Rex inhaled audibly, and Carmen’s face grew hot. What have I said?
“Well, you don’t think it’s wrong, obviously.” He rose to his feet, grasped the stocking that bound her wrists together and used it to raise her arms. Nodding at the enclosures around her wrist, he continued. “You’ve obviously done this many times before.”
Carmen lowered her eyelids.
“Oh, yes, the perfect submissive. You really have perfected the role.”
His comment grated, but the last thing she wanted him to think was she was still some ingenue, the way she had been years before. She’d never done...this...before. Somehow this had just happened. However, she’d had a couple of relationships, ill-fated though they were, so she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of revealing her inexperience in matters of bondage.
“I really didn’t need this element thrown into the mix, the dynamic between us was already hot enough.” He stepped right up against her, one hand still on her bound wrists, the other at the small of her back pressing her closer to him. He whispered the words in her ear, making the world fall away, making the room shrink to the intimate space between them. “But now that you’re giving over all your self-control to me, allowing yourself to be plundered while you’re helpless in bondage, I find I’m enjoying you even more than I already would have.”
Carmen slammed her eyes shut. What he was saying—the implications—ran through her body like liquid fire.
Somehow she’d created this situation. Part of her wanted to run, to break free and forbid h
im to touch her. Overwhelmingly she was too aroused to respond and act on that. Because deep down she wanted to know what it would be like, and no matter how much she resented him for it, he was right when he said this thing had to be burned out or it would haunt them both forever.
Rex had set about using the second stocking to create a leash, tying it between her bound wrists at one end. “Now you’re at my mercy. The teasing could go on for hours...if I could bear the wait.”
Her nerves strung out. “I warned you!”
“So you did.” He picked up the trailing end of the stocking, tugged on it firmly and led her to the bed.
As she followed him, allowing him to lead her, myriad emotions assailed her. It was what she’d wanted, long ago, but so much had changed. She wasn’t that naive schoolgirl anymore. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, allowing him to take control and treat her this way. Yet it was wildly arousing, and when she thought about what he might do with her now that she was helpless, and his, it stimulated her even more.
Rex nodded down at the bed. “On your back.”
The thick quilt was cool beneath her body. That wouldn’t last.
He used the dangling end of the second stocking to secure her wrists to the headboard. He seemed amused, as if it was a kink of hers and he was humoring her.
Damn him. Carmen squirmed, but the tension in her arms was oddly liberating. It was so hard to relinquish control, and yet when Rex took over it made it impossible for her to do anything but submit. It unleashed something unfettered and wild, something that she’d never experienced before.
He latched his fingers over the top of her panties and pulled them down the length of her legs until they were off. Writhing on the bed she glared at him, resenting him for exposing her so thoroughly, and yet longing for him to do more.
Rex undid the buttons of his shirt. He sighed as he looked down at her, as if the sight of her tied up on his bed pleased him immensely. When he pulled his shirt off and abandoned it, her temperature went even higher. His body was hard and fit, so much more muscular than he had been. When she glanced lower and saw the bulge of his erection beneath the zipper on his pants, her eyes flashed closed.
The sound of him opening that zipper ran ragged over her nerve endings. She opened her eyes in time to see his cock bounce free as he shucked off his jockey shorts, long and hard and arced up from his hips.
Her core clenched. “Dear God,” she murmured.
He was over her in a flash, crouched on the bed, eyes locked with hers. “What, you can’t possibly have changed your mind?”
“Don’t bet on it.”
He put one hand on her shoulder and then ran it down over her breast. “Whatever comes out of that pretty mouth of yours is only half the story.” He ran the palm of his hand briskly over her breast, chafing at the hardened nipple. “Your body is telling me all I need to know, and you’re just as ready for this as I am.”
Carmen arched up from the surface of the bed. The feeling of his palm over her breast frazzled her. She was so aroused, her body responding to his masterful sense of control. Why did it feel so good to be under him this way, when the last thing she wanted was to relinquish anything to him? “You make it sound like a crime for a woman to be aroused.”
The comment was out before she thought it through properly. It only gave him more leverage.
He chuckled. “Quite the contrary, my dear. You’re the most delicious thing I have ever seen, especially when you’re aroused.”
He held her gaze and, try as she might, she couldn’t look away. What he was saying made the pulse in the pit of her belly pound, her core readying for him in response to his provocative words. “For God’s sake, Rex, you’re driving me insane.”
“It’s good to hear you admit that you’re aroused.”
“Stop it, stop torturing me.”