“Yes.” Impatience bit at him, but he pushed it aside. He would teach her, with some loving discipline, not to question him in the bedroom. Outside the bedroom, he had no doubt she would push him. He’d have it no other way. But he needed control here.
“Sure. I’ll, uh, get—”
“Stay where you are,” he g
rowled at her. “I did not give you permission to move. Where are they?”
“Top right draw. I only have two.”
“That’s all I need.” He found the draw and pulled out the two cotton scarfs. They should be silk. Only the finest for his girl.
Turning back, he grabbed one arm of the chair and pulled it away from the bed to give himself more room. Then he grabbed one wrist, wrapped the scarf loosely around it before tying it to her leg.
“Sawyer?”
“You’re not completely secured,” he told her. “But it gives the illusion that you are. And you’re going to keep your legs just where they are, aren’t you?” He tied her other wrist to her leg then stood and stared at her. She looked vulnerable, open, at his mercy.
Perfect.
“You will tell me if you start to lose any sense of feeling, if you feel any tingling or if you get scared.” He knelt in front of the chair. Her sweet scent hit him. Damn. His cock was now thick and heavy with need.
He ran a finger down the inside of one thigh, skimmed over her pussy then back up the other silken thigh.
“Yes, that is so pretty.” He moved his finger up and down until her hips were thrusting up, her voice was strained.
“Please, Sawyer. Please.”
“I love hearing you beg. Hearing my name from your lips.” He laid kisses along the path his fingers had followed. Except he lingered this time on her pussy, pushing his tongue past his lips so he could run it along her slit.
“Sawyer!” she cried out.
“Sh,” he warned her. “If you’re going to make noise, I’ll have to stop.”
“No, no, no.”
Her legs were trembling, her whole body was tense. He spread her lips wide, taking a long look at her before leaning in to lick her swollen clit. He circled it, played with it, flicked it. Her breathing came in harsher pants. He moved lower, ran his tongue over her entrance, pressing it just slightly inside her.
He moved one finger through her damp folds, gathering up moisture, then, with his tongue pressed against her clit, he moved his finger lower. With his other hand, he parted her ass cheeks, pressing his finger against her puckered hole.
“Sawyer, no!”
“Sh,” he told her gently. “If you’re going to belong to all of us completely, then you’ll need to get used to this. We’ll have to prepare you. Plug you. Play with you.”
She shook her head. “I-I can’t.”
“Not right now. I’ve no toys, no lube. But just a little exploration. You’ll like it.”
She whimpered as he pressed the tip of his finger in her dark hole, up to his first knuckle. He kept it there, still as he lapped at her clit, building her up, faster and faster. He didn’t want to press her any further and risk hurting her. But he would know all of her. Intimately.
“I can’t. I can’t hold back.”
“You don’t have to. Come, baby. Come.”
She thrust her hips as much as she could, pressing against him, crying out as she came. He winced at the noise but continued to lap at her. Gently, softly, bringing her down until she flopped back.
A knock at the door had him stiffening. She gasped. Her eyes moving to his, wide and panicked.
“Gigi?” a male asked through the door. “Is everything all right? I was coming up the stairs and thought I heard a noise.”