Empress in Lingerie (Lingerie 5)

“On your back.” I released her neck, my cock stirring in my jeans because it was anxious to feel that slickness. The longer I made her wait, the wetter she would be. I hadn’t even kissed her yet, but I knew her pussy was pooling with moisture. I could excite my woman without even touching her.

She followed my command and moved to the bed. She got on her hands and knees first and crawled up the bed until her head was near the pillows. She turned over and lay down, her knees together and the tips of her heels pointing into the mattress.

I opened her nightstand and pulled out the black leather belts I hid inside.

She immediately eyed them, her face growing suspicious. “What are you doing with those?”

My knees sank into the mattress, and I grabbed both of her hands, choosing not to answer her.

She jerked her hands away. “What are you doing? You aren’t tying me up.”

“I’m doing whatever the hell I want, baby.” I grabbed both of her wrists with a single hand and pinned them over her head. “Because you’re mine. I own you. You can fight me the whole way, but we both know how this is going to end.”

“I said no.” She tried to move from underneath my size, but I was far too heavy for her.

“You think no means anything to me?” I stared at her with ferocity before I took both belts and wrapped them around her arms like snakes. I crossed them above her wrists then attached them to the headboard.

“Stop.” She tried to buck me off with her hips. She threw her entire weight into it, doing everything she could to move me.

I locked the belts in place, so now there was nothing she could do even if she got me off her.

“Bones, I mean it.” She tried to command me with her expression, but it wouldn’t work. It didn’t matter how beautiful or how angry she was. Nothing would change what was about to happen. “Untie me now.”

I held my body on top of hers, my cock nearly breaking through my zipper because I was so damn hard. She was scared, and she was pissed—a perfect combination. “No.”

“Yes.” She tried to jerk her body one more time, but it only shook the mattress and didn’t affect me at all. “Why do you need to tie me up? I’m willing. I’m here. I put on the lingerie, and I’ll fuck you like I always do. Now take them off.” A thin film of moisture coated her eyes. Not from sadness but frustration.

“What are you afraid of, baby?”

“I just don’t like this. I don’t like—”

“Feeling powerless.”

When she turned quiet, she confirmed my assumption.

I pressed my forehead to hers. “You will always be powerless with me. So you should just get used to it.”

“Please let me go,” she whispered. “I’ll do anything you want…”

I kissed the shell of her ear then dropped kisses along her jawline toward her mouth. “You need to trust me.”

“I’ll never trust you,” she hissed. “You’re the last man in the world I trust.”

I grabbed her neck and forced her to look at me head-on. Then I leaned in and kissed her, finally.

She resisted me in the beginning, still trying to buck me off.

I kissed her harder, pulling her deep into me with my kiss. I sucked her bottom lip then gave her some of my tongue, letting it touch hers in an erotic dance. Our mouths broke apart, came together, and then moved again.

Her hostility began to simmer, but it didn’t disappear altogether.

I kissed her harder, bringing her into the moment with me. I elicited her desires, made her want me again. I swallowed her fear with desire, made her focus on her arousal and the moisture between her legs.

My hands glided down her body until I found her panties. I pulled them down her long legs as I kissed her, feeling them slide down toward her knees. I broke our kiss so I could move them all the way down. I noticed how perfectly maintained she was down below, which was obviously done for me. If she really didn’t care, she wouldn’t have bothered. But she kept her pussy in perfect shape for my dick and my mouth. I pulled her panties off and spotted the pool of moisture that had settled into her thong.

And she only had them on for five minutes.

I looked at her, my face triumphant.

She closed her knees because that was the only power she had.

I set the panties aside then undressed. I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped my jeans. My boxers came last, revealing my dark dick and the red tint from all the blood that left my head. I grabbed her panties and wrapped them around my length, smearing her pussy juice all over me.