She looked up at him, but couldn’t quite meet his eyes. Her nipples were puckered so hard, she wished she could hide them from his probing gaze. But he wasn’t missing a thing.
The man knew too much. He would have to be killed . . . but later, after he got her off a few hundred times.
“What do you have to say for yourself, Addison?”
He stood over her, the strength in his stance and the sharpness in his gaze made her want to go belly down and grovel. To kiss the toe of his boot. Anything to make him happy with her. The haze moved in again, and she tried to fight it off, but it was like slapping at fog.
Uhh . . .
Please fuck my brains out?
Sorry about drooling?
My ass is in love with you?
She stared at him blankly for a moment, his stern gaze giving her a shiver that went through her whole body. Her nip
ples ached, and she wished he’d do something mean to them, even if she hated it.
“Um . . .”
He sighed and shook his head in disapproval.
If she didn’t say the right thing, was he going to punish her again? Lord, she kind of wanted him to.
“Do you feel like you learned anything from that?” he prompted helpfully.
She nodded slowly, her eyes widening. “Yes, Fox. I’m sorry. I’ll try to behave.”
He made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a groan, and grasped her chin, his thumb brushing her bottom lip. Before she could stop herself, her tongue darted out to taste it. Heat flared in his eyes and her body responded, only wanting to please him.
“I guess that’ll have to do for now,” he said, then cupped the side of her face. She leaned into it like a cat, and for a blissful moment he stared into her eyes and stroked her face. Every bone in her body melted into a messy little puddle.
“On the bed now.” He helped her up and onto the mattress as her legs wobbled beneath her. The feeling of her ass meeting the duvet made her want to pop back up onto her feet, but the satisfaction in his gaze when she winced made it worthwhile.
At some point he’d rebuttoned his pants, and the way his dick strained at the fabric, she knew what he’d want next. Would he be the kind of guy who liked teeth or not? Would he groan, or just watch her suck his cock in dominant silence? Or would he boss her around while she did it? The squirm she couldn’t control made her bottom ache.
He leaned past her, grabbing something behind her back.
Rope. Already? Dammit.
She thought of begging to suck his cock and struggled to control herself. Maybe he wouldn’t have minded hearing it, but letting herself get drawn so far into submissive headspace, so soon, was mortifying. But, these feelings weren’t just from today. All of their interactions to date had led her this far down the rabbit hole. Every gesture, every time he’d taken charge and done delicious things to her—there was a reason her mind was accepting his dominance so fast. He’d been priming her for this all along.
Fox arranged a few pillows under her back and head, propping her up, likely so she could see what he was doing.
With fluid movements, and long strokes of his fingers along her skin, he tied her wrist to ankle on both sides, then secured each ankle to the feet of the bed. Between the fact that he’d placed her so close to the end of the bed, and that there was no footboard, when he was done, she was wide open and vulnerable to him. When he surveyed his handiwork, his brows lowered at the one thing he’d forgotten.
“Fuck.”
She didn’t laugh, but it was close. Maybe she should have mentioned he hadn’t removed her underwear earlier, but who was she to point out the obvious to a man so intent on tying her up?
“You think this is funny?”
The only safe answer was to press her lips together and close her eyes.
Something cold touched her leg, and when her eyes flew open, Fox was grinning down at her lazily. The bottom blade of a pair of very sharp-looking scissors felt like a streak of ice on her thigh. Her heart rate kicked up a notch, speeding far faster than was probably safe. It wasn’t like it was a knife, but it was still sexy and threatening.
“I’m going to cut these panties off of you,” he said, his voice husky. “Is there anything you’d like to say in their defense?”