“Fuck, baby!” Oliver cursed and jerked open the second drawer, pulling out a couple of silk scarves, before he walked to the bed and joined her.
He straddled her midsection, then leaned over her, the erection behind his boxer briefs brushing against her stomach. “Stretch your arms over your head.”
“In a moment.” She would comply with his wish, but there was something she wanted first.
Without embarrassment she tugged on the waistband of his boxer briefs, pulling them down as far as his position allowed. Then she closed her palm around his hard cock and squeezed the firm flesh.
Oliver moaned loudly, his eyes closing, his head falling back. His breathing accelerated as she stroked him, running her hand up and down his length.
“You’ve gotta stop,” he begged, “or I’ll spill all over you.” His eyes opened and met hers.
“And would that be so terrible?”
He gripped her hand and gently pried it off him. “Yes. Because I want to come inside you when you’re climaxing.”
Then he took both her hands and pinned them over her head. With swift and surprisingly practiced moves, he tied both her hands to the bed frame. She pulled on them slightly and noticed that they were loose, just like he’d promised. If she curled her hands, she could slip from the bonds.
“Promise me something.”
She looked up into his blue eyes. “Yes?”
“Pretend you can’t escape those bonds. I’d like to believe that you’re at my mercy, even though I know that I’m at yours.”
She nodded, surprised at his words. Did he really think he was at her mercy? Or was this all part of the sexual game they were playing? Either way, she liked the feeling of power that suddenly coursed through her. For so long, she’d had none. Now, she felt strong and invincible.
“In that case, come a little closer.” She dropped her gaze to his cock, noticing how he did the same.
A sharp intake of air signaled that he’d caught on to her thinking. “You’re not . . . ”
Deliberately slowly, she ran her tongue over her lower lip, then lifted her eyelids to meet his surprised look. “You did it to me.”
“This isn’t exactly how bondage works,” he said as he scooted farther up her body, lifting himself onto his knees in the process. “I’m supposed to be the one telling you what I want you to do.”
“Well, then maybe you should command me.”
Oliver gripped the headboard behind her and leaned forward, bringing the tip of his erection to her mouth. “Suck me!”
“Thought you’d never ask.” On her last word she licked over the mushroomed head, tasting the salty drop of moisture that had collected there. Then she slid her lips around the tip and opened wider.
Oliver eased forward, pushing his cock into her mouth, moaning out his pleasure all the while. He was only halfway inside her, when he pulled back and repeated the movement. His skin was velvety soft, but beneath it, he was hard as steel. When she looked up at his face, she saw how he watched her with fascination. His eyes were filled with lust, his lips parted. She could see the tips of his fangs. They had lengthened. At the thought of what he could do to her, a flame shot through her core. But instead of sending her into a panic, she felt her womb pulsate with need.
Instinctively, she sucked harder, pulling more of his shaft into her mouth. Oliver’s head fell back, and he groaned loudly. “Oh, God, Ursula!” His hand slid underneath her nape, holding her there as his rhythm increased. But he didn’t push any deeper into her, aware that his cock was too big for her mouth, and that she would choke if he did.
Then suddenly, with a suppressed curse, he pulled out of her and moved backwards.
“Fuck, baby, you’re too good.”
She smiled and licked her lips. They felt tender now. As if he knew what she needed, he bent down to her and kissed her softly to soothe them.
Moving his mouth to her ear, he whispered to her, “You have a very wicked streak, trying to get me to lose control like that. And wicked women have to be punished.”
Her breath caught and instinctively, she pulled at her bonds. But his hand came up, stopping her from slipping from the bindings. A shiver ran down her body, and her heart began beating frantically.
“Easy.”
His lips connected with the heated skin on her neck as he planted soft kisses on it. Slowly,