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I wet my lips and, struck by a sudden thought, run my palm down the front of his jeans—along the hard outline of him. He lets out a sharp hiss but doesn’t release me. Instead, he brings his mouth to my ear to whisper, ‘Cheat.’
‘I’d nod my head in agreement if I could.’ I smile as his lips and tongue trail their way across my neck
‘And I’d tie you up if I could. How do you think your boundaries would feel about that?’
‘Oh.’ That one breathy sound isn’t an adequate response. My real response to being tied up isn’t happening in the vicinity of my mouth but much farther down. I’d be embarrassed to admit that if he cupped between my legs, he might find what he’s looking for in more ways than one.
‘Well, trouble, do we have a definitive answer?’
‘We could try,’ I suggest.
‘You’ll put yourself in my hands.’ I nod as best as I can. ‘Trust me with your body,’ he whispers, kissing the soft skin at the base of my neck.
‘Uh-huh.’
‘Let me tie and tether you.’ I nod again. His mouth at my shoulder now, he sucks hard, pulling the purple of his previous sucking bites farther to the surface, no doubt. Probably deepening them. My knees almost give out, my insides pulsing with each suck—throbbing as he pulls his mouth away. ‘Let me eat you out until you’re squirming all over my face.’
‘Yes.’God, yes.
‘Fuck you so hard you won’t remember your name.’
My eyes flutter open as his free hand lands on the curve of my hip and he says my name.
‘W-what?’
‘I asked if you’re down for that.’
Was my melting, throbbing response not enough for him? Can’t he see I’ve almost turned to a puddle of need?
‘I’ve got all night.’ There’s an edge of warning in his voice but also something else. Despite the ferocity of his gaze, I think I get what he’s saying. He’s not going to fuck me, then run off. He’s got time, and he wants my permission to take it.
‘Yes.’ My voice sounds thick when I eventually speak. ‘Yes, please. Take your time.’ Do whatever to me.
Keir’s gaze never moves from mine. My hair still in his fist, he watches me intently as though weighing my sincerity.Or looking for cracks in my resolve.But I like how he holds me—like the strength of his gaze. Like the feel of his fingers against my hip. Relish the tethering hold of my hair in his hand. I delight in how he takes up the whole of my vision, revel in how consumed my thoughts are with what he might do.
What he will do.
He kisses me then, each press of his lips against mine is a little deeper, a little more desperate, until he’s feeding me his tongue and I’m moaning for him. But just as quickly as it starts, he pulls away, his hands falling from my hair, the base of my skull pulsing in beats as blood flow returns.
He feeds his hand into his jacket pocket, pulling out a navy coloured neck tie.
‘One you prepared earlier?’ I aim for a little tease but end up sounding sultry.
‘More like a pleasant coincidence,’ he answers, wrapping the blue silk around his fist. I can’t help but watch him, thinking about my hair in his fist and what it felt like to be vulnerable to him. How wet it made me. How wet I feel now.
In the still of the room, Keir slides his jacket from his shoulders, dropping it onto a chrome and wood suitcase stand. Then he returns to the window; though, this time, he sits on one of a pair of silver-coloured velvet armless chairs.
‘Take off your clothes.’ He’s not even looking at me as he speaks, but rather unfolding his tie and spreading it across his thigh. ‘Leave your underwear on.’ His head rises, and this time, his eyes do find mine. His deep voice and attention like a sudden shot of hard liquor straight to the vein. ‘Well?’
My clothes.I cross my arms at the edge of my sweater and pull it over my head as the cloud of my hair settles around my shoulders and back, an added layer of sensation I really don’t need. I slip off my shoes as he watches, then unzip my jeans and push the tight denim over my thighs, then off my feet.
Standing in only my cream lace underwear, I watch as his eyes roam over me, taking in the triangle of my panties and the slight ruffle at the edge of my strapless bra.
‘No polka dots tonight?’ He half smiles, pushing his long legs out in front with a sigh. ‘Do you know how lovely you are,’ he asks, beckoning me over.
Tiny shivers of anticipation run down my spine at his words. But I don’t move. Not yet. I give myself this moment to revel a little. To appreciate the size of him. The breadth of him. My desire for him.
But it would be counterproductive to wait too long. In several steps, he’s taking my hand to pull me to straddle his legs. My hands fall naturally to his shoulders, his own finding my hips where he settles me against him.Against the hardness of his lap. Closer now, I can smell the minty freshness of toothpaste over the scent of his aftershave as I run my fingers through his hair. ‘So lovely,’ he repeats. ‘And I know you taste as good as you look.’
