I looked at him. My heart was pounding so loudly in my ears that I had to strain to hear what he was saying to me, and I didn't want to miss a word.
When he let the rope fall down to tickle my calf, I hissed and drew my leg back like it burned me. His lip curved into a wry smile, and he reached down to smooth his hand over my leg, up and up, until he brushed my inner thigh. "You're so soaked," he said, gazing intently between my legs. "I don't even need to take off your panties to see you clearly but..." He reached up and hooked his finger around the waistband and yanked down. "They're in the way of me being able to kiss your sweet pussy."
I hissed, going up on my elbows. As he pulled down, I arched my hips, and then laid back, acutely aware of how naked I was. How clothed he was.
"Move up," he ordered me.
It's that bossiness. It did something to me. Feeling drugged, I backed up on the bed until my head brushed the slatted headboard. I looked up to see him kneel over me, straddling my chest.
I could see the whole shape of him straining against the dark fabric of his jeans. He was so hard it looked painful. But his breathing was calm and even as he dragged the length of rope up my torso, letting the edge tickle along my breasts before he slid the rope under my back. He cradled me gently for a moment, and I zeroed in on the pulse at his neck which was beating slow and steady unlike my own frantic drumbeat. Then he lowered me back to the bed and pulled out two equal-length ends.
He twisted them deftly, concentrating them into a knot between my breasts, before looping them up to catch my upper arms, then drawing them tight so my arms were caught at my sides before looping the ends again to catch my wrists together in an intricate knot right at my belly button.
All the while he worked, his face was calmly fierce. When he drew back and let his hands fall to his side, I could see him surveying his work and there was no mistaking how much he liked what he saw.
"Is it too tight?" he whispered hoarsely, brushing his hands over my breasts.
I swallowed back a gasp and wiggled a little. The rope held me firmly, but gently, almost like being cradled. He'd tied me carefully, almost lovingly and no, "It's not too tight."
"You look... beautiful."
I twisted a little under his gaze. "Thank you," I squeaked.
But the thing was, I believed him.
His eyes blazed a moment and his tongue flicked out, darting across his lower lip. He was quietly rapt, almost worshipful and there's no doubt of what this was doing to him.
The question was, what was it doing to me?
It was strange how not being able to move heightened everything. I felt everything and when his warm breath struck my thigh, I had to bite back a scream. I wiggled, feeling the ropes against my skin.
When his finger slid up my seam I nearly levitated, and he instantly pulled back and looked at me. I could see how my chest was jerking with frantic breath, and he could see it too, because he placed a gentle hand against my cheek.
He raised his eyebrows. "Don't worry," he said, walking forward on his knees. "I'm going to tell you exactly what I'm going to do to you, but first, I want you to tell me what you want."
I swallowed, squirming within the confines of the rope. It didn't seem to make sense to say anything other than, "Whatever you want."
His eyes burned into me. He reached down and took my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and I gasped and squeaked as he pinched. "No, Brynn," he rumbled, his voice filling my ears. "Tell me. Speak up. Look me in the eye and say what you want." He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to mine again. "I'll give you everything, you just have to ask."
"L—" I licked my lips. "Lick me," I gasped.
He made a sound, almost a groan of relief, and when his tongue found my pussy it was like a fucking bomb went off inside of me. All the heightened sensation sent me over the edge almost instantly, because this had gone way beyond using each other to get off. I wasn't here for just a booty call, I'd come to see the real him and the real him was groaning between my legs, using my knotted wrists as leverage to devour me more thoroughly. He was showing me a side of himself that no one knew, of that I was more certain than I was of my own name.
In fact, my own name had completely abandoned me. "Rett, fuck, Rett," I chanted, over and over like a prayer. I felt like I was falling at the same time I was held tight. With nothing to hold on to except the ropes that bound me, there was no chance of me being able to hold back.
For a second, I flashed outside of myself, hearing how loud we were, how savage, how completely unleashed, and I thought that maybe I should be embarrassed over how thoroughly I was losing control. But then Rett's tongue slid against me again and all of my thoughts were centered on more, I need more.
"Come now," he urged me, his lips sliding against my slick skin and there was no way I could disobey him. In a flash, I was doing exactly as he commanded, the heat clawing through me and catching me on fire. I exploded against him and I was certain that the only thing that kept me from shattering into a million tiny pieces was the rope that held me together.
I must have said something, screamed something, because he pulled back and nodded. "Tell me," he urged again, his lips parted in awe. "Fuck, look at you," he demanded and his voice was raw and ragged. "You look so... Fuck I don't know whether to spank you or put you on a pedestal."
I'd come so hard only a second ago, but his words awakened another burning need inside of me. I looked down at him, making sure he saw me clearly when I said, "Spank me."
He growled something low and profane and I caught the phrase, "ruin me," on his breath before he knelt upward and then leaned forward. His lips caught mine, brushing and nibbling before he slid his hands under me.
With a yelp of surprise, I found myself lifted and turned in midair. I landed on the bed with my ass in the air, my cheek grinding into the comforter.
"Fuck," he rasped, sliding his hand over my wetness. I gritted my teeth against the surge of need his touch commanded, feeling new heat blooming all over my body. "I could look at you like this forever." His hand smoothed over my ass cheek, cupping it lightly. I tensed for a moment, expecting him to spank me right then, but his hand kept moving in slow, soothing circles, and I sighed, rocking back into the rhythm, before...crack went his palm, striking me hot and quick, and I cried out at the sudden pain. But instantly his lips were on my skin, licking and kissing, his hand smoothing it away until the sharp sting bloomed into an aching heat.
"Yes," he groaned. I heard the sound of skin brushing fabric and wished like hell I could see him stroking himself after spanking me, because I knew what he was doing to me was driving him crazy as much as it was me.
My nipples brushed against the comforter, sending a small shockwave down my spine. And then I gasped again when his hand came down on my other ass cheek, but this time I welcomed the sting because I knew he'd soothe it into bliss once more.
"Yes," he groaned again and pushed my ass higher before his tongue found me again. With my whole body alight, nerve endings singing, it felt like a matter of nanoseconds before I was screaming again, burying my face in his comforter to bite down on it.
His hands smoothed down my back, then around to tweak my nipples again before he rolled me onto my back. "This might sting a little," he told me as he reached for the knot at my wrists and for a second I want to yell, "No!" and yank them back, except I couldn’t move. Also, because I trusted him and his dark eyes and my singing body had me ready to do whatever he said.
When the rope slid free of the knot, I hissed in a sharp inhale. He was right, the place where it chafed against my skin was marked and reddened, but he lifted both of my wrists to his lips and kissed away the sting before he pressed them over my head, his body pressing on top of mine.
"Tell me what you want," he ordered me.
And he was so hard between my legs that I could only gasp and beg him, no longer worried about telling him what I needed because I knew he'd take care of me.
"I want you to tie me back up and fuck me."