Page 84 of Big Stick Energy
“Right.” She clears her throat. “Okay, Captain. School me. Show me the error of my ways.”
The moment the words are out of her mouth, I tighten my arms around her and rise from the chair. She lets out a little yelp of surprise, but I’m already heading inside, toward the bedroom.
When I get there, the bed is pristinely made. It gives me great joy to reach down and yank the comforter onto the floor. Then I set Darcy down on the edge of the bed. “Let’s get this out of the way.” I nudge the straps of the world’s best bikini off her shoulders. “Off, please.”
The command has Darcy glancing up at me. She reaches around to her back and fiddles with the closure. Holding my gaze, she drops the bikini top and lets it slide off the bed, revealing herself to me. Then? She leans back on both elbows and gives me a sultry look. “Better?”
“So much,” I say roughly, because weeping with joy might destroy the tough-guy cred I’m working on. “Now, lie properly on the bed. Head on the pillow.”
She lifts her smooth legs and moves into position, just like I asked.
“Good girl,” I encourage her. I’m shedding my own shirt now. And—fuck it—my swim trunks, too. My cock stands tall at the ready, and I see her eyes travel there and stop. She licks her lips, and my whole body tightens with expectation.
But I have plans, and they don’t involve her mouth. Not just yet, anyway.
Instead, I move onto the bed and kneel, nudging her legs apart. I drop down onto my elbows, my lips skimming a trail across her tummy, right above her bikini bottom. Her stomach ripples, and she sighs.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” she says softly. “More.”
“You’ll get more when I’m ready,” I insist. I move to her inner thigh and lick a stripe across her skin. She makes another soft noise and moves her hands into my hair.
“Nuh-uh,” I say suddenly, glancing up. “No touching me.”
“Okay,” she says quickly.
And when she spreads her arms out on the bed, it gives me an idea. “Darcy—I’ve got a question for you. Answer carefully. Remember your plans for my bow tie?”
Her cheeks redden instantly. Fascinating. “Y-yes?”
“Was that just a joke? Because I’d like to restrain your hands, if you’re into it.”
She inhales sharply. “Do it.”
I sit up slowly, taking in her excited flush, and hoping she really means it. “Yeah?”
“Just said so, didn’t I?”
Can’t argue with that. Wouldn’t even want to try.
Chapter 30
You Get It Now?
Darcy
Eric stands to cross the room, and I try to regulate my breathing.
He can tie my hands to the bedpost with his new bow tie.That’s what I’d written in my DM. It had been a joke, but only sort of. I mean—it’s a top-tier fantasy of mine.
Fantasies, though—they usually don’t come true. I can’t believe I’m watching Eric borrow the tiebacks from the heavy draperies at the window and stalk toward me with the heavy satin ropes in his hands. Then he reaches for one of my wrists, which he lifts off the bed.
“Here we go,” he says, looping one of the ropes around one of the vertical spindles on the headboard and then sliding my hand through. “Grab here,” he says, showing me where to hold the loop, before he expertly cinches the rope to the spindle.
When he’s done, I experiment with the tightness. The rope is secure, but it’s not going to hurt me.
“You solid?” he asks quietly.
