Freeing Her (Irresistibly Bound 4)
Faith glanced at the phone, eagerly awaiting Eve’s command.
“Do you ever touch yourself?” Eve asked. “Make yourself come?”
“You mean—” Faith’s face grew hot. “Yes. Sometimes.”
“Sometimes? When?”
“At night. Before I go to sleep.”
“I want you to show me how you play with yourself when you’re all alone. Show me what you do late at night, under the covers.”
“Right now?” Although Faith had long gotten over the puritanical beliefs that came with her upbringing, she still had this visceral reaction to being told to do something so taboo. Was this why she found Eve and these twisted games so exhilarating?
“Yes,” Eve said. “But start slow. I enjoy a bit of foreplay.”
There hadn’t been any foreplay between them that night in the library at the party. Just the memory of it was enough to spur Faith to begin.
Laying back against the pillows, Faith skimmed a hand up one thigh, trailing her fingers all the way up to her chest. The chemise was so thin it was like she was touching her skin. She drew her fingertips up her breast. The way the delicate fabric rubbed against her nipples made them threaten to harden. She slipped her hand into the top of the chemise.
“I want to see you,” Eve said. “Pull the chemise down.”
Faith took the straps of the chemise and slid them from her shoulders. The flimsy cups fell down, her breasts bared for Eve to see.
“That’s better,” Eve said. “Keep going.”
Faith brushed her hair back and let her hand continue down her neck. Her other hand wandered over her breasts. She made sure to look straight into the camera, emphasizing the sensuality of her movements. She was putting on a show, after all. This was for Eve’s benefit, not for hers.
But as Faith swept her hands over her body, she recalled how Eve’s fingers had felt on her skin, how Eve’s touch had been tender yet demanding at the same time. An ache grew deep in her core. Completely unbidden, her hand crept down her stomach, past her belly button.
“Yes,” Eve said. “Make yourself come for me. ”
Faith took the hem of the chemise and drew it up to her waist. With the spreader bar holding her legs apart, Eve could surely see how obscenely wet Faith was.
Eve’s voice rose from the bed beside Faith. “From now on, every part of you belongs to me, including that pretty pussy of yours.”
Faith sucked in a breath. She never thought she’d hear the word ‘pussy’ come out of Eve’s mouth. Then again, she never thought she’d be lying on Eve’s bed with her legs strapped apart.
She slid her fingers down her slit. Her folds were so hot they seemed to burn.
“Show me what you like,” Eve said. “How you like to be touched.”
Faith drew a finger up to her clit and traced slow spirals around it. Her other hand stayed up at her chest, tweaking her nipples. Her eyes fell closed as she sank into Eve’s bed. It usually took her a long time to get warmed up, but knowing that Eve was watching her had her throbbing in no time at all.
“Do you wish that was me touching you right now?” Eve asked. “Me in the room with you?”
“Yes,” Faith said. “More than anything.”
“Pretend, for a moment, that I’m there. Imagine those are my hands on you. Show me what you want me to do with you.”
Faith slid her hand down and dipped a finger inside herself, then another, easing them back and forth.
“Are you imagining that’s me inside you?” Eve asked. “Just like at the party that night?”
“Yes,” Faith said. “It felt incredible.” She shifted in the bed, raising her hips, letting the heel of her palm grind against her clit while her fingers curled inside her. Her legs trembled, fighting the spreader bar holding them apart.
“If I was really there with you, it wouldn’t just be that spreader bar you’d be wearing,” Eve said. “I’d tie your hands up too, so you’d have no choice but to let me have my fun with you.”
An involuntary wave of heat rolled through her. Faith pumped her hand harder. Just minutes ago, she’d thought she was the one running the show, with her submissive words and sensual motions. There was no doubt now who commanded Faith’s body. She was completely in Eve’s thrall.