Tied with Me (With Me in Seattle 6)

It’s like I’m floating, watching him, enjoying his enjoyment of the moment. My body is humming in anticipation, but my spirit is calm. My heartbeat is thrumming, my blood thick in my veins, and my pussy is as wet as it’s ever been, but my mind is content, and my heart is in love with this man before me.

I love him.

When the last knot is cinched, his hands slowly glide down my arms, my sides, up my belly to my breasts. He takes a step back and then kneels in front of me and presses a kiss to my navel piercing, which he’s showcased in a circular series of beautiful red knots.

He grins and kisses it again, then presses a string of kisses down my abdomen, over my bare pubis, and slips his tongue over my clit.

I suck in a deep breath and watch helplessly as he does it again, his eyes on fire with lust and pride.

“Bend your knees,” he commands and lifts me effortlessly, his hands planted on the globes of my bottom, pulling my core toward his face. My hands grip the loop, and I hold on as he tilts my pelvis up, rests my calves on his head and buries his face in my core, sending me straight into a high I’ve never experienced before.

I cry out as he laps and sucks on my pussy lips, presses his nose on my clit and buries his tongue deep inside me, sending me into the most amazing orgasm of my life.

Holy fucking hell!

I’m gasping and writhing as he sets my feet back on the floor and pulls himself up to stand before me. He grips the back of my hair and tilts my head back to devour my mouth with his. I can taste myself on him, and it only turns me on more.

“Do you know how amazing you are?” he asks, urgency lacing his voice. “Do you have any idea?”

I can’t answer him. I’m a panting, quivering, sweaty mess.

With a whispered oath, he digs in his duffel and pulls out scissors and begins to cut the ropes, my hands first.

“You don’t want to untie me?” I ask breathlessly.

“No time,” he replies. His face is hard and dark and looks almost…angry.

“What’s wrong?” I ask. “What did I do?”

He looks down in shock and visibly takes a long, deep breath, then wraps one arm around my waist and presses himself to me.

“Nothing, baby. You’re amazing. I don’t have time to untie you because if I don’t get you out of here and home in the next ten minutes, I won’t be responsible for my actions. I need to be inside you, I need to love you, and an hour in a private room isn’t going to do it for me. I need to get you home so I can spend the night showing you what you mean to me.”

I’m stunned. My mouth has dropped open, and I can only watch as he cuts through the ropes, tossing them aside impatiently. When I’m free, he accepts a blanket from the same dungeon master from earlier and wraps me in it, lifts me into his arms and carries me out of the room and down the stairs. I’m surprised to find that the majority of the people in the house have come upstairs to watch Matt work, but I’m filled with pride, too.

What he does with ropes is simply beautiful. He makes me feel beautiful.

I loop my arms around his neck and press kisses to his jaw before tucking my head under his chin, letting him carry me to the car.

“Thank you.”

“For?”

“Tonight.”

“We’re just getting started, little one.”

Chapter Ten

~Matt~

I can’t get back to my place fast enough. The ten-minute drive feels like hours. My body is clenched, every muscle tight with lust.

Fuck me, I want her so bad my teeth ache.

Seeing her there, in my club, with my ropes wrapped around her, the trust and love coming from her green eyes as I took her body to the edge of sanity and back again, was more than I’ve ever experienced with a woman before.

My body is drawn to her. I need to feel her flesh against mine. There is no want about it.

She’s as necessary to me now as breathing.

She’s still wrapped in the blanket next to me, her clothes tossed carelessly into the back seat.

“I forgot my sandals,” she exclaims as she sits up straight in the seat and turns her gaze to me.

“I’ll fetch them for you sometime this week,” I assure her as I pull into my parking garage. I walk around to her door and lift her easily out of the car, carrying her toward the elevator.

“Is there a camera in this elevator?” she asks casually.

“No,” I reply.

“Will you please set me down?”

I narrow my eyes on her, but she just blinks innocently up at me. I know exactly what she wants to do.

“I want your mouth on my cock more than just about anything right now, baby, but…” The bell dings, and the doors open to my floor. “We’re already here.”

She grins and pushes her fingers into my hair, the way she’s been doing all night long. “Killjoy.”

“I think you’ll change your mind,” I whisper and carry her through my apartment to my bedroom.

“We’ve never spent the night here,” she comments, looking around.

“I like your apartment,” I reply with a grin.

She smiles, her eyes happy. “I like you.”

“Happy to hear it.” I chuckle and lower her onto my king-size bed. I reach up for the restraints, but she stops me with a hand on my chest.

“Wait.” She bites her lip, as though she’s thinking hard about her next words. “I don’t want you to restrain me this time. I want to be able to touch you while you make love to me.”

Her voice is soft, tender, and I couldn’t deny her if I wanted to. I release the restraints and back away from the bed to shed my clothes quickly and join her.

She opens her arms in invitation, and I willingly go to her, climb over her small body, rest my pelvis and heavy cock against her core and my elbows on either side of her head.

“What do you need, sweetheart?” I whisper.

“You. Just you,” she responds sweetly. She hikes her sexy-as-fuck legs up around my hips, opening herself more to me.

My cock slides through her slick heat, the tip bumping against her clit as I grind my hips against hers. I reach over for a condom, but she stops me again.

“I can’t get pregnant, Matt.”

I gaze down at her sober face and feel my gut tighten. I’ve never gone without suiting up in my life.

“Birth control?” I ask.

A shadow moves across her face, but then she nods and smiles. “Yeah, I’m on the pill.”

“Are you sure you’re okay with this, baby? I don’t mind using them.”