murmured, grabbing my wrists and binding them tightly with his tie before pushing me down onto the bed. “I’ll have to have a word with the others.” I should have been embarrassed, I knew I should be, but a different type of heat flushed my skin at that idea, and a whimper slipped past my lips. Slowly, Ian removed his suit, each button revealing another strip of copper skin and hard muscle as he peeled away his clothing, and I was already writhing and needy by the time he was down to his boxers.
“Ian,” I begged, “kiss me, please.”
“I will, kitten,” he promised, crawling up my body. He was hot and hard as he pressed his body against mine, and I arched into him, craving his heat. His hand fisted in my hair as his mouth took mine. He thrust his tongue into my mouth, sweeping against mine as he savored me with a groan before he paused to look into my eyes. “Pixie, if I do something you don’t like, you say stop at once, do you understand me? It will immediately cease.”
“Yeah.” I arched into him, trying to take his mouth again. The sharp smack of his hand against my thigh had me jolting in shock.
“Again, Pixie. What did I say?”
I blinked, trying to get my mind to focus, but the haze of lust was saturating me. I needed him and I needed him now. “If I don’t like it, I’ll say stop.” Another smack landed, and I moaned at the sting before realization dawned. “Yes, sir,” I whimpered.
“Good girl.” Ian’s mouth closed over mine again, his lips nearly bruising in their intensity. He slid his hands up my body, across my breasts, and down my arms to test the binds at my wrists before extending my arms fully over my head. “Keep them there, kitten. I’ll make them tighter if you don’t,” he warned. “I want you completely bound for me, do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” I gasped as his nails lightly raked down the fragile skin on the inside of my arms. He pushed himself off of me, heading for my closet and rifling through for a moment before he returned. “Trust me, kitten?”
“Always.” Moving quickly, he restrained each of my ankles to the opposite sides of the bed frame before he anchored my bound wrists the same way. “Struggle, kitten,” he ordered with a growl. I did as he asked, realizing I was unable to move more than a few inches. “So pretty, my kitten.” He held up one more piece of fabric before leaning over to tie the blindfold around my eyes as I whimpered. “If you say stop, it stops, Pixie,” he whispered in my ear again, and I nodded my understanding.
“I want to try,” I told him, goosebumps rising on my skin as I shifted against the sheets. Everything already felt more sensitive—the temperature of the air, the texture of the sheets, the bindings of the ties against me—and I didn’t know how I was going to handle him actually touching me.
“I figured, kitten.” His voice was a husky whisper in my ear. “You’ve got a lot of bookmarked pages, you know.” Heat flushed my skin as he chuckled. Oh goddess, the things he’d read… “I have quite the active imagination of my own, and with this pretty body of yours spread out in front of me…” He let out a groan of approval as his hands stroked over me. “I like having you bound for my pleasure like this, kitten. I’m going to make you come hard for me, because like this, you’re not going to be able to do anything else.”
Music began to pound in the room, and Ian leaned in to murmur, “This way you won’t be able to hear everything.” He lightly nipped my earlobe. “You’ll just have to wait and see what I have planned for you. Just feel it. Take it. Enjoy it.”
I groaned at the dark promise in those words. “Ian, please.” I was already soaked, desperate for him.
“I can’t wait to find all the different ways to play with you. I know the twins are far more twisted than they appear to be.” He chuckled. “Alarick is dominant as well. I wonder which of us would come out on top?” My traitorous mind painted a picture of Ian and Alarick wrapped together, and Ian laughed wickedly as though he knew exactly what I was thinking. I wondered if it was possible to combust without actually