Montana Desire

I undid one of the bundles of rope and took her wrist, winding the rope around it, and then catching her other one and adding it, pressing the vulnerable insides of her wrists together before tying them off. Tight enough that she wouldn’t be able to move her hands, but not so tight that it would harm her.

Cori’s breathing sped up. She was looking at her wrists, completely focused on them.

“Cori?”

Her eyes snapped to mine.

“All good?”

There was a sparkle there now. “Yes.”

Her tone made me smile. “Good. Sit down for me.”

I kept hold of her wrists as she sat on the edge of the bed, and I lifted her to the center. Laid her out underneath me like a fucking goddess. My headboard had rails. I lifted her arms and looped the top around those rails, tying off the rope so that she couldn’t move them down.

She immediately pulled on the ropes, struggling. Her fight-or-flight was kicking in. “Cori.” Coming to stillness, she looked up at me. Realized that I was on top of her and her hands were tied. I watched her pupils dilate and the softness of arousal slip through her body.

“Holy shit,” she whispered.

Leaning down, I kissed her softly. “I like this.”

“Do you?” She was squirming underneath me, which was making it very difficult to take my time with her.

“Yes, I fucking do.” I dropped my mouth to her skin, taking one nipple between my lips and sucking the already taut peak and feeling it grow harder under my tongue. “I like that you can’t stop me from licking you any place I like.”

Cori moaned. The sound went straight to my cock, and I was barely thinking straight.

I dragged my mouth down her skin and farther, passing where I knew that she wanted me, and across her hip. Down her leg. She jumped when I grabbed her ankle. The next rope was in reach, and her leg was secured in seconds. Then the other one.

Her breathing sped up again as the idea of being completely at my mercy hit her. Cori didn’t struggle this time, instead relaxing into it. “How do you feel, Cori?”

“I feel good.” Her voice was dreamy. “Really good.”

“Mmm.” Coming around the bed, I dragged my fingers over her leg, all the way up her body, watching goose bumps form and the way that she arched into my touch—as much as she could the way she was tied.

I’d never been as much into kink as some of my friends. But this? I loved this. The ability to have someone in the palm of my hand. Control that pleasure. It was a heady feeling. I was already so hard that it was nearly uncomfortable.

“Look at you,” I said quietly. “All spread out for me. Nothing to do but feel whatever I want to do to you.”

Cori’s eyes were glazed and hazy. There was no fear. Only trust, and a healthy dose of heat.

I stripped off my shirt and pants, letting her watch me do it. No condom. Not yet. But I dropped my hand to my cock, stroking it. Cori’s eyes followed my hand, naked desire burning me up.

Sliding between her thighs, I kissed the flat plane of her stomach. “Talk to me.”

“I don’t know what to say. It feels…weird. Incredible. I—oh.” Her voice cut off as I slid my tongue directly over her clit. It was a whole-body reaction, hips trying to arch toward my mouth, but that was nearly impossible.

“This pussy is mine right now,” I said. “All spread out for me to play with.”

The sound she made when I sealed my mouth over her made me blind with pure need. This woman was going to be the end of me. If I wasn’t careful, any pretense of slowness or deliberate intention would go out the fucking window. I would be head over heels for her before I realized.

In this moment, with Cori bound in my ropes, in my bed, squirming under my tongue, I failed to see how that could possibly be a bad thing.

“You know what I like about this?” I asked, pulling back far enough that I could crawl up her body.

“What?”

I settled over her, my knees on either side of her chest. “I can taste you if I want, and I can have you taste me.”

The tip of my cock rested near her lips, and I didn’t have to tell her to open her mouth. It already was. The feeling of sinking into that heat was nearly enough to make me come. The way her eyes closed as I pushed in deeper, completely embracing my control… Fuck, she was perfect.

“I love the way your lips look stretched around my cock,” I said, feeling her arch under me. Dirty words were easy. Just describing what was happening in detail was enough to add to the image already in someone’s head.

Quickly, I leaned forward and swept a finger under the rope on her wrists, checking that it wasn’t too tight. But the movement had another purpose, allowing me to sink deeper between her lips. There wasn’t any hesitation, even when I hit the back of her mouth. She could take more of me, but I pulled back and let her breathe for a second before plunging back in.

It was the hardest thing I’d ever done to pull away from her lips completely and slide back down so I was lined up with her body.

“I’m going to fuck you,” I whispered in her ear. “You won’t be able to move an inch until I say you can.”

She shuddered, a groan escaping her. But I had to ask. “Are you with me?”