rope back to him. “What do you want me to do?”
“Just trust me.”
“Done.”
He kisses me, softly at first, and then with more intensity until we’re both panting with need.
“You’re fecking incredible,” he growls, his Irish as thick as I’ve heard it, as he gathers my hands in front of me and ties them together, making an intricate knot. “I’ve done a little studying in the art of Shibari, which is basically knots and bondage. I think it’s beautiful. I’m not in the BDSM lifestyle, it just doesn’t interest me, but the ropes do.
“I won’t tie them so tight that you can’t get out of them if you really want to, or so I can’t easily remove them from you if needed. You’re never in danger.”
“I appreciate you reassuring me, Shawn. I’m not afraid. This is fascinating, and sexy. And I’m totally into it.”
He nods, and with my hands tied in front of me, leads me to the bed. He helps me lie down in the center of the mattress and lifts my hands over my head, tying them to the wooden headboard.
“Does this hurt your shoulders?”
“Nope.”
I’m not nervous in the least. I’m almost giddy with excitement. I don’t know what he plans to do next, but I’m ready for it. Every single thing Shawn has done with or to me since we started this physical relationship has been nothing short of amazing.
I can’t imagine this will be any different.
With my hands restrained above me, all I can do is watch as Shawn reaches for a ribbon that I didn’t see before. He drags it over my skin, across my nipples and between my legs.
The light sensation sends goose bumps over my flesh.
“You like that,” he says with a grin. “What about this?”
He leans over and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucks hard, and then nibbles it until it’s just this side of too much sensation.
I cry out and squirm beneath him. I want to touch him, but all I can do is wiggle in the restraints.
“You have a safe word,” he reminds me.
“Fuck the safe word,” I growl. “Just touch me. This is torture.”
The grin is swift and sly, and the next thing I know, his fingers are between my legs, strumming my folds as if he’s playing a guitar. He plucks them lightly as if the song is soft and sweet, and then his touch deepens, and I’m nothing but a ball of sensation.
We’re five minutes in, and I’m beside myself with lust.
“If you keep moving your legs like that, I’ll have to tie them, too.”
“I can’t stop moving,” I confess, panting hard. “I need you inside me, Shawn.”
“Sorry, Lex, that’s the wrong answer.”
Chapter 10
~Shawn~
God, she’s magnificent, sprawled out on my bed, writhing in wanton need. I’ll give her what she wants, but not quite yet.
I have some fun in store for her first.
I gently cup her ankle in my hand, tie it to the bedpost, and then do the same to the other side before standing back to take her in. She’s fully restrained with my red ropes knotted against her pale flesh.
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my bloody life.
Her blue eyes are wide and focused on mine. Not a drop of fear. No, there’s nothing fearful about the way she’s watching me right now.
She’s absolutely turned on, which is precisely what I want from her.
“Do you know,” I begin as I step to her and drag my fingertip up the inside of her left leg, “how unbelievably sexy you are, Lexi?”
She licks her lips and shakes her head no.
“Always answer me with words, please.”
“No.”
“I dream about you,” I confess as I watch my finger tickle her navel. “And when I’m awake, I long for you, for your touch. I don’t think I can say that about anyone else I’ve ever been with. You’ve put some kind of spell on me, and I don’t think I mind at all.”
“I don’t mind either.”
I grin and lean over to kiss her nipples, pull them between my lips and play as my hand eases between her legs. The heel of my hand presses against her clit as I push two fingers inside her and watch as her back bows off of the bed, and she cries out.
“Yes!”
She’s slick and ready for me, but I hold back because once I start fucking her, I won’t stop until we’re both spent.
And I want this to last.
I send her up and over the first peak, and when she’s coming down