My eyes flutter closed. My head falls to the side, into his hand.
He has me.
I trust him.
It terrifies me and thrills me in equal measure. I'm in his lap, halfway out of my clothes, groaning as he runs his teeth over my skin, and the only thing I want is more.
He tugs the other strap off my shoulder. Pushes the dress to my waist.
I lift my hips to help him. Then it's gone. A heap on the floor. And I'm in his lap, naked except for my boots, my bare skin against the soft fabric of his suit.
He holds my body against his. Shifts his hips just enough, I feel his cock against my ass.
"Please." It falls off my lips. "Please, Ty. Please fuck me."
"Not tonight." He wraps his hand around my wrist. Brings my palm to the back of the bench seat. Just outside his torso. "This stays here. Understand?"
I nod.
He does the same thing with my other hand. Then his lips find my neck. Soft kisses. Then harder. The scrape of his teeth.
This sharp burst of pain. Only enough I feel it. Only enough it mixes with the anticipation flooding my body. Only enough I need him more.
"Please." I don't know what I'm asking. Only that I want it.
He bites me as he brings his hands to my chest. He cups my breasts with his palms. Groans as he runs his thumbs over my nipples. "Fucking beautiful."
I let my eyes fall closed again. Let my body flood with that perfect mix of pain, pleasure, need, anticipation.
He toys with me. Soft circles, hard zigzags, the barely there pressure of his index finger.
I gasp as he runs his digit over my nipple. "Fuck. Ty." I reach for something. Find his suit jacket.
Instantly, his hand is on my wrist. "Do I have to bind you? So you behave?"
Fuck. My sex clenches. "Yes."
"Bad girl." He rolls my nipple through his thumb and forefinger. It's hard enough it hurts.
But that only winds me tighter.
He releases me to undo the knot of his tie. He pulls my arms over my head. Loops the tie around my wrists. Attaches it to the headrest.
It's not the world's best binding. It's not tight enough to really stop me, but it's enough to remind me I'm under his control.
He tests the knot. When I groan, he purrs, "Good girl."
My sex clenches. It's wrong. How much I crave this compliment meant for a child or a pet. But I can't bring myself to care. Not right now.
Again, Ty holds my body against his. Brings his lips to my neck. Kisses a line to my shoulder.
Then back up to my jaw.
He turns my head enough his mouth finds mine. I part my lips to make way for his tongue.
He kisses me hard, swirling his tongue around mine, claiming me as his.
Right now, I am.
After this, I don't know. But right now, I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.
He scrapes his teeth against my lower lip. Then he releases me. Kisses a line over my jaw, down my neck, along my shoulder.
He presses his palm into my pelvis, so I feel his cock against my ass.
"Please," I groan. I need that. Need him. Now.
He responds by pressing harder.
I rock my hips, grinding my ass against his flesh. All that fabric between us, but still, he feels so fucking good.
He groans into my neck. "Do you want to come?"
"Yes."
"Yes?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then stop trying to tease me. I'm not fucking you tonight, Indigo." His fingers skim my thigh. "Understand?"
I nod.
"Now, baby, do you want to come on my hand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Say it."
"Please, sir." My chest heaves with my inhale. "Please make me come."
He murmurs a yes into my neck. Keeps one hand on my thigh. Brings the other to my breast. Toys with me, soft brushes of his thumb against my nipple.
He's still hard against me. And I still want that so fucking badly.
But I need this.
I need his hands on my body.
I close my eyes. Utter another 'please'." Let my head fall to one side.
He runs his finger over my inner thigh. A soft line.
Closer. Closer. Closer.
There.
His index finger brushes my clit. The middle, ring, pinkie, thumb.
I spread my legs a little wider.
He rakes his teeth against my neck. "Open your eyes."
I do. The soft blue light floods my senses.
"Watch."
My eyes go to our reflection. Of course. The limo has mirrored walls.
Our reflection is distorted, but still, I can see me splayed out for him. Me, naked, except for my boots. Him in that navy suit.
His hand between my legs.
My wrists bound by his tie.
I almost come on the spot. It's not the first time I've caught our reflection—his apartment was all mirrors and windows—but it's the first time he's asked me to watch.
The first time I've felt so completely at his mercy.
Before, we were two people who wanted satisfaction. He was rich, and I was broke, yes, but there wasn't any expectation.