With one hand on the table beside my hip, he keeps his right hand between my legs. “The fact that I have self-control is the only thing protecting you.”
Protecting me? What the fuck is this dude’s deal? Seriously. Look at him? Should I run? Maybe you should call the police for me, just so your conscience is clear.
And then he asks probably the most dangerous question of all. “You want to know the power you have over me?”
My throat tightens. “Probably not,” I pant, my eyes practically rolling back in my head when he curls a finger. Yep, yep, right there.
His eyes are fierce, drinking in my every reaction. He’s breathing intensifies, as if being this close to me is physically painful. Not knowing what else to do, I lift my head and kiss him, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth. His tongue slides between my teeth.
“Fuck me,” I beg, wanting him inside me. “Anything you want, just fuck me.”
He pulls back, smirking. “Anything?”
“Don’t pierce me with a hook. I can’t get an infection.”
Something, an emotion, crosses his face, but then it’s rearranged just as quickly. “Telling a man like me he can have anything he wants is a dangerous offer to make.”
“I know.”
“And it’s still on the table?”
I laugh, never taking my eyes off his. “I’m literally on the table. For you.”
He removes his fingers; his hand remains between my legs. And then I feel him, there, the tip of him sliding back and forth over my clit. It’s just an inch, but I gasp in relief, struggling against the ropes.
“You’re tight,” he grunts, pushing inside me all the way.
I’m unable to hold back the moan that escapes my lips.
“Does that mean no one else has been inside you since me?”
But I do nod.
“Keep it that way.” I hear the smile in his voice, but I don’t look at him. I’m too busy staring at his cock sliding in and out of me.
He growls again, a wordless sinful rumble leaving his chest. His fingers make a slow path through the valley between my breasts, over my chest, and to my lips. He holds them there for a second and then pries them apart. “Suck your juices off me.”
Say what? At first, I don’t. I’m too caught up in the fact that I can’t move, and it’s all too much.
Then he adds, his voice a rough plea, “Don’t deny me.”
I close my eyes, tightening my thighs around his waist as he pumps in and out of me. “Eating pussy just isn’t my thing,” I say, half-teasing.
When I don’t suck his fingers, he lets out a long breath and grabs my chin with his other hand, a sudden edge to his tone. “What did I say?”
“Fuck, fine.” I open my mouth and suck on his long digits.
His voice lowers, his rapt attention on my mouth. His tongue slides over his lower lip. “You make me crazy,” he mumbles, as if the words came out unconsciously. His broad chest heaves, toned arms shaking as he holds himself up above me.
His fingers fall from my lips, his gaze suddenly serious, never wavering from mine. I force my breath in and out, absorbing every detail I can about him. I plant my feet flat on the table, driving my hips up to take him deeper.
Groaning, his forehead rests against mine, his hands on the edge of the table, guiding his movements into me. His tongue flicks out, tracing my lips. I kiss him back, our mouths clashing, tongues chasing our need for one another. Isn’t that what this is? A need?
Sliding in and out, heat spreads through my entire body.
“Don’t come until I tell you to,” he orders, noticing the way my walls clench around him. Every muscle in his body is tensed, his chest shaking.
I swallow hard, forcing myself to relax. “Please,” I beg, struggling against the restraints. “I need to.”
“No,” he grunts, slamming into me again and again. It hurts, but it’s the best kind of pain. This time I cry out, a newfound sheen of sweat covering my entire body. Turning my head to the side, I cough, unable to hold back the tickle in my throat.
It draws his attention, the crackling. I’m embarrassed, but he quickly works, setting a rhythm of an agonizingly slow pace that I’m sure is meant to drive me crazy. For the longest moments, he teases and tortures me with glacially slow thrusts. His breathing comes out ragged pants, fighting to hold the torturously slow