He straightened. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
I moved swiftly, nervously. His tone was soft, but his temper was up. Even if he softened his tone for me, no matter how sweet his manner, he could scare me. I knew what I was doing would get me in trouble, especially given his mood. I loved getting in trouble with this man, but even I knew tonight was a dangerous time to seek such things. I finished tying the second knot, affixing his wrists to the wooden slats. It was done; he was helpless. I stood up and came around to the front of the chair to face him. His shoulders seemed broader now with his arms trapped behind him.
He glared at me and gave a tug at his wrists. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
I set my jaw, nodding. I let each word ring with purpose. “You don’t have to go.”
“Don’t start, Cole. Just don’t -”
I tugged my skirt up to my hips and kicked a leg across him. He straightened, but I settled into his lap. His face turned up to me, his eyes growing dark in that sudden shift of intention, from blind frustration to intimate menace. And it was menace; a dominant will that rendered me every time he touched me a certain way, the quiet warning that I would be his, however he wanted, whenever he wanted. I feared he might be too angry to inspire to such things, but I felt him beneath me and knew such worries were needless. That menace returned to his eyes now, but when he pulled at those knots, they held fast. However furious he was, his dark eyes betrayed the same desires I harbored. He couldn’t grab hold of me, toss me off, or pull me closer if he liked, couldn’t throw me onto the bed or smack my backside. All he could do was strain beneath me as I began to move against him in familiar rhythm.
His body responded, instantly. He growled, his words barely a whisper. “You don’t want to do this.”
I smiled, touching my nose to his, searching his face. “Oh, but I do.”
He tugged at his wrists again and glared at me. I giggled at his the sight of his glare. I was going to get it when he pulled free. I was going to get it, and love every second of it.
“Untie me.”
“No.”
I shifted over him, grinding down into his lap as the muscles in his shoulders strained. He was working at the knots around his wrists; he would get free in time, but for now I would enjoy these moments, feeling the solid warmth of his body and the involuntary ripples of pleasure that played across his face.
“Woman. Untie me now, or you will regret it.”
I laughed, dragging my nails up through his hair as I rose and fell over him. He was hard beneath me, his breathing shallow and hoarse, but his brow was set with a glare of warning. I lifted myself enough to get to his belt and unfastened it, pulling his jeans open and down over his hips as much as I could.
“Lift yourself up.”
“Un-fucking-tie me.”
I tugged at the waistband of his jeans and they slipped down to where his backside was squarely planted on the chair. He refused to budge, leaving his cock hidden beneath zipper and boxers. I stood before him, meeting his glare with one of my own. Then I reached for his ankles, grabbed the hem of his jeans on each pant leg and pulled them out before him. He swore at me, but the jeans slid down a few inches. I gave another tug, causing him to lurch forward i
n his seat, and they came free from beneath him. I pulled them off, then knelt before him, shimmying his boxers down and off as well. He sat there in his wooden chair, arms useless, eyes burning into me, threats and frustration spewing from his lips, but as I pushed his knees apart and moved closer to him, the words stilled. His expression fought me with every glance, but his body sprung to meet me. I kissed the inside of his thigh, moving my hands upward. He tensed to my touch.
When he spoke, it was a whisper. “I’m going to punish you for every second of this.”
“Promise?”
With that, I took him in my mouth. He groaned.
I could feel him straining above me, but I kept my focus on my work, letting my lips play across the smooth skin of his cock, slick from my mouth. He gasped when I took him wholly, sucking as deeply as I could. He was fighting against the knots, and I was sure he would come free, but I had him helpless for now, and I attacked him with the fury of a woman on borrowed time. When he came loose, he would take over, grab me and throw me wherever he pleased, and though there was a chance he might simply leave me there, aching with need as punishment for my behavior, I knew him well, and he wasn’t one to walk away. I would love every second of my punishment, but it still frightened me just enough to elicit nervous giggles, and make my heart pound in my ears. I took him in my hand, stroking him as I played my tongue against the sensitive skin of his balls. He hummed his approval, despite himself, trying to hide it with a growl. My heart leapt at the sound. Suddenly his arms lurched forward. I jerked up, bracing myself for his assault. It didn’t come. Though the tie had loosened, he wasn’t yet free.
I moved with new fervor, wanting to torture him as long as I could. I lifted my dress up over my head, and then tugged my underwear down, kicking them across the room. He tugged at the tie again and his arms inched outward. I had moments, if not seconds.
I straddled him, reaching down to take him in my hand and direct him.
He glared up at me. “Holy fuck, you’re going to pay for this.”
I smiled, sliding down onto him, feeling him slip into me with ease as I lowered myself into his lap. He tensed, gasping softly in tandem with me. I settled onto his lap, the full length of him sheathed inside me, and I began to rise and fall there on him. He yanked at the tie and the telling sound of fabric tearing lit a fire in his eyes. He was almost free. I ran my hands through the tendrils of his hair and lifting his face to me, kissed him. He bit my lip. Not enough to draw blood, but enough to hurt.
I jerked back. “You fucker!”
“I warned you.”
Despite the sting of my lip, I continued to move over him. His expression wavered, but held. He wouldn’t give in to sensation. He turned his head down, clamped his open mouth over my breast and bit me again. I grabbed him by the hair, pulling his head back. He chuckled in a manner that would haunt me.
I moved faster, pressing myself closer to him, our noses touching. I could feel his breath, hot against my lips, growing sharper and shallower as I moved.