It was amazing how my body was already anticipating it. The downward rush, the searing heat. I knew it was coming, and I craved it like I had never craved anything before. This had gone beyond want and desire, and had ratcheted up to pure addiction.
All made more acute by the fact that I didn't know what he had planned. He'd grabbed the shoelaces, that's all I knew, but my heart started racing in an instant, a complete Pavlovian reaction.
But when he led me back to the dressing rooms, I stood there, biting my lip. All around us were the sounds of tourists calling to each other. The wails of a crying child, the bickering husband and wife. His bedroom was one thing, but here? In the open, when anyone could find out?
Then he yanked me into a dressing room and shut the door behind him, and I had no more time to think. There was just enough time to note the mirror on the back wall, the hook on the side wall and the fact that the walls didn't go all the way down to the floor. This was the furthest thing from private, and yet...
"Turn around," he said me, and that was that.
I turned, obeying him on instinct, feeling the flat of his hand against the small of my back guiding me until I was pressed flush against the side wall. Just on the other side of it, I could hear the sound of someone undressing, the soft grunts and little sighs. Her shadow was visible on the floor underneath me. I was merely inches away from someone else undressing...
While Rett was undressing me.
He yanked down on my tank top, reaching into my bra and letting my breasts spill over the top. Palming them in his hands, he ran his thumb over the peak and then pinched down. I stifled a small gasp. "Get your arms up," he ordered me, and I obeyed him instantly, raising my arms over my head.
I heard the jingle of his belt buckle and nearly swayed place with the force of my need. I caught a glimpse of him in the mirror, his eyes so darkly green they were almost black. He had that look on his face, that calm, composed focus, with all of his attention on the task at hand. There was going to be no denying him, now that he was like this.
And I fucking loved that.
I loved him.
I expected him to pull his cock free once his belt was out of the loop, but instead he wound it around my wrist, threading the tip through the buckle to catch my wrist in a cuff before winding it in a figure eight to catch my other hand. I could hear my breath coming faster now as he wrapped it around the hook for hanging discarded clothes and pulled upward.
My arms were caught up above my head and a low moan escaped my lips.
"God I love you like this," Rett said, murmuring against my skin. "When you're like this," he said, reaching down to snake his hand down my thigh, and pressed against my knee, forcing my stance wider. "I don't know whether I should force you to your knees and stuff my cock between your lips, or fall down and worship you instead."
I heard the crinkle of plastic, and looked down to see that he was unwrapping the package of shoelaces.
Then I caught a glimpse of my own self in the mirror, cheeks flushed, my breasts spilling from the top of my tank top, and I barely recognized the wanton creature that stared back at me, completely undone. And what was more, I liked seeing it.
With that same careful precision, he caught one ankle in a knot, tying the shoelace around it. "Wider now," he ordered, and his voice was rougher, more ragged. I recognized how close he was to losing control because I was right there with him.
I slid my legs wider, and he caught the other end of the shoelace against the post that held up the divider between the two rooms. Then, quick as anything, he did the same for my right foot, tying my ankle and lashing it to the other post where the dressing room met the wall.
Then, he trailed his hands up my legs, gathering my long skirt into bunches that he held in his fists, just like reins.
We were both breathing hard now. I was so delirious with desire that the slightest touch had me panting. I arched my back, pushing myself closer to him. "Please," I begged, my wrists straining against the leather that held me fast. "Please."
In an instant he was there, his arm around my stomach pulling me flush against him.
"You'll get what you want," he growled, nipping against my ear lobe. "But first, I'm going to take what I want."
I shivered.
"So wet already," he murmured against my ear as he slid his hand between my legs." I moaned in agreement, searching for him. "I fucking love you, you know that, and you love this, don't you Brynn? Do you feel that? The way the leather holds you fast? You know I've got you, and I'm not..." He paused and took a ragged breath as I felt him gather my skirt higher. "I'm not going to let you go."
He punctuated that statement with a thrust. I yelped, going up to my toes, feeling the weight of that promise. That he wasn't going to let me go, he wasn't going to let me fall. He had me, he held me, and he was holding me together.
That first searching thrust made us both gasp out loud, and I was certain that I heard the person in the other dressing room pause, and listen, and somehow that made me even crazier. I turned my head, the cold press of the well against my cheek, and watched in the mirror as Rett fucked me from behind. I was lashed in place, completely at his mercy, and the way that he used my body was the way a musician plays his instruments. He reached up, holding a fistful of the leather belt in his hand for leverage as he drove upward, filling me. With the other hand he grabbed my skirt, coiling it up and pressing it into my mouth. I bit down on the fabric to hold back the screams that were gathering in my throat.
"If you come," he rasped into my ear. "If you come they're going to hear you. All these people. I'm going to make you come now. Everyone's going to know."
I nodded, desperate, biting down on my skirt as I squeezed back the scream, but he thrust deep inside of me at the same time that his thumb pressed down on my clit. My muscles clenched and he reached down, wrapping both arms around my waist, pulling me down to meet him with each thrust.
The muffled slap of skin on skin filled my ears even as I opened my mouth wider. The skirt fell away, and I turned to sink my teeth into his shoulder. He growled in ragged animal grunts and I felt the muscles tighten in his belly. "Yes," I gasped. "I want it, give it to me," I said in a voice I didn't even recognize as my own.
He buried his face in my shoulder, and his whole body tightened, every muscle twanging like the plucked string of a guitar. With a shuddering groan, he came inside of me, but kept thrusting, kept moving his hand against my clit, wrenching one more ragged, desperate orgasm from my body before I sagged back against him, pulling the belt tight as I fell.
It was only then that I recognized that all sounds from the dressing room next to us had ceased.
"She heard us," Rett said, and there was more in his voice and I could understand.
"She must have," I breathed.
His eyes darted back and forth across my face, as if he were trying to read me like a book. I inhaled sharply when I saw that his eyes were still dark and hungry. I bit my lip, wondering if he was going to fuck me again, my body already pulsing with need for him even as my pussy still clenched in the aftershocks.
But instead he reached up and untied my hands.