Montana Desire

Chapter 18

Grant

Cori was looking up at me with such trust, flushed and breathless. There was nothing I wanted more than to carry her upstairs and show her that she could trust me. And that what she wanted wasn’t bad, crazy, or anything else that had been put in her head about it. But there were things we had to do first.

Because I did value her trust.

“You have your phone with you?” I asked.

“Yeah, why?”

I smiled. “I’d like you to call someone. Someone you trust. Maybe Lena or Evelyn. Tell them what you’re doing, and that if they don’t hear from you in three hours, they should call Jude to come beat my ass, or if they feel inclined, the police.”

Cori’s eyes went wide. “Why?”

“I’m glad you trust me,” I said quietly. “I fucking love that. But you’re still putting yourself in an incredibly vulnerable position by letting me tie you up. Alone. In my house. Especially for the first time. It’s for your peace of mind.”

“But…what about Lena?” she asked, indicating who she would call. “She’ll know about you.”

I shrugged. “Then she knows. I don’t mind. There’s nothing wrong or shameful about this. And you said that you already spoke to her about it.”

“Yeah.” She tugged on her bottom lip with her teeth. “Three hours?”

“I would say all night, but that seems selfish the first time.” I smiled and watched her process the idea that this was the first time we would do this and not the only time.

I had every intention of continuing. She’d let me step into this role the other night without any effort, but this would be more intense. No part of me was interested in taking control away from her during day-to-day life. But in the bedroom? I would take whatever control she gave me gladly, with the intent of making the pleasure sharper for both of us.

Cori stepped back and pulled out her phone. She called whom I assumed was Lena and spoke quietly. She was still flushed, probably from embarrassment, but the odds of her telling her friends about this after the fact were high anyway. I’d rather she feel completely safe.

She hung up and looked at me, placing her phone on the table. “What now?”

I took her hand and pulled her into the living room with me. “Now we’re going to talk for a minute.” I sat on the couch and brought her with me, settling her so she was straddling my lap. The position she would have the most control in for the rest of the night.

“It feels like you’ve done this before,” she said.

“Yes, I have. But not for a very long time.” Curling my fingers under the hem of her shirt, I lifted the fabric, and she helped me take it off. The color looked beautiful with her hair, but I wanted the feel of her skin. And for her to feel some vulnerability here. This wasn’t as easy as she thought it would be.

“We need to talk about what’s okay and what’s over the line. Not everything has to happen now, and I don’t want to do something that will make you panic.” I dragged my hands up her ribs and felt her breath quicken.

“You can do anything,” she said. “I trust you.”

I tightened my hands. “Don’t ever say that,” I said firmly. “I don’t even want to think about you doing this with someone else, but in case you do—what does ‘anything’ really mean? Could I poke you in the eye? Take a knife and slice you open? Anything covers more than you want.”

She stared at me for a second. “I didn’t think about that.”

“That’s why we’re doing this.”

Cori’s hands fell on my shoulders. “But what if I don’t know what I want yet?”

I stroked my hands down her spine this time. “I’ll tell you what I’d like to do, and you tell me if anything is off-limits. And before I do that, I want to be clear that telling me no isn’t a bad thing. I’m not going to be disappointed or turned off by it. That’s how negotiations work. You meet somewhere in the middle.”

“Okay,” she said softly. Her fingers curled in my shirt. She was nervous. Given what had already happened with Joel, it made sense.

Circling her wrists with my fingers, I held on to them so she’d have the feeling of being lightly restrained in her mind. “Tonight, I would like to restrain you with rope. No handcuffs or anything else this time. I might use your wrists and ankles, maybe your thighs. And blindfold you.

“I intend to take you with my fingers, mouth, and cock, in various combinations, using your mouth and your pussy. I’m going to lick, suck, and taste anywhere I want on your body. And because you like it, I’m going to make sure that my words are filthy.” She blushed at that. “Anything else, we can talk about another time.”

She’d gone tense on my lap. “That’s…very specific.”

“Yes.”

“I don’t want to be blindfolded. Not the first time.”

I nodded. “Fair enough. No blindfold.”

Cori relaxed. It had been a test—one I expected even though I’d already told her I wouldn’t be upset. “What kinds of things do you mean when you say next time?”

Smiling, I pulled her in to kiss her. “Getting a little ahead of ourselves.”

“I still want to know.”

“Sky’s the limit,” I said. “I could tell you that you weren’t allowed to talk. Or not allowed to orgasm without permission.” She moved unconsciously when I said that. Interesting. Sliding my hands around, I cupped her ass. “Maybe you’ll let me play here.”

Cori’s eyes were dark and wide. She was aroused, and I fucking loved that. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“It’s happening,” I said. “Unless you tell me to stop. And tonight, just telling me to stop will be enough. No special safe words. Just tell me to stop, and I will.”

“Yeah, I highly doubt I’m going to want that.”

“You never know,” I said. “But I do want to know everything about this fantasy you had. Where were you?”

She swallowed, and I could tell she was going back and forth about whether she actually wanted to tell me. “In a bed.”

“Tied up?”

She nodded.

“How?”

Blood rushed to her cheeks, and she gripped my shirt again. “My hands were above my head. My legs were…open.”

“Good. Thank you for telling me.” A breathless moment passed between us. “Is there anything you need before we start?”

She laughed. “It sounds so formal.”

“I know.” I smirked and shifted her off my lap. “Come with me.”

I held her hand all the way up the stairs into my bedroom. It was as plain as the rest of the house—something I was more aware of now that I’d been in hers. But I had a very large bed, and it had convenient posts at the corners, though I hadn’t done anything like this since moving to Garnet Bend.

I turned at her slight resistance coming into the room. She was staring at the bed, and I pulled her against me. “There is no such thing as too late to change your mind, you know.”

“No,” she said quickly. “I want to. I just didn’t expect to be nervous. Is that weird?”

“Not at all. Nerves are good. They mean you’re paying attention.”

“Okay.” She smiled, and I kept her close.

I kissed her slowly, enjoying the feeling of her body relaxing in my arms. I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of that feeling. It was fucking beautiful.

Moving lower, I pushed her hair off her neck and tasted her skin. Now that we were doing this, I felt like an addict. I couldn’t get enough of her.

“I’m going to take this off, okay?”

“Okay.” Her voice was nothing but breath as I unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor.

I stepped back, drinking in every curve. The way her nipples were already hard. A deeper shade of pink than her lips. She was beautiful. Incredible.

“Get undressed,” I told her. “I want to show you the rope first.”

“You have it up here?”

I smiled, watching as she hooked her fingers into her jeans and shimmied them off. “I do. This isn’t ranch rope.”

It was in the closet since I hadn’t used it in a while, in a box, organized into neat bundles. Some was pretty and colorful, smoother, but more slippery. The rest was natural fiber rope. Made for tying but not made for normal ranching purposes. That was the rope I grabbed.

Cori wanted the feeling of being tied up, and this was the most authentic rope for that experience.

I held out the rope to her when I returned. She was naked, and the fact that she was standing there without fear or shyness was amazing. Especially given everything.

She wasn’t some wilting flower, but I knew what it took to give up control like this. It wasn’t easy, even if it was a fantasy. “See?”

“Wow.” She ran her fingers over it. “Very prepared.”