Chapter 18 #2
Delta obeys without hesitation and I lean against the wall, pretending her hands fumbling with the buttons doesn’t turn me on more than anything else about this.
When she finally shoves down her pants and panties as one, kicking them into a corner, I allow myself to move forward, raking my eyes over her bare skin.
The chilly room has nothing to do with how her nipples have grown tight and pebbled, and when she squirms, pressing her thighs together, I don’t have to touch her to know she’s wet for me.
Humming thoughtfully, I close the last bit of distance between us and cup her breasts in my hands, loving the way her back arches forward for more, a soft, breathy moan catching in her throat.
I let my hands fall. “Lay back on the bed.” She does as she’s told, but her eyes follow my hands as they drop to my belt, opening it and slipping it out of the loops with practiced ease.
“Sex— getting off— seemed so urgent back then. I was horny all the time.” I muse as she squirms atop my old blue bedspread.
In the dim lighting, it looks black, and her skin seems to glow in contrast, just like I’d once thought the woman in the magazine did .
She does look a bit like Delta now that I stop to think about it, though even the mind-numbing lust I felt for my fantasy woman back then doesn’t begin to compare to how I feel about my dream come true spread out and squirming for me.
I’m going to devour her.
“Hold out your hands.” It’s so quiet that all I can hear is the sound of our ragged breathing as I step forward to loop my belt around her wrists, securing them together.
She gasps when I pull them up, securing the belt to the headboard.
“Is it like that for you, baby?” I ask, smoothing my hand over her beautiful body to rest just below her belly button.
“Do you need it so badly? Are you aching right now?”
Her body trembles as she nods. “Yes. Yes, I-” But when I push my hand between her thighs, cupping her sex, her words turn to a guttural moan.
“Shhh.” I draw one finger through her slit, and my cock throbs painfully at how incredibly wet she already is.
“I’d love to help you feel better, but I don’t think I can trust you to keep quiet, baby.
” To illustrate the point, I press a single finger into her tight hole and Delta throws her head back, mewling.
I have to bite back my smug smile.
Keeping my eyes on hers to make sure she’s looking, I pull my hand back and suck her wetness off my finger, groaning at how good she tastes.
“Brooks,” Delta whines impatiently, but I don’t miss the way her pupils have dilated and those gorgeous thighs have snapped back together, trying to give herself a tiny taste of the friction she’s craving.
I take my time strolling around the bed, staring shamelessly down at her body. She’s writhing with need and I’ve barely touched her.
Without another word, I cross to the closet and open it, pulling two wrinkled ties off the rack inside. I remember them both, artifacts from the same period in my life when I jerked myself off twice a day to the woman in that picture.
I’m careful not to let her see how hot this has me.
Calmly, I sink to my knees beside the bed, knotting the end of the tie around one ankle, then pull it to the corner post of the bed.
The other side is her bad hip, and I take my time kissing each of the small surgical scars I left on her skin, massaging the muscle.
I keep my eyes on her face to check for even the tiniest flicker of pain as I tie that ankle, too.
“I’m going to put something in your mouth to help you stay quiet.
” I reach into the bedside table and find an old metal tin that must have once held lip balm.
“Here.” I press it into one of her hands before taking a second item from the drawer and laying it beside the pillow where she can’t see.
“If you’re uncomfortable with any of this, I want you to tap it twice on the bed frame. Show me.”
Tap. Tap.
Somewhere below us in the house, I hear the sound of voices as my family heads to bed and lean forward to steal one last searing kiss from her breathless lips. Her vulnerability is intoxicating, but I’ll stop this right now if she shows even the faintest hint of hesitation.
As though she knows what’s going on in my head, Delta pleads, “ Please , Brooks—” I growl, ripping away from her to pace over to the corner and extract her panties from the discarded pajama pants.
“Open,” I order when I return to the bedside, my chest heaving and my cock pressing so hard against the fly of my jeans there’s going to be a fucking indent.
Delta obeys, and I press the balled-up panties past her lips, growling with satisfaction at the sight.
As I straighten up, all I can do for a moment is stare down at her, willing myself to remember every detail of how she looks right now.
My heart is hammering as I round the edge of the bed and brace myself over her, smirking at the mess she’s already made of herself. Her cunt is glistening in the dim light, wetness shining down to her inner thighs, and a little dark spot forming on the covers beneath her.
Fuck me, that’s sexy.
She’s perfect, completely fucking perfect, and she’s mine.
“Such a hot, horny little thing. You’d do anything to have me put my cock in here, wouldn’t you?
” My thumb finds her stiff little nub, and I watch with no small amount of satisfaction as her body goes taut, shaking from that tiny contact.
“Such a good little slut, letting me use you however I want.”
Delta’s eyes flutter shut, her muffled groan coming from behind the panties, and I bring my hand down in a sharp slap to the delicate skin of her inner thigh. She gasps, her body jolting, but that hand clutching the little tin doesn’t move.
Fuck. Yes.
“Eyes on me. If I see them closed again, I won’t go so easy on you.”
Every filthy fantasy I’ve ever had is jockeying for position at the forefront of my imagination, and I’m not fighting it.
She wants me like this, needs it even, and I’m positive I’ve never been so hard in my life.
Pre-cum is leaking steadily from the engorged head of my cock and, needing some goddamn relief, I straighten up to strip down to my boxers .
“We’re going to take this nice and slow,” I tell her as I sit at the edge of the bed, biting and sucking at her breasts in between words. “We can’t have everyone hear what a depraved little thing you are, letting me tie to you the bed on Christmas Eve.”
Beneath me, Delta is shaking, straining against the bindings as I bring my hand back to her sopping wet cunt. “I’m going to make it hurt,” I coo as I push two fingers inside her and fuck her slowly. “Tomorrow morning, you’re going to sit next to the Christmas tree with a swollen cunt.”
I pull my fingers free. Reaching over her to the side of the pillow, my hand closes around the item I took from the drawer, and Delta’s eyes widen when she sees what it is.
Slowly, keeping my eyes on hers, I drag the old wooden ruler down the hollow between her breasts and over her stomach, finally pressing it flat to her pussy. “I’m going to hit you with this, baby. Hard enough to leave a mark. If you can take it, then I’ll fuck you. Would you like that?”
Delta nods unevenly, her chest rising and falling in ragged pants.
She’s wound so tight, squirming at even the lightest brush of my fingers, and the first thwack of the ruler against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh makes her hips jolt off the mattress.
The blow wasn’t hard, barely strong enough to color her skin, but I still look up to check she’s still on board with what’s happening.
Her pupils are wide, her lips parted over the panties stuffed inside, the picture of lust. She looks more erotic than any fantasy I’ve ever had, and my hand drifts down to caress the burning skin. “We’re going to do ten. Do you remember how to get me to stop?”
Tap. Tap.
The first three lashes come in quick succession, hard enough to leave long, angry red marks behind, lined up one after another.
After the third, I pause, finding Delta’s hooded eyes.
She’s shaking, but from my vantage point, I can clearly see the wetness leaking from her swollen cunt.
She fucking loves this, maybe even as much as I do.
“You’re so sexy, baby.” I slide the ruler up her thigh, taking care to press harder on the areas I marked, loving how she tries to jerk away only to find there’s nowhere to go. She’s bound and gagged by her panties, completely at my mercy.
“I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you so wet.” Dragging two fingers though her wetness, I find her entrance and push inside her hot, slick cunt, fucking her teasingly.
My dirty girl wants more. She wants to come, but I’m not ready to let that happen yet.
Still, it’s arousing as hell to get her close, and adorable to see her outraged expression when I pull back at the last minute.
“You come when I want you to, and not a moment before.” I suck her cream from my fingers and pick up the ruler again.
For her fourth, I bring it down harder than any of the first three, and Delta jolts, letting out a muffled cry of surprise. She wasn’t expecting that, even so, that little tin stays clenched in her first.
The next two fall over the same spot, and my cock twitches at the tears streaming down either side of her face.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” I coo, rubbing soothing circles over the angry red lines, taking care to brush the side of my hand against her soaked pussy.
“Only four more to go, and then you’ll get fucked. Do you want it nice and rough?”
She nods shakily in response, and I reward her with two fingers pressed over her clit, circling it lazily.