He also didn’t hesitate. He put both hands to my hips and slid them back to my ass, leaning in to me to do it.
“You sure you’re ready?” he asked, tone still gruff, but now also sweet.
“Yes,” I answered, and I was. I also wasn’t. There was fear. But there was mostly excited anticipation.
“I play with you, you talk to me. Do not allow shit you don’t want because you think I want it. We go somewhere you don’t like, you say, it ends. Immediately.”
That was what I needed—just what I needed—to beat back the fear.
I leaned in to him, putting my hands on his chest. “Okay, baby.”
“Climb in bed, Cassie. I tie you down first then I play.”
Oh God.
I immediately got wet.
Yeah, no more fear.
I climbed into bed.
Surprising me, Deacon didn’t delay in tying me down. By that I meant he didn’t take his clothes off before he did it.
That said, he did it slow. There were caresses, like when he lifted my arm high and wide, he ran his fingertips up the inside, a ticklish, soft touch that was nevertheless effective.
And then he tied my wrist to the headboard.
To the other side, where he ran his lips up the inside of my arm. No tickle but the touch was definitely effective.
And then he tied that wrist to the headboard.
I had my legs closed, bent, my hips turned slightly to the side, and he ran a hand down my chest, my belly, and up to my hip where he put mild pressure but didn’t force me to move.
He looked from my hip to my face. “Trust me.”
“I do.”
“Then spread for me, Cassie.”
I held his gaze, dropped my hip, uncurled my legs, and spread for him.
He looked down at my body and the word, “Fuck,” came, sounding torn from him.
That was effective too.
His hand slid from my hip, down and in, his fingertips drifting through the wet between my legs, and his eyes sliced back to mine.
“Wet,” he growled.
“Yes,” I agreed.
He slid a finger in and I closed my eyes, my back slightly arching.
“My Cassie,” he whispered, gliding the finger out.
I felt his hand trail down the inside of my thigh, further down, and the bed moved so I looked to see him at the end. He lifted my leg and kissed the inside of my ankle. A shiver ran through me and it became a quiver when he put my leg back to the bed then wound the rope around my ankle.
He tied it to the footboard.