with a narrow strip of fabric the same lavender color as the curtains. It was something that could be used to tie the curtains back. But it seemed Caden had come up with a new, less decorative use for it.
Caden walked back to the bed with a devilish, cocky smile, swinging the strip of fabric around his hand. He stopped in front of the bed and looked pointedly at the wrought iron frame of the daybed. Then he looked at me. “So, baby, is the tequila still working its magic?”
“I don’t know about the alcohol, but you standing naked in front of me with all that—muscle, ink and raw sex thing happening has its own brand of magic. What exactly do you have in mind?”
He reached down, took hold of my hands and tied them lightly together. I watched, at first, with amusement but then with a sense of erotic anticipation that made my heart race and white hot heat flow through my entire body. That same strength and power I’d been admiring in Caden just moments before was now swirling around the room, like its own entity. Suddenly, I was his captive, his to do with as he pleased. And I was loving it. Not because I was slightly drunk and lacking inhibitions, but because it was Caden. Everything about him thrilled me.
“Get on your knees, baby.”
With hands tied, it took a bit of skill to follow his order. I knelt in front of him. My entire body trembled with excitement, and my nipples hardened at the idea of being his plaything. It was something completely out of my usual comfort zone, and yet, with Caden, it felt completely exhilarating. I wanted whatever he had in store. My pussy throbbed with the prospect.
Caden took hold of the end of the lavender fabric and led me to turn around and face the ornate bed frame. He climbed on the bed behind me and kissed my shoulder as he lifted my hands and tied me to the wrought iron railing.
With my hands secured to the bed, he began a long, hot trail of kisses down my back and along my ass. The small bed shifted under his weight as he scooted back. His hand came around in front of me. As he slid his fingers through the folds of my pussy, he moved my hips so that my ass jutted out and I was completely exposed. He pressed his mouth against my pussy from behind while stroking me from the front with his deft fingers. He used those same fingers to part the folds of my pussy.
Cool air and his warm breath mingled, causing tingling sensations to course through the heat between my legs. I was completely exposed and vulnerable and the mere thought of being his to do with as he pleased, nearly sent me over the edge of an orgasm.
His tongue lathed over my clit, and I sucked in a breath. “Yes, please. Yes, Cade.” The words ushered from my lips without me even forming them in my head.
He answered my plea with his thumb, massaging my clit as his tongue impaled me over and over again. More than once, I went to move my hands, only to remember that I was tied to the bed and completely at his mercy. That delicious thought made my pussy clench, and the early waves of an orgasm thundered through me.
Cade sensed it and pulled his tongue and fingers away. I collapsed forward. My breaths came in fast, short spurts. Every inch of me was begging for the climax.
“What?” I asked breathlessly, nearly delirious from the need to finish.
“I don’t want you to come yet. I’m going to bring you to the edge again and again until you are mine. Until you are begging me to fuck you.”
As my breathing slowed and my body relaxed with the disappointment of unfinished sex, he began again, with the skill of a man who knew exactly how to touch me. His fingers returned to my aching clit, and I shuddered as he, once again, made it ache with need. Again his tongue licked my pussy to a frenzy. He added a teasing wet finger, pushing inside of me at just the right time to make me tighten and contract my pussy and thighs against the pressure. Again, he brought me to the starting line of a mind-blowing orgasm, and again, he pulled his exquisite touch away, leaving me nearly delirious. It was an erotic,