Priceless (Forbidden Men 8)

Grabbing her wrists, I trapped them above her head, growling, “Woman, don’t make me tie you.”

Instead of getting mad, which was kind of what I expected, Sarah gave an interested shiver. “Do you..want to?” she asked, her blue eyes wide with curiosity.

And...I almost came in my fucking jeans.

I stared down at her, debating...should I...before I slowly asked, “Do you want me to?”

“I...” Shy hesitancy entered her gaze, followed by eager interest before she bit her lip and nodded. “Yes. I want to know what it’s like.”

“Holy fuck,” I breathed before glancing around the room in search of...props. “Do you, uh, do you have any scarves or belts or anything?”

“Belts,” she answered. “In the closet.”

I drew in a deep breath to control my libido. Then I jumped off the bed and ransacked her closet, finding three belts.

That’d do just fine.

As I returned to her, running the leather bands between my hands, her eyes widened. “Three?”

I nodded, feeling a wolfish grin coming on. “Three.”

“I...you...okay.”

“You trust me, right?” I asked, crawling knees first onto the bed.

She nodded, her eyes full of all the faith I was asking for. “I do,” she whispered.

“Good.” I grasped one of her ankles and slowly tugged her closer to me. “Because you can...with your life. And if at any time I do anything that doesn’t feel orgasmically amazing, you just tell me to stop, and I will.”

“Okay.”

She watched me, panting and aroused, her cheeks flushed and eyes glazed.

I loved that she wanted to try this. Keeping my gaze on her because watching her expression was sexier than seeing her tied, I helped her bend her leg until the heel of her foot pressed against her ass. Then I banded the belt around her so she couldn’t straighten her knee. After tying the other leg in the same way, I had her cross her arms over her chest so I could fasten the last belt around her torso, keeping her from using her arms.

After I was finished, I sat back and studied my work. “Jesus,” I murmured, wiping my mouth as my body raged to dive into her. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

Silently, she let her thighs fall open, inviting me to do exactly what I wanted.

Groaning her name, I leaned in and pressed my mouth to her pussy, diving my tongue in and eating her mercilessly. Whimpering, she strained against her bonds, making me harder in my pants as I licked up to her clit. When she gasped, I thrust a finger inside her.

“Oh, God! Brandt.”

Her moan was low and tortured. She was already close.

Curious to see how fast I could make her—

Shit! She released with a gasp before biting her lip and filling my mouth with her flavor.

“Oh my God,” she panted, staring up at the ceiling as I sat up and wiped the back of my hand over my mouth. “Oh my God.”

Grinning, I stripped out of my clothes and suited up. “I like how religious I make you when you come.”

She shifted her dazed gaze to me just in time to watch me roll on a condom. “Mother Mary,” she whispered, shaking her head. “I don’t think I can come again. That was so hard and so—”

Pressing my fingers to her lips, I silenced her. “Just for that, I’m making you come harder this next time.”

Catching her pinned knees in my hands, I spread her wide and pushed inside. She moaned and writhed under me, her eyes rolling up into her head as her body took every inch.