Never taking her eyes off him, she let one hand slide down her body to the apex of her thighs. She was well aware she was putting on a show for him, and hell that made her even hotter.
Mia let her fingers slide across her mound, pressing down briefly on her clitoris. Even the slight pressure she applied made her sigh in pleasure. The spanking and emotional outburst that came after conspired to make her languid and ready for an orgasm.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Case growled, though he made no move. He didn’t need to. He was perfectly, sexily intimidating from where he stood. “You make yourself come and I’ll have you tied up and taking an anal plug before you can take another breath. That’s one of the rules and an important one.”
She stared at him. He was so hot when he was threatening her with dirty sex. “You brought an anal plug?”
“And lube, princess. I learn from my elders. I’ve always got a bag packed in case a gorgeous blonde shows up in need of help. I have to be able to discipline her in any way I see fit. I’ve got some rope in there, too.”
She wasn’t sure she liked the sound of that, but she didn’t stop what she was doing. After all, if he did have a plug, she would bet he wouldn’t hesitate to use it. “I’ll have to remember to be good then.” She took a long breath because her pussy was soaking wet. “I bet I did a number on your jeans, Sir.”
A slow smile crossed his face. “You did and no, I don’t mind at all. And Mia, I know what that look on your face means now. That’s the frown you get when you get jealous. I packed the bag for you. I don’t actually keep a go-bag with full-on bondage toys sitting in my closet. You kicked me in the balls and I crawled over and managed to grab a bunch of lube and sex toys. I was optimistic. Get your finger wet. Fuck your little pussy with it.”
She moved her finger down again, circling it around her core before dipping inside. It wasn’t enough. Not nearly. She was certain her Case was so much larger than that tiny finger of hers, but she imagined it was his cock. He would dip inside her, filling her up and rubbing her all the right ways. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, her arousal coating her finger.
“Stop,” Case commanded. He moved to the side of the bed. “Let me see.”
She drew her saturated finger out of her pussy and offered it up to him. Hopefully he would see that she didn’t need more foreplay. She was ready for him.
Case grasped her wrist and drew it up toward his mouth. His tongue came out, licking off the cream of her arousal. He sucked her finger into his mouth and tasted her.
She felt it deep inside. “Case…”
He couldn’t make her wait. She’d waited forever to be here with him, to have him connect with her.
“You taste like heaven.” He stepped away, going straight for his duffel. “I think I need more. Grip the headboard.”
Was he trying to kill her? Why couldn’t he jump on top of her and take her? She was ready. More than ready. Her whole body was primed. She watched as he pulled his boots off and tugged his jeans and boxers down, leaving that magnificent warrior body on display. He reached down and when he turned, there was a length of rope in his hands.
She quickly gripped the headboard, unwilling to risk another long spanking. The man liked to draw things out.
“Excellent.” He put a knee on the bed and showed her the rope. “I’m going to tie you down because you’re a very slippery girl. I don’t want you running off in the middle of sex. I want you entirely focused on me and what I’m going to do to your body.”
“I’m focused, Case. This is entirely unnecessary.” The words came out in a breathless plea because he was naked. He was all kinds of beautifully naked, and she could see his cock. It was as magnificent as the rest of him. Long and thick, with big balls she wanted to lick and suck on. His dick was hard, the flesh a shade of red mixed with purple, and she could already see a pearly drop on the head.
How could he be so hard and ready and not jump her?
He chuckled as he went to work on her hands. He bound her right wrist in an elaborate tie before threading the rope through the round pegs of the headboard and going to work on her left wrist. “I doubt that. You’ve got issues. You see something shiny and you take off after it. I need you to understand that I might not be the shiniest thing you ever chased after, but I’m the thing that caught you and I’m going to keep you. Even if it means tying you up.”
She liked how it felt to be at his mercy. It was a fantasy of hers, but she could only indulge in it because she trusted this man with her life. Case would move heaven and earth to make sure she didn’t get hurt.
When he was done securing her, he stepped back and laid a palm flat against her chest, above her breasts. Slowly, like the freaking sadist he seemed to be, he moved his hand over her body, cupping her breasts and trailing down.
“Tell me this is mine.”