“I . . . I think so. Yes.”
My cockhead tingled and my balls tightened. I clamped down on my own need, spinning her again.
“Undress me first before I get started on you,” I ordered.
She gulped, stunned. And I wondered if she’d refuse. After an endless moment, a sensual smile curved her lips, and I knew I was in for a rare treat. I knew Roya had never been like this with any other man.
She lifted up onto her toes, linked an arm around my neck, and pulled my lips to hers.
My groan tumbled into her mouth as her tongue sweetly swept inside. I gave her total control and, while she kissed me, she shoved the jacket from my shoulders.
She drew back to rush through the buttons on my shirt, her impatience making my breath jagged. It took her little time at all to unknot my tie or to flick off the cufflinks.
Then she moved behind me to slowly roll the shirt from my shoulders, her fingers dusting the entire way down my arms. The shirt rustled away, and I rolled my neck, flexed my back.
A murmur left Roya as her fingertips coasted along my muscles, effortlessly raising chills on my flesh.
I swore roughly.
She laughed in a smoky tone then, following that touch with a barely-there caress around to my abdominals with her tits pressed to my back.
“I can’t believe you’re letting me touch you like this.”
When I turned my head, my gaze smoldered into her. “It won’t last much longer.”
“Hmm,” she hummed coyly.
I’d known the seductress was inside of her. Now I was experiencing it fully.
After waltzing around to my front, she lowered to her knees. She discarded my shoes, my socks. She opened my buckle but left the belt in the loops then undid the top of my pants. Never losing contact with my eyes, she craftily toyed with the zipper against which my blood-engorged cock butted.
“Roya,” I warned.
It was her breathtaking smile that told me she’d been waiting for that threatening rumble in my voice.
She lived to follow my most base orders, and wasn’t that a goddamn turn on.
The zipper rolled down, each notch of the teeth heightening the arousal flushing through my system. She grasped my briefs along with the trousers and tugged both down until I stepped from them.
Biting into her bottom lip, she perched upright. Her hot breath hit my raging cock, and my spine went rigid.
She licked up the whole underside of my shaft then helped herself to the trickle of precum rolling out.
Lips parted and eyes glossy, she asked, “Anything else I can do for you?”
“So much more.” Grasping the lengths of her hair, I gave a hard tug. “Now stand up.”
I didn’t help her as I watched the way she sinuously unfolded her body from the floor. She stood, awaiting next orders, not once shifting her eyes away from mine.
“Undress for me.”
Her cheeks hollowed and turned pink. “Aris . . . I . . .”
“Interesting. You find it easier to get me naked than to take your clothes off for me?” I kept her gaze snared in mine until hers roved to my rampant meaty cock. “Undress, Roya.”
She hesitated for just a moment longer before carefully stepping from her sandals.
I took a further step away from her, lightly stroking fingertips across my glans to spread the dripping precum.
Watching me, she grew bolder. She licked her lips, peeling the dress from her body until it floated to the floor.
Oh yes.
Beneath that pretty, demure dress, she had on the kind of lingerie that made me growl inside. I removed my hand from my cock, slowly relaxing my fists at my sides.
The strapless bra created high hills of her tits, the upper curves of her dark areolae peeking out. Her flesh shined, her exotic coloring in direct contrast to the icy blue lingerie. The panties dipped low on her mound and cradled the soft pouch of her pussy.
I waited—wracked with desire—until she discarded those final two garments, leaving her deliciously nude.
I extended a hand to her, bringing her to me for a long possessive kiss that made my skin sizzle.
Running my fingers down her neck, I dipped my lips close to her ear. “Stay right here.”
A complex mix of emotions moved across her lovely face; whether she could trust me, curiosity about what I was going to do next and, above all, palpable desire.
I didn’t go far, only to a large ornate chest at the foot of the bed. From within, I gathered several crimson red shibari ropes of various lengths.
As soon as she saw what I held, she drew in a breath that made her breasts wobble.
I returned to her, keeping my movements easy. I lay the coiled jute on the bed within easy reach before getting on my knees. I swept my palms up her trembling legs, placing hot kisses at various places along her inner thighs.
“When I tie you up, when I put you in bondage, it isn’t to keep you captive.”
“Liar,” she accused in an airy voice as I unwound one of the ropes.