my hands off your
body.” Theo shook his head. “I can’t do that to you. I won’t be the cause of
your ruined record.”
“You said I’m a stubborn woman.” Although I didn’t voice it as a
question, Theo nodded. “So what makes you think I’d allow you to make me late?”
“I’ll tie you up and make you surrender.”
“No way in hell will there be any tying up on mornings I have to go to
work.”
“What if I can’t help myself?”
I pushed his arms overhead and grasped his forearms without resistance.
“Then I’ll tie you up and take things
at my pace, giving me plenty of time to get to work.”
He chuckled. “You have an answer for everything, don’t you?”
I grinned down at him. “I do.”
Theo stared up at me, his inner war evident in the play of emotions on
his face and within his eyes. “I don’t trust myself,” he finally said. “We need
to wait.”
“No.” I leaned forward, pressing my chest against his and shifted my
hips, reminding him of the willing pussy within reach.
“Stop chasing me, little lamb,” he whispered, his body unmoving.
I exhaled across his lips and breathed in his sweet breath. “I’ll stop
chasing when you stop running.”
He clenched his eyes shut. “I hadn’t expected to fall so hard so fast,
but you mean too much to me—”
“You don’t trust yourself, but do you trust me?”
The liquid depth of his dark eyes latched on to me. “Yes.”
I ran the tip of my tongue along his lower lip.
“Goddamnit, Charlene,” he growled.
Within a breath, I lay on my back, pinned by his hard body, my arms
held overhead in one of his hands. “I’ve been dying to contort your body with
rope and string you from that ring in my ceiling. Tonight, little lamb” —he
cupped my cheek with his free hand and traced my lower lip with his thumb— “you’ll
give yourself to me. Every inch of your skin. Every corner of your mind.”
“Yes, Sir,” I all but moaned as a wave of need blasted through me,
prior topic of conversation melting away as images of being tied up in his
ropes burned my mind.
Theo climbed off the bed and stared down at me, his hard length
glistening from my pussy juices I’d rubbed against him. “On your feet, sub.”
I slid off the side to stand in front of him. His dark eyes peered into
mine, an array of emotions flitting—reservation, lust, and need beyond the
sexual gratification that lit my insides like the sun.
“See the ring in the ceiling?” he asked without taking his gaze off my
face.
I glanced up, scanning the smooth plaster until I found what he meant.
My tongue darted out to moisten my parched lips. “Yes.”
“Turn up the lights then stand beneath it. Eyes forward.”
Theo
Goddamn Charlene and her begging blue eyes. Fuck it. If she wanted to be dominated, fucked, and loved, then so
be it.
Although guilt pricked, I grabbed my hemp ropes and a blindfold from
the closet. Her body trembled as I drew close to her backside.
“I’ve never found someone I wanted to bind in my bedroom before. You’re
the first—and last.” I brushed her hair off her neck with the coiled rope and
pressed my lips against her soft, peach-scented skin.
Her moan twitched my already throbbing cock, but I focused on the long
task ahead of making sure Charlene finally let go.
“Tonight, little lamb, you’re not allowed to speak. Only feel and
listen.” I tied the silk blindfold tight around her eyes. “These ropes” —I ran
them down her backside, creating a shiver in their wake— “are an extension of
my hands. They’ll embrace you, keep you safe, and set you free just like you
want.”
Goose bumps covered her lush skin. “And after, Sir?”
I leaned down and whispered against her ear, “I’m going to make love to
you with nothing between us.”
“Oh, yes.” A sigh escaped her lips, and I smiled in satisfaction as
some of the tension left her shoulders. She’d already offered more submission
than she had the last
body.” Theo shook his head. “I can’t do that to you. I won’t be the cause of
your ruined record.”
“You said I’m a stubborn woman.” Although I didn’t voice it as a
question, Theo nodded. “So what makes you think I’d allow you to make me late?”
“I’ll tie you up and make you surrender.”
“No way in hell will there be any tying up on mornings I have to go to
work.”
“What if I can’t help myself?”
I pushed his arms overhead and grasped his forearms without resistance.
“Then I’ll tie you up and take things
at my pace, giving me plenty of time to get to work.”
He chuckled. “You have an answer for everything, don’t you?”
I grinned down at him. “I do.”
Theo stared up at me, his inner war evident in the play of emotions on
his face and within his eyes. “I don’t trust myself,” he finally said. “We need
to wait.”
“No.” I leaned forward, pressing my chest against his and shifted my
hips, reminding him of the willing pussy within reach.
“Stop chasing me, little lamb,” he whispered, his body unmoving.
I exhaled across his lips and breathed in his sweet breath. “I’ll stop
chasing when you stop running.”
He clenched his eyes shut. “I hadn’t expected to fall so hard so fast,
but you mean too much to me—”
“You don’t trust yourself, but do you trust me?”
The liquid depth of his dark eyes latched on to me. “Yes.”
I ran the tip of my tongue along his lower lip.
“Goddamnit, Charlene,” he growled.
Within a breath, I lay on my back, pinned by his hard body, my arms
held overhead in one of his hands. “I’ve been dying to contort your body with
rope and string you from that ring in my ceiling. Tonight, little lamb” —he
cupped my cheek with his free hand and traced my lower lip with his thumb— “you’ll
give yourself to me. Every inch of your skin. Every corner of your mind.”
“Yes, Sir,” I all but moaned as a wave of need blasted through me,
prior topic of conversation melting away as images of being tied up in his
ropes burned my mind.
Theo climbed off the bed and stared down at me, his hard length
glistening from my pussy juices I’d rubbed against him. “On your feet, sub.”
I slid off the side to stand in front of him. His dark eyes peered into
mine, an array of emotions flitting—reservation, lust, and need beyond the
sexual gratification that lit my insides like the sun.
“See the ring in the ceiling?” he asked without taking his gaze off my
face.
I glanced up, scanning the smooth plaster until I found what he meant.
My tongue darted out to moisten my parched lips. “Yes.”
“Turn up the lights then stand beneath it. Eyes forward.”
Theo
Goddamn Charlene and her begging blue eyes. Fuck it. If she wanted to be dominated, fucked, and loved, then so
be it.
Although guilt pricked, I grabbed my hemp ropes and a blindfold from
the closet. Her body trembled as I drew close to her backside.
“I’ve never found someone I wanted to bind in my bedroom before. You’re
the first—and last.” I brushed her hair off her neck with the coiled rope and
pressed my lips against her soft, peach-scented skin.
Her moan twitched my already throbbing cock, but I focused on the long
task ahead of making sure Charlene finally let go.
“Tonight, little lamb, you’re not allowed to speak. Only feel and
listen.” I tied the silk blindfold tight around her eyes. “These ropes” —I ran
them down her backside, creating a shiver in their wake— “are an extension of
my hands. They’ll embrace you, keep you safe, and set you free just like you
want.”
Goose bumps covered her lush skin. “And after, Sir?”
I leaned down and whispered against her ear, “I’m going to make love to
you with nothing between us.”
“Oh, yes.” A sigh escaped her lips, and I smiled in satisfaction as
some of the tension left her shoulders. She’d already offered more submission
than she had the last
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