Naughty or Nice

Her eyes flare as she shakes her head.

‘Another first, then.’

‘Yes.’

She leans up towards me, offering herself, accepting, and heat sears my gut. So much for keeping it under control.

I wrap the tie around her mouth, my eyes on hers as I gently tighten it. Her trust, her desire, her... Her what? Love? Hell, it looks like love. It looks like how I feel.

A very different heat swells, close to my heart, and with it comes that same edge—fear.

I can’t deal with that right now.

I tug the strip of cloth tight, the sound of silk on silk a sharp whisper before softening as I tie it into a bow and lean back to take her in.

Her eyes are wider and her nose flares as she breathes. Her cheeks flush pink and her lips form an erotic O as she tests the binding with her teeth.

‘Okay?’ I ask, even though I can see her answer. Her eyes blaze, her nipples are tight, her breasts flush the colour of her cheeks and I know if I dipped my fingers between her legs I’d feel it too.

She nods, a small sound quivering in her throat.

‘Good. Hands?’ My voice is tight with the command and dutifully she straightens up to offer them out.

I wrap the silk over her wrists, tying them together. She watches every move I make, her breath rasping over the gag, goosebumps prickling over her skin. She is so fucking sexy I’m starting to worry that just the sight of her is going to tip me over.

‘Lie back.’

I help her down and raise her hands over her head, the tip of my erection nudging at her stomach as I move over her. She purposely arches into me, caressing me further. Jesus.

I fasten the tie-ends to the bar that decorates the bookshelf above the headboard and then back away to kneel over her, drinking in her naked beauty, willing her to be powerless and all mine.

She wriggles and whimpers, begging me for something, and I smile as she opens her legs to encase me, to draw me in. She’s so wet... Her

need glistens in the low light and I take pity. Just a little.

I reach forward and run my thumb up her slickened seam.

She cries into the tie, working her body against my touch, and heat assaults my cock, pre-cum beading at its tip. It’s goddamn erotic, having her like this, at my mercy, and I want to draw it out.

I climb off the bed and she moans after me, eyes pleading.

I take a fresh glass from the nightstand and head to the kitchen. Opening the freezer, I fill the glass with ice then return to her, my eyes lazy as they trail over her flushed skin.

She writhes towards me, her body outstretched, her whimpers begging, and then she spies the glass and stills, her eyes widening.

I lower myself to the bed, glass in hand, and she watches as I scoop out one ice cube and pop it into my mouth, rolling it around my tongue. She crosses her legs, her thighs clamped together, and I know she’s feeding that ache. The same one that’s throbbing through me for release as I move on all fours above her.

I drop my head to her neck slowly, teasingly, and I work my icy tongue over her skin, both cube and flesh caressing. Her breath hisses around the gag, her moans teasingly trapped.

I trail around to her front, to the hollow of her throat, where I dip and release the cube. It melts over her skin, where her pulse is beating a crazy tempo.

I take up another cube, running it down her front and beneath one breast. Her breath hitches and her body arches, her every reaction feeding my own. I work it in circles, getting steadily closer to where her nipple tightens.

I lock onto her eyes as I trace around the rose-pink bud. She shudders with a moan, turning her head into the pillow. I move to her other breast, teasing her with the ice, and then my lips drop to the well-worked nipple, my warm mouth a heated contrast.

Her body becomes tense, her legs wrap tightly over each another.

I know she’s close, but not yet...