Page 32 of Dark Time

I looked down to see her teeth catch her lip in a soft bite of anticipation. “You promise?”

“You know I don’t say things I don’t mean, Emily.” I inhaled the scent of her perfume and wished I hadn’t told her we’d wait. I kind of liked the idea of her on her knees sucking me off, but it had been a while for both of us. I wanted to make sure she was satisfied too.

“I know you don’t.” Her hands came up to clutch at my chest, and her eyes glanced at my lips before she looked up into my eyes. “Can’t this thing go any faster?”

“Almost there, baby.” Just to increase her anticipation, I let my hand slide into the waist of her pants and down into her panties. “Doesn’t mean I can’t get things started, though.”

She gasped and then moaned as I slid a finger inside of her. She was already soaking wet and ready for me. I knew she loved sex as much as I did, so I wasn’t the least bit surprised. “You’re so ready for me, Emily.”

“I left Roxie before we even managed to get any shopping done. I just wanted to get back here to you.” Her eyes close as she spoke, and I stroked into her deeper, enough so that my palm was pressed into that most sensitive part of her.

“Then let me give you what you need, Emily.” The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. Time to play.

Emily

Thank fuck the migraines went away. That’s all I could think about that. I’ve never felt that terrible in my life and didn’t want to feel it again. The medicine the doctor gave me helped, but when they kept coming back, despite the pain medicine, he’d put me on a medicine that was supposed to prevent them, and I’d kiss him the next time I saw him.

I wasn’t about to take being pain free for granted ever again, not after that. Especially when Dylan was a part of my life now. He was so handsome and sexy, that not having sex with him actually started to depress me. I’d be in between migraines, looking at him and wanting him, but too tired to do anything about it.

Now, my energy was back, and so was my desire for him. He’d rocked my world in our new penthouse earlier, but I needed more. After dinner, I went into the office where he was typing up an email to his adoptive father and made him an offer he couldn’t turn down.

“If you want to have me again, Dylan,” I paused to make sure he looked up to see me in the black lace nightgown and black heels, “you’re going to have to catch me. And maybe tie me up.”

I held up the rope I’d found in his play room and when he went to stand up, I ran away. Only, I cheated, because I ran straight into the bedroom. When he caught me, he lifted me into the air, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

“You want to play, pet?” His eyes were as hungry for me as mine were for him.

“You know I do.” My lips found his, but that didn’t stop him from walking me to the bed. He dropped me and studied the length of rope I’d had in my hand.

“I think we can make use of this.”

I stretched out on the bed and waited for him to tie me up. I thought he’d just tied my wrists to the hooks on the back of the headboard, but he went a little further.

Each wrist was tied off to one side of the headboard, and then he took my feet in his hands. I wanted to ask him what he was doing; if he tied my feet together, I couldn’t open my legs, but then it all became clear.

With a rather wicked laugh he pushed my legs back, until they were over my head. Dylan has tied me up dozens of times now, and I’ve found it’s something I like, especially when it’s outside of his playroom. He’s more playful, less dominant, but still a sensual beast when he ties me up outside of that playroom.

When he had my legs tied to the headboard, I had a better idea of what he had planned. He was positioned in front of me with my pussy on full display. It was like he’d created a table of delights for himself, and all he had to do was lean his head down to partake in the offerings.

“Yes, I like this. Is this what it was like in your dream, Emily?”

I’d told him about my dream at the other penthouse. I just hadn’t realized he’d want to turn it into reality so quickly. I wasn’t about to complain.

“Very much so, sir.” I grasped at the ropes that connected me to the headboard and shifted around a little. “I knew you’d like it.”

“I do indeed.” His eyes were on my most intimate parts, bare and ready for his touch. Delight shot through me, mixed with a strong hint of pleasure, and I bit the inside of me lip to stop myself from begging him to touch me already.

Normally, when we weren’t in the playroom, Dylan didn’t bring out the toys, though he would sometimes. As I rested there, tied expertly to the bed, I wanted to ask him to get the nipple clamps. They heightened my awareness and made my nipples tingle with electrifying pleasure. I wanted that a little bit more.

“What else do you want, pet? I can see it on your face, something is missing.” His fingers reached out to touch me, but I was disappointed when he only trailed his fingers down my ass.

“It’s okay. I just want you to touch me.” I shivered as his smooth hand slid up my thigh, along my calf, and back down to run over my ass. “More, Dylan.”

“Not until you tell me what it was you wanted, pet.” His hand moved closer to the place I wanted him to touch me the most, and I let my head fall back.

His teasing would kill me. He’d keep it up, until I broke and told him, so I might as well get it over with.

“I want the clamps.”