Page 23 of Dancing With Temptation

“Fine. Now do the other hand.” She grinned as she rolled to her back and put her free hand up against the post. This time, Lincoln had no qualms about the tie. Roxie tried to direct him, but he ignored her until he had his ropes around her breasts. Then she very strictly told him what was too tight and what wasn’t tight enough. “You can do some serious harm if you aren’t careful, so keep an eye on my skin, and listen when I tell you something, alright?”

“Yes, but I’m the dom here, not you.”

“I think you might have to fight me to prove it tonight, Lincoln.” She murmured, clearly not cowed at all.

“I think I can change your mind for you.” He went to the drawer, carefully looking at her to see her reaction. She looked like she was trying to pull off uninterested boredom but failed miserably at it. Her eyebrows lifted when he opened the drawer holding nipple stimulation tools. He drew out those wonderful purple suckers and placed one on each breast carefully. He had tied the ropes around her breasts to resemble a cupless bra, then continued down around her waist and around each thigh. She wasn’t totally motionless, totally helpless, but she wasn’t going anywhere soon.

“Now, tell me something, Roxie,” Lincoln said as he came to the edge of the bed, a soft whip in his hand.

“Yes, Lincoln?” She asked, her eyes on the whip before they came up to accost his. He saw hope in her sultry blue eyes this time, a need to be conquered. He hadn’t seen that in her gaze before and it thrilled him.

“What did you do while I was in New York?” He held the short whip in his hand, flicking it around to get the feel of it.

“I rode my bike to the stores, ate at the restaurant, and read a few books.” She responded, confusion on her face.

“You didn’t think about me?” His head tilted in question, not sure what he wanted her reply to be.

“Well, no, I thought you were here, fucking your TV princess.” She sneered and looked away. He felt a pang of…enjoyment? Yes, enjoyment, knowing she was jealous, even if she chose to pretend to be angry instead.

“Ah, but you’re the only princess I know, Roxie.” He traced the tails of the soft leather whip along her toes, then up her legs. Teasing her, letting her know that he knew what to do with the tool. “Shouldn’t you have asked me sooner? What was that you told me? We have to trust each other and without trust, this won’t work? Isn’t that what you told me?”

“Yes, it is what I told you, Lincoln.” She answered, her eyes following the path of the whip, her face flushed from the efforts of the nipple suckers. When she moaned it was clearly involuntary, but then he’d pressed the hilt of the whip against her folds, so it wasn’t a surprise.

“And do you promise to trust me from now on?” He asked, moving the whip away to run the tails over her firm breasts.

“I do, Lincoln. I do.” She panted the words, and he was drawn down to the bed, too caught up in how aroused she was to ignore his own body’s need to be next to her. His fingers traced down her silky thigh, over her flat stomach, before going back down to the place he’d dreamed of every night since he’d last been with her.

“Are you sure, Roxie? Do you think you’ll get upset like that again if you see me with another woman?” It finally occurred to him what she’d admitted, a weakness, that she was upset because she thought he was fucking another woman. She’d been upset. The ice princess who didn’t feel anything had been…jealous. That was progress.

“I promise, Lincoln.” She answered, but he still didn’t believe her. Not yet.

“Let me help you roll over.” He tugged on the knots, running out more rope so she could turn over. To her hands and knees.

She didn’t try to take control or move away, she simply took the help he offered and knelt as he instructed her to do. He teased them both once he’d undressed and put a condom on. He pushed his cock against her, but not inside of her. He wanted to be sure she meant what she’d promised.

“Are you sure, Roxie?”

“Yes, Lincoln. Please fuck me.” She ground out the words, as if angry. Her back was taut, not an image of submission at all. But those stockings on her legs were a picture he’d never forget.

“Roxie?”

“Yes, Lincoln?” She almost purred his name when he moved his cock to tease her opening.

“You aren’t ready yet. You don’t mean it.” With that, he reached around to press a finger against her clit. To circle it in a way he knew she loved.

“Of course, I do!” She moaned, but she hadn’t made that sound yet. That sweet sound of frustrated need that signaled she was about to take matters into her own hands.

“No, I don’t think you do, Roxie.” He moved down behind her to swipe his tongue over her glistening folds, pushing her torso down to aim her ass higher. “I’ll know when you’re really ready.”

His next swipe produced a keening sound, something new that he’d never heard her make before.

“Lincoln.” He heard her gasp his name and wondered if now was the moment. “Please Lincoln, I need you inside of me.”

“Hmm, maybe.” He replied without moving away from her, he just kept stroking her skin with his tongue. Her hips moved in time with his tongue, telling him she was enjoying every moment of this most intimate attention. A thick finger slid into her opening produced a clench from her that nearly made him lose his own control.

“You have to fuck me, Lincoln. Now.” This came out as a growl, almost guttural. The sound of a tigress warning her prey she’s about to attack.

That was the sound he’d been waiting on. One final check of the condom he’d put on, and he plunged into her with one sure thrust. Almost immediately she started to pulse around him, her hips pounding against his. Lincoln’s strong hands took over when he grasped her hips and held her still to thrust into her roughly, hard and fast the way her body demanded him to. It was rough, wild, and perhaps still a little vanilla compared to what he’d witnessed earlier, but this was progress.