Page 162 of Wicked Angel
“It’s a yes.”
“Come here.” She got to her feet and took my hand. Then she led me up the stairs to my bedroom like she owned the place. Naked.
I followed obediently.
Whatever the fuck she had in mind, I was there for it. Naked, hard, and willing.
Except I wasn’t naked. Not yet. She brought me to stand beside my bed and then stood naked in front of me and warned me, “Don’t touch,” kinda like I told her last night on the patio. Then she took her sweet time slipping my belt from the belt loops in my jeans, one by one. When she looked up into my eyes, she smiled at me.
I was starting to sweat again. If she didn’t undress me soon, I’d tear off my own clothes. My dick was the only thing out, and the rest of me wanted to follow suit.
But somehow, having just my cock out made me feel more naked.
Did she know what she was doing to me?
I watched as she played with my belt, wrapping it tentatively around her wrist. The way she went about things made it feel like this was her first time. Like everything we did together was her first time. But she also had all these ideas…
I swallowed. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know how experienced she was. Or wasn’t.
Or with fucking whom.
I just wanted this,thistime, to be the one she remembered.
And came back for again.
So I waited, trying to be patient, while she fussed with the belt. Then she placed it carefully on the bed. I blew out a breath, trying to keep calm as she slid my shirt up and dragged it off over my head.
Then she took the belt and wrapped it around my wrists in a sort of figure eight, buckled it and cinched it fairly tight. I could still get some play. I could maybe pull out of it, with some effort. But when she stood back to check out her work, I just let my bound arms hang in front of me.
“Raise your arms over your head.”
I did as I was told and her eyes moved appreciatively over my body, from my bound hands, to my face, to my mouth, where I licked my lip hungrily. And down my chest, down my abs, to my unzipped jeans, where my cock stood straight up, aching for her attention.
My eyes dragged over her too, completely naked in front of me.
“Holy…” She faded off, swallowing. “You are so sexy.”
I groaned. “Angeline.”
Her eyes met mine. I still couldn’t fucking tell if this was calculated or not. If she knew she was slowly driving me crazy.
“Can you take off my pants and fuck me, for fuck’s sake?”
Her cheeks went pink. “Oh. I just got distracted…” She drifted her fingertips down my abs.
“This isn’t payback for last night?”
“Um, no. But it could be.” Her eyes flashed with mischief and I groaned.
So, not calculated. She was savoring. Exploring. Playing with me. Going with whatever felt good, for both of us.
That thought made my heart thud, a heavy, hot rhythm that put me strangely at ease.
Safe. I felt safe with her.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt unsafe in a sexual situation before, but there it was. Angeline made me feel safe. And it was like a drug coursing through my veins, languid, warm, making me melt into this.
She moved to push my jeans down, then nudged me to sit down on the bed so she could slip them, and my underwear, off.
