I do it.
“Now, I’m not going to tie you down. I’m not going to restrain you with anything… Except my words: If you move, if you touch yourself… If you lay one finger on my property…”
Caleb presses two fingers lightly, right on my clit.
“Than I stop. And you’ll have to stay like this, wet and needy, aching for my cock.”
He taps me again, then removes his hand. I’m left lying there, naked, shivering in anticipation.
“Do you understand?”
I nod quickly. “Yes. I understand.”
“Good.”
He moves away from the bed, and I lift my head to watch him before remembering his rules.
I’m not allowed to move.
I take a deep breath, and set my head down on the sheets again, listening to the sound of him rummaging in a closet. The anticipation is killing me almost as much as the sexual tension, wound tight in my body. But this is what he wanted: me at his mercy.
Me, willing to obey every command.
And god, I love it.
Music plays softly, then the mattress dips. Caleb sits beside me, back at my side. “See, I’m going to take my time,” he murmurs, reaching to stroke my stomach with a featherlight touch. “No interruptions. Nobody to stop me. Just you, and me, and… Some accessories.”
I clench in anticipation, remembering the nipple clamps in Rome. He chuckles.
“You like that, huh? You want to find out what your body can do for me.”
“I want anything you give me,” I answer softly. He rewards me with a slow, rolling pinch of my nipple. I moan.
“God, look at you. So perfect. All mine.”
Caleb falls silent then, steadily stroking my body, bringing every nerve screaming to life. He covers every inch, so slow, it soon drives me crazy. And when he dips his head, and brushes his lips against my shivering skin…
I arch off the bed.
“What did I tell you?” Caleb pushes me back to the mattress. “Don’t move a muscle.”
I inhale. Maybe this game is going to be harder than I thought.
Caleb breathes over my stomach, licking a path up the side of my ribs. I shudder, fisting the covers in my hands to keep from reaching for him. Slowly, he licks higher, swirling his tongue around my nipple, so close, but not close enough.
“Caleb…”
“I know,” he murmurs, breathing on one stiff, aching peak. “You want more.”
“Yes.” I whimper.
“But what do you need?”
His mouth moves away again, and I let out a groan of frustration. “I need you!”
Caleb chuckles. “I can tell. Look at you, making a mess.” His tongue suddenly delves between my legs and I yelp in surprised pleasure. Caleb licks me, hard and fast, devouring my clit for a few precious seconds, then he’s gone again, leaving me gasping.
“Bastard,” I mutter under my breath.