When he reached for me, I stayed his hand. His eyebrows shot up. I could see the questions behind his brown eyes. Was it a game? Did I want him to overpower me?
I shook my head slightly. Not this time.
With a quick movement, I ripped the panties down their seam, lace tearing with a quiet snip. He and I both stared at the scrap of fabric in shock. Well, I’d imagined him tearing through my panties, not me, but this would be better. Just this once.
“Shall I?” I asked softly.
His eyes blazed. He looked…furious. But his breath quickened and his cock bulged as thick as ever through the jeans. Oh, he would like this. Just this once, and maybe a few more times, just to be sure.
I straddled his thighs and tied the panties over his mouth. Reaching around, I fastened the bra into a kind of makeshift handcuffs. The same way he’d tied me up last night. The whole time, I was acutely aware of the raw power between my legs and within my embrace. I only tied him up because he let me.
But then again, that was why he tied me up too.
“Good?” I asked.
His eyes were flames of frustration, of desire. He wanted to attack me but the pink-flower bonds and my wish to do this held him bound. “Poor man,” I whispered, trailing a finger down his temple. It must be hard for him to give in, even for a little while.
I would have to give him a reward.
The ridge in his jeans tempted me. I wanted to suck on the spongy head, to flutter my tongue at the tip, to drive him crazy when he couldn’t take control, couldn’t thrust.
Although maybe he still would. His hips were already moving, without any stimulation to his cock. He was fucking the air, overexcited from just seeing me naked and getting tied up.
He was so damned responsive.
Sucking him off would hardly return the favor from last night. I’d already done that. A good time for all, but I knew what he wanted. What he needed. Gently, carefully, I helped him lie flat on the bed. It didn’t look easy. He had to lie on his hands, which were still bound behind him. However, the discomfort was part of the allure. I wanted everything for him. Even pain.
And besides, he looked so good spread out, broad chest pressed up into the air, flat abs trailing into his jeans. He looked like one of the Greek statues in the guidebook for the Louvre. We’d get to see the artwork soon, but this was even better—marble turned man.
I shoved the panty-gag aside and pressed my fingers into his mouth. “Suck.”
He bit me. Of course he did. I had to pinch his side until he let go. We both knew he could have overpowered me at any moment. With his body, with his teeth. But he didn’t, and that was a greater gift than a shuddering forbidden orgasm. Greater even than a honeymoon in France.
I straddled his face and knelt over him. “Get to work. And no biting or you won’t like what happens next.”
He licked me eagerly, belying the fierce defiance in his eyes. But no, I read that wrong. It was the game we played that made it look like reluctance. As his eyes fell shut, I saw only triumph and bliss. He’d asked to do this so many times. And each one, I had refused. He could make me, but it wasn’t the same. Wasn’t the same at all as me tying him down and fucking him with my face.
Reaching down, I tugged on his hair, hard enough that he’d feel the sting. “There’s a good boy.” His eyes snapped open at that, twinkling with warning.
I laughed. “You’re going to make me pay for this, aren’t you? I can’t wait.”
We stayed in our hotel room the next two days, ordering ridiculous quantities of room service while he showed me all the ways he could make me suffer. I expected a complaint to make us keep quiet, especially after a few choice times. But I guess everyone knows what to expect from newlyweds, even stuffy bellhops. Even jaded air marshals.
Even rough and tumble truckers from Texas knew what happened on a honeymoon, and Hunter made it hurt so good.
The End
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