Page 46 of Broken & Bound

“As you wish,” I murmured.

I dipped my head low to lick up the first few drops of cum from his stomach. I didn’t think I’d actually like it as much as I did, but his taste had me singing a different tune. I moaned as I took my time kissing each area I licked.

“I like the way you taste, Lev. But I think you should fuck me, now.”

His eyebrow raised, and he picked me up and took me over to the bed. Gently, he laid me down and then snaked his hand between us. He cupped my pussy.

“Damn, princess, how are you this wet?”

“It’s your fault.”

He mashed the palm of his hand hard against my clit and teased my opening. With the stupid underwear still on, it kept his fingers from gaining entrance. Fuck, he was going to tease me.

“Take them off,” I growled, and then added, “I want to feel you inside me. Now.”

“Look who is being a demanding little shit.” He shook his head. “As it is, you’re already in line for a punishment. Did you forget already?”

“Lev,” I whined, dragging his name out.

What the hell did he want from me? I closed my eyes and sighed, pushing my pussy harder into his hand. He didn’t take the hint. Instead, he backed off and trailed sweet kisses along my neck.

Once he reached my ear, he whispered, “If you want my fingers on your pretty little pussy—and my cock—you’ll need to stop making demands, apologize a little and start begging.”

My breath caught in my throat as I sputtered, “Be-beg you? You want me to beg for it?”

“I want you to do a lot of fucking things, but begging is where you can begin. Truthfully, your sweet little ass should get a good spanking, and then I should just put you straight to bed.”

“But I need you inside me. Your fingers, your tongue, your cock. But I won’t beg,” I said.

This dance of ours was unleashing a feral beast inside me, freeing me with each second that passed. I’d never felt more alive than I did staring into his golden amber eyes. My ass cheeks clenched together at the thought of his powerful hands smacking them.

He leaned back between my legs, staring down at my body. He closed his eyes, his cheek twitched, and his lips moved.

Was he counting? Dear God, he was.

Vulnerability bloomed inside me, and my eyes were drawn down his magnificent body. His cock was once more rock hard and stood proudly between us. Why wouldn’t he just fuck me? It was what we both wanted.

Pride wouldn’t let me beg. Maybe I’d misjudged my ability to do this after all. Damn, I needed to really talk this shit out with the girls in depth. Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t feel him until he leaned down to kiss me.

The heat of his cock touched my skin and sent a shiver through me like a jolt of caffeine. It pressed hard into my stomach as he explored my outer thighs with his hands. His lips left mine. Then he was gone.

My eyes followed him around the room. He walked over to the closet and shuffled around. I gulped as he stalked back toward the bed with a silk tie. He wrapped it dramatically around both of his hands, leaving a portion of it stretched taught between each hand. My heart beat rapidly.

What was he planning?

Once more, he straddled me and ran the band of silk between his hands across my nipples. They hardened into painful points, making me groan. It was heaven against my heated skin. Then, without warning, his hands dropped, and he moved, capturing both of my wrists together.

Deftly he wrapped them with the silk tie, but he hadn’t tied the ends. It was symbolic, a test. One I would pass if it killed me. With a deep breath, my hands closed on the ends of the tie, and I gripped them.

Look at me, being compliant and obedient—I wanted to yell.

He waited a full minute, and when I cocked my head to the side as if to say, ‘What are you waiting for?’ he chuckled. He’d done some magical move when he wrapped my hands because with a quick pull the material tightened, and the realization that I was officially bound rattled through my brain.

I tried to conjure my feisty attitude, to rally my inner attitude, but she was nowhere to be found. The bitch had left me entirely, leaving in her wake surrender and smack me upside the head, relief. Comfort, unlike anything I had ever encountered, enveloped me.

Is this what submitting to the right man felt like?

As I tried to come to terms with the raging feelings coursing through me, he snapped his fingers.