Everything in her was poised on the brink, waiting for release, sobbing for it, desperate for it.
He shifted and started to pleasure her with his hands as well as his lips and tongue, sliding a finger inside her, sending a shock wave through her. She was close, so close. And every time she would get ready to go over the edge, he would pull back, just enough, before starting again, pushing her higher each time.
“Ajax...I can’t. I can’t...”
“Yes, you can,” he said, sliding the flat of his tongue against her in time with the thrust of his fingers.
She rocked against him, trying to get herself the rest of the way there.
Then he moved away from her, leaving her buzzing and unsatisfied. “Not yet,” he said, his hands going to the buckle on his pants.
She was dying. She needed to touch him, to taste him. And she knew he wouldn’t let her.
He worked the belt through the loops slowly, then the button on the slacks, and the zipper. He tugged his shirt off over his head before shoving his slacks and underwear down lean hips, leaving him completely naked for her enjoyment.
Except she couldn’t touch him. Dammit. She was desperate, and she had a feeling he was enjoying it.
So much for feeling powerful. But, while she didn’t feel like she was in control, she definitely felt turned on. A good-enough quality of turned on, with the promise of a big-enough release that she was okay with feeling out of control.
In fact, part of her, a part of her she hadn’t known existed, relished it.
“Do you approve?” he asked.
“More than,” she said, sounding all breathless and shaky.
“Are you ready?”
“Not yet. I want to...I want to taste you,” she said, her eyes on his erection.
“No. Sorry, agape. That’s against the rules.”
“I want to break the rules,” she said.
“You will follow the rules, or I won’t allow you to come,” he said, his tone hard.
Her breath caught. “Oh.”
“Will you be good?”
“Yes,” she said, swallowing hard, her stomach tightening.
She noticed his hands didn’t shake quite so much as they had last time when he joined her on the bed. His fingertips grazed her cheekbones, the gesture surprisingly gentle considering the game they were playing.
He pulled her up all the way onto the bed, strong arms locked around her, holding her tight. She inhaled deeply. She was surrounded by Ajax, and she had never felt so at peace. Everything from before, the bindings on her wrists, melted away for one fleeting moment.
And then he was poised over her, her arms above her head, thrusting her breasts toward his lips. And he made the most of it, pleasure arrowing from her nipples down to the apex of her thighs.
“Now,” she said.
“No,” he said, “that’s not how this works.” He pressed his length against her slick folds, sliding it back and forth. She gasped, arching into him.
“Please.”
“That’s better.” He thrust his hips against her, the contact on her clitoris just right.
“Please,” she said again, knowing that if she made a command, he would only deny her again.
He pressed the head of his erection against the entrance to her body and pushed inside her slowly. Tears stung her eyes, tears of relief. She needed him. Needed the release.
And then she was caught up completely, drowning in his kisses, in the rhythm of his body moving against hers. Her blood was roaring in her ears, pleasure building in her, so much, too much. She didn’t think she could survive it.
“Please,” she whispered again, the word barely making a sound on her lips.
He thrust into her one last time, stiffening above her, his arousal pulsing inside of her as he spent himself, his orgasm taking him over at the same moment hers broke through her and dragged her under.
When she came back to herself, her hands were still over her head, her arms starting to fall asleep. And so was she.
“Would you?” she asked, lifting her bound hands.
He sat up quickly, untied her, then he stood. He looked...she couldn’t even quite put a word to it. Haunted maybe. Scared.
“I have work to do,” he said, an echo of last night. “I’ll join you when I’m finished.”
Leah lay back down, rubbing her wrists, watching him walk naked down into the living area. He sat on the couch that way, his forearms resting on his legs.
And that was when she realized that as much as he’d been demanding of her, as out of her element as she was, Ajax was no better off.