to a desk in front of the window. I’d assumed things would go the same way as the last time we were together—meaning I’d be bent over and he’d take me from behind. But again, I’d assumed incorrectly what Weston Lockwood was up to. He turned me around, gripped my waist with two hands, and lifted me onto the desk.
“Spread.”
“We have rules,” I panted. “Only from behind.”
Weston gripped my knees. “That applies to when I fuck you. But I’m not ready for that yet.”
I swallowed.
He edged open my legs. I didn’t even try to fight him.
“Last chance. Safe word, Sophia?”
“Countess,” I whispered.
He smiled. “Good choice.”
He took a step back. With my legs spread and my hands bound behind my back, I felt incredibly vulnerable. Trying to feel more in control, I huffed, “Just get moving. Let’s get it over with.”
Weston bit his bottom lip, and I swear I felt it between my legs. There was something so damn sexy about the way he looked at me.
“You’re going to look in my eyes while I finger you.”
My jaw dropped open. This guy had some nerve.
Amused at my expression, Weston closed the distance between us again. One of his hands pushed between my open legs, and he not so gently shoved my panties to the side. Two fingers rubbed up and down my center, and then one plunged inside, just like he’d done last night. Yet somehow, I still hadn’t been expecting it.
I gasped.
“So wet for me already.”
He pumped his finger in and out, and my eyes fell closed.
“Tsk tsk tsk. Have you forgotten what I told you so soon? Eyes open, my little Fifi.”
I started to say something, to tell him once again to stop calling me that, but then his finger glided in and out a few more times, and whatever thought I’d had disappeared faster than my inhibitions.
“Spread your legs wider so I can give you more. I love that you’re so tight.”
My head wanted to slam my legs closed, but my body craved the more he wanted to give me. Shamelessly, I opened my legs.
Weston smiled. He held my gaze as he slipped his finger out and pushed into me with two. I tensed for a minute, then relaxed as he continued to move in and out with methodical precision.
“One more…”
I’d been so lost in the moment, I wasn’t sure what he was referring to until I felt a third finger enter me. I moaned, and my eyes shut again.
Weston waited a few seconds, and then whispered in my ear, “You’re so beautiful when you’re turned on. Such a shame you only want me to take you from behind. I bet the sight of you coming with my cock instead of my hand is absolutely phenomenal.”
My breathing grew labored. His warm breath in