Oh, heck.
Whatever he wanted, she knew it would set her alight. She did as he asked, and he went around behind her. Holding her arms there, at the small of her back, made her breasts push out even more, making them protrude so much she wondered they didn’t pop from the tension. If there were birds and bees out there, she couldn’t hear them. The thump of blood in her arteries and heavy sigh of her lungs had come to the fore. And the clink of buckle and slide of leather fed into the growing tightness along her arms, from wrists to elbows, where they lined up against each other. She couldn’t separate them. He was buckling them together, no other explanation possible.
More straps. Restraining me.
Lord. This, then, was the control he’d spoken of. Not utter and complete—she could move—but closer than he’d taken her before. Every part of her sang like a soprano on the highest note and came alive. Theo bit her neck. Electricity swept sizzling through her, from top to bottom. Yes. Oh, God, yes…
“Hinchcliff and Co. do make very nice clothing. I think you’ll agree?”
She half-groaned out her reply. “Yes.”
She looked down at herself, where her breasts jutted out, and felt wetness seeping from between her legs, near where her buttocks rested on her heels. She was naked except for the jacket and pushed-down leggings. The buckles above and below her breasts made them and her nipples stick out and ache. She struggled a bit, tried to free her arms. Nothing gave.
Heat pulsed, vibrating from everywhere, becoming one unified throb that threatened to turn her into jelly. Theo resumed biting her neck. She couldn’t do anything to stop him—even her legs were trapped by where the leggings were wound around them at her knees. She panted, wanting him between her legs.
“You tied me,” she blurted hoarsely, amazed at her own reactions. Why, oh why, did this make her so hot?
“Not really. No ropes.”
Mmm. But almost the same. He’d found a middle ground that she liked. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her, trusted him not to—maybe that was the difference?
He set her straight, held her shoulders a second or two to make sure she balanced properly, then moved away and lay down.
With his eyes lit up with amusement, Theo rested on his elbow regarding her. He was still clothed, though his erection pressed at his pants hard enough to show a clear outline.
“This is so much better. Ropes are nice, but I think this could be worth exploring in the future.”
How casually he assumed power. She wanted him so much, and he lay there—cool and calm.
She remembered where they were. “Mightn’t someone see us?” she said thickly. What is he doing over there? She wanted his touch.
“No. And if they did? Would you mind?”
“I…don’t know.” She shocked herself with that answer. If someone saw her, like this, exposed—oh, that excited her even more.
He rose to his feet and efficiently stripped off his clothes, removing his trousers last. She couldn’t help staring at his erection, recalling what it had been like in her mouth. Her * squeezed as he walked toward her, the hard muscles of his chest, abdomen, and thighs shifting enticingly.
Why she wanted this, she didn’t know, but the allure of being restrained was obvious now, even to her. Her body heat climbed to inferno level.
“I’d like to put this”—he put his fist around the base of his cock—“in there, inside those soft lips. Wet your lips and open your mouth.”
He wanted to…fuck her mouth. She squeezed her thighs tight together, swept her tongue over her lips, and opened her mouth.
The soft tip of him nudged her and then pressed in until the hardness of his shaft entered. She moved her tongue around, feeling him out, welcoming him in. Then she felt him slide farther, farther, and the tip touch the back of her throat.
“I’ll be gentle.” His voice was tight. “Ahh, yes.” A thrill ran along his penis, and she felt it twitch. He halted.
Even with her hands strapped behind her, she felt in some control of his pleasure and explored him, swirling with her moist tongue.
Steadily, he thrust in and out of her mouth, gripping her shoulder and head. She tasted saltiness and the sweetness of the grape juice from where his fingers had touched his cock.
He slowed, drew back to her lips with just the head inside.
“Enough.” He withdrew, his cock popping wet from her mouth. This time, he was the one gasping. She looked up at him from beneath her brows and lazily curved her tongue across her lips. Daring him.