Page 21 of Brazen Obsession

“I promise to kiss it better after, flower.” He smirks, but it’s not his normal flirty smirk. There’s an edge of darkness to him tonight. Has been since he came in to rescue me in that mansion. Since he thought he lost me. “Good so far?”

“Yes.” I want to say another word with it to show him I’m his to do whatever he wants with, but there isn’t a word that would suit Finn. He’s not a sir or a boss, not even a master. There’s no urge to tease him and call him something like Captain.

He smiles and lowers his mouth to touch mine. “You’re doing so well, flower.”

When he rises from kissing me, he climbs behind me on the bed and works on the rope along my spine. He tightens it so my arms are held in place.

I release a breath as he leans over to pick up another bundle of rope. He’s made a harness of sorts around my chest, under and around my breasts, molding the dress to my skin.

Finn climbs off the bed and stands in front of me. His cock strains against the front of his pants, making my mouth water and my pussy clench. He grabs the front of the harness and I’m helpless as he tugs me forward a little. If he let go, I’d fall and I’d be powerless to stop it. But I know he won’t let that happen. His mouth hovers over mine. My breath hitches as sparks rain down inside me.

“Next time, we’ll do this in Drew’s pleasure palace. Where you can watch every move.”

Longing pulses through every inch of me. I want him inside me. I need his kiss more than my next breath. When he lowers me back on my heels, I whimper. That devilish smirk lights his features.

He draws the rope through his hands and sits to one side of me. He pushes my dress up to my hips before he begins to wrap the line around my thigh and calf, binding them together. My thighs are damp with my arousal.

“Where did you learn to do this?” I ask softly, breaking the silence in the room.

Finn lifts his green eyes to mine and smiles as he continues to wrap my leg. “I love the female body, the form, the shape. The curves and dips. The softness and surprising strength. I love every inch of you.”

My heart squeezes. He brushes his lips over the fabric pulled tight over my breast. My nipple aches for more stimulation but he returns to his task. He makes knots along where my thigh and calf meet.

I release a breath when he doesn’t touch me more. “I didn’t ask why, Finn.”

He lifts his gaze to mine and gives me that impish smile. “Noticed that. Did you?”

I arch an eyebrow.

He finishes binding that leg and stands, taking another length of rope. He runs it through his hands before sitting beside me. There’s something about that movement that lights me on fire, knowing he’s going to use that rope on me.

When he begins to bind my other leg, his breath releases against my shoulder, sending a shiver through me.

“I love to experiment with sex, flower. I’ve dabbled in a bit of everything.”

Somehow that doesn’t surprise me. He’s a known fuckboy among society. I’m fully aware I’m nowhere near his first. But I’m not about to hold his past against him.

“I found a group of like-minded individuals and got involved in bondage.” Finn brushes his lips against my bare upper arm and sparks ignite. “Something about ropes fascinated me. The act of tying is just part of it. Feeling your partner’s skin. Having them trust you. Using the binds in ways that make it toe curling for both of us.”

His heated gaze meets mine. I’m already soaking wet and ready to move on to the sex part, but this part is good. He finishes up my other thigh.

“It’s about submission. Release. Letting the rope hold you instead of straining against it.”

My hands touch the back of my neck, drawn together by the position. My thighs are spread and bound to my calves. I can’t move. The only thing I can do is surrender. They have complete control over me. It should feel like I’m helpless, but I’m not. I hold the power to stop everything with just a word.

“For me, it’s a power exchange. You trust me to keep you safe while I hold you exactly how I want.” He slides his fingers along the inside of my thigh. His eyes hold mine. “You trust me, flower?”

“Always, Finn.” And I mean it. I’ve always trusted him.

My breath catches as his fingers draw closer to where I ache, but then he pauses and smiles.

“Touch me, please,” I whisper.

“Fuck, I can’t resist you. You know that, right?” His heated eyes meet mine as his fingers sink into me. I gasp as he begins to gently fuck me. “Once I gave in. Once I tasted you. You were all I could ever want. Ever desire.”

His thumb caresses my clit in small circles while he fucks his fingers in and out of me. I can’t move with him. Can’t do anything but take what he gives me. It’s intoxicating. The sound of his fingers fucking me is almost obscene with how wet I am. How ready I am to come.

He sinks to his knees before me. “The first time I sucked your pretty clit and you came all over my tongue. That was it. I couldn’t go back. No one else compares to you, Sara.”