Taming Her Bad Boy

She takes her time dragging her gaze back up to meet mine, but when it does, there’s a dark anticipation dancing in her eyes. “No, you don’t,” she says simply. “Now, sit on the bed.”

My brows arch upward as she slaps the end of the tie against her palm. “Vienna, I—”

“Go sit on the bed, Cohen,” she says again. “You’re not the only one who wants to play.”

I stand there for a moment, in utter disbelief, until she steps forward with her hands pressed firmly against my chest, forcing me backwards. First one step, then another. At the side of the bed, her throat moves audibly as she swallows hard. “Sit down.”

Her gaze is locked with mine as I do as she says.

A long, slow breath passes her lips, and I can tell she’s relieved that I actually obeyed her. She repositions the tie in her hands again and clears her throat.

“Now, I want you to lean back on the bed and put your hands above your head.”

I lean back, just as she requests of me, but I must have taken too long putting my hands where she wanted them because Vienna snaps the tie against her hand again, watching as my eyes widen slightly.

I've never seen her like this. And I must admit, it's kind of hot. It’s also got me anxious enough that the pit of my stomach is in knots.

After that, I keep my eyes glued to her, but my hands are above my head on the pillow, just as she’s ordered me to do.

“Now,” Vienna says in a calmer voice, a stark contrast from the tone she used only a moment ago. “I want you to relax and tell me what feels good.”

I'm surprised when she holds the tie tightly within her fist and climbs up onto me, letting her mouth guide the way as she kisses and sucks and nips her way from my hip bones, up my abdomen to my chest, deviating slightly to travel from my collarbone to the muscles in my shoulder before finding that soft, tender spot at the base of my throat, the one she knows damn well will give me a raging hard-on if she touches it.

A choked, startled intake of breath passes my lips, the sensation of her mouth against my Adam's apple immediately making me squirm.

“Don't move,” she commands. She raises her head only long enough to give me a warning look before returning her attention to my throat, utilizing the warm wetness of her tongue and the soft sensuality of her lips to send my blood into boiling temperatures.

“Vi, I—”

“Enough,” Vienna barks in a low voice. “I said don't move.”

I hadn't even realized I'd been wriggling under her touch.

Without another word, she hikes one leg up over me, straddling my hips. She peers down at me through heavy-lidded eyes, biting her bottom lip seductively. The waiting and wanting is slowly driving me insane with every second as I watch her with bated breath, wondering what she's about to do to me next.

She hasn't let go of the tie in her hand yet, and she leans forward, a movement that pushes her bare breasts closer to my face. I can't restrain myself from lifting my head slightly and flicking my tongue against one of her erect nipples.

A discretion I'll pay deeply for, judging by the fiery look in her eyes as she glares down at me again, one brow arched high on her forehead.

She thinks I didn't just hear that muted groan that escaped her lips the moment my tongue touched her. But I did. She’s enjoying this.

“I'm pretty sure that I told you to tell me what feels good,” she says evenly. She doesn't move, and neither do I.

A crooked smirk forms on my lips as I gaze up at her. “Seems to me that that must have felt pretty good for you, if that sexy little groan of yours is any indication.”

Vienna stares down at me for a long moment, then turns her attention to my hands, still rested just above my head on the pillow. I'm surprised at the force she uses to knot the tie around my wrists. It’s enough for me to turn my head, trying to see what she’s doing. She then ties my bound hands to one of the rails within our antique metal headboard.

“Aww, Vienna, don't be like that,” I laugh. “This can feel good for you, too, you know.”

But obviously mutual physical gratification isn't on Vienna's schedule right now. “Trust me,” she says with a faint smirk of her own, “This will be feeling pretty good for both of us. You needn't worry about that.”

The way she says it makes me suddenly second-guess being the one with my hands tied tightly above my head.

Satisfied with her handiwork, Vi slides back down my body, very purposely grinding her pussy against my cock as she moves.

“Damn,” I mutter. The sensation is like a jolt straight to my balls, making my cock twitch and stiffen immediately.

“You like that?” She remains straddling my hips, my erect cock standing before her like her own personal play toy. She tilts her head, watching me curiously as her finge