I knew that about myself with unerring certainty. But more than that, I wanted this man, fully and completely. I wanted to see what was inside him. To understand his needs and his desires.
I wanted him to open himself to me. And I could only hope and pray that by opening myself to him—by trusting him completely—that he would trust me in turn.
As my thoughts circled around, Cole adjusted the rope, tying a knot that brought the two separate strings together. Then he positioned that knot right over my clit before continuing to secure the end of the rope to the section that encircled my waist.
The end result was similar to wearing crotchless panties—if those panties were made out of rope and designed to stimulate with the slightest motion.
“You move, you even breathe, and this will drive you just a little crazy.”
“It already does,” I confessed. I felt the pressure of the knot rubbing against my sensitive flesh, and sending waves of pleasure rolling through me. But it was a frustrating sensation, because while it felt damn good, it also wasn’t building, and I knew that the torment of this particular setup was to get a woman hot—but to never quite get her to come.
“It’s a little evil, isn’t it?” I asked wryly.
He chuckled. “Just a bit. What can I say?” he asked, sliding his hand down to cup my sex and making my body arch in response and demand. “I like you primed and ready—but you only get to come when I say.”
“If I ever said you were a nice man, I take it back.”
“I’m not a nice man, baby. I really thought you knew.”
I almost grinned, but was quickly distracted by the way Cole had hooked his fingers under the rope just above my belly button and was guiding me back to the bed. In one fluid motion, he picked me up, then held me close in his arms. He murmured my name and then, before I had the chance to lose myself in the sweet sensuality of being held by this man, he put me gently on the bed.
Gently, however, wasn’t gently enough, because as he laid me down, the cord that stretched so intimately beneath me shifted over my clit at the same time that the weight of my body pressed against the plug in my ass. I gasped, then clung to him. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?” I asked, my voice heavy with arousal. “Do you have any idea how primed you’ve made me?”
“I intend to take you much further,” he said, then reached for the two pillows at the head of the bed. He pulled them down, then situated them under my hips, raising me up while my torso angled slightly down to the mattress.
He spread my legs, and the motion caused that damnable knot to tease me mercilessly, sending heat coursing through me, making me wild and frustrated and itchy and so damned needy I wanted to scream. “Please.” I forced my voice to stay level. “Christ, Cole, please.”
He eased between my legs, his cock erect, and his face reflecting so much desire and adoration, that I thought I could come simply from the way he looked at me.
“Next time I want to bind your arms behind you, flip you over, and take you from behind. But tonight I want to see your face when you come, and when . . .” He trailed off, and I saw mischief in his eyes.
“Cole?”
“Tell me you want to go further,” he said, his voice shifting to a new level of intensity that excited me all the more. “Tell me you liked my palm on your ass, my hand twisting your nipples. Tell me you liked it rough.”
I felt my sex clench simply in response to his words and his tone. “You know that I did.”
“Tell me,” he repeated.
“I liked it. I liked it all.”
“Baby, I want to give you every form of pleasure I know, but some of them aren’t reached except by passing through the curtain of pain. I’m going to take you there. Take you high, I promise you. Do you trust me?”
“More than anything.”