34. Adrian
He could barely breathe, so he kissed her instead. Not so long ago, he would’ve dismissed her words without a second thought. But maybe now he could accept them as true. “Do you want to know what I see when I look at you?”
Her breath hitched. “Yeah.”
He kissed her pulse and paused to feel her heartbeat against his lips, drinking it in. “I see a woman I’ve been looking for my whole life. Someone I never had any right to ask for.” He took a deep breath of her sweet scent and looked into yielding jade eyes. “But I’m asking anyway.”
“You know my answer,” she whispered.
He reached up and pinned her wrists again, stretching her out so he could look at every secret crevice, every sacred hollow. Her angelic form sunk into the cotton sheets, on display like a precious gem.
“Yes,” he breathed. “I do know your answer, and I also know you’re going to be a very good girl, Iv. Just for me.”
Her eyes fluttered. “Does that mean—” She cut off as a blush reddened her face.
“Hm? You don’t get to hide from me, sweetheart. Not anymore.”
“Do good girls get a reward?” she mumbled, barely audible.
His grip tightened on her wrists, and he slipped a teasing finger around the waistline of her panties. “Yes. They do get a reward.”
She squirmed as he dipped his head down to sample her other nipple, then bit into the swell of her breast. Her fingers curled around his while the rest of her relaxed under his touch, submitting to his tenderness and succumbing to his brutality. He traced a line down to the fabric covering her pussy and found her clit, only to give it the slightest stimulation.
The best sound he’d ever heard left her lips, and he savored the tension gathering in her muscles as she arched her back. Kneeling over his sweet witch, he released her wrists and slipped his belt out of its loops.
Her eyes widened with an unspoken question—cheeks flushed, lips a bright strawberry red. Her nipples puckered into pretty perfect points, and he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the day exactly like this.
But they had plans. Important plans, so he’d make this quick.
“Legs up,” he ordered.
“What about the boot?” she asked, raising her legs anyway. “Won’t it get in the way?”
He pressed on her thighs and watched as her pussy unfurled, half-hidden by her dainty undergarments. “No, I like it on you. Besides, I have to remember to keep this short and sweet. If you undress anymore, we’ll never leave.”
Glancing up at her face, her expression told him she didn’t mind that idea at all.
He’d make waiting worth her time. This would just be to take the edge off. An appetizer before the main course.
“Give me your hands.” She reached forward, and he brought her wrists around the back of her knees, then wrapped them in a neat little bundle with the belt. The buckle grazed her skin as he slid it closed, snug but not tight enough to leave marks. “Tight enough?”
“A little more, sir,” she squeaked, wavering between need and embarrassment.
By the end of the day, he’d make sure to cure that hesitancy of hers for speaking her mind. He wanted her to feel confident telling him exactly what she needed and how she wanted it.
He tugged on the end of the belt and let the metal bite into her wrist, ensuring she could still wiggle her fingers. “Better?”
She hummed her approval.
No, that wouldn’t do. He gave her a warning slap on the ass, and she squeaked again as the sound from his palm filled the room. “Yes, sir.”
“Good.”
He placed the tail of the leather belt in her palm so she would be able to loosen it at any time or keep it tight. For now, that was a luxury she needed, but it wouldn’t always be something he granted.
“Don’t let go, or else you’ll earn yourself a punishment, and we wouldn’t want that, would we?” He met her gaze. “Not when I could so easily take away your reward.”
A look of trepidation flashed across her face. His lips curved into a wicked grin. As much as he balanced on the brink of ripping her panties off to taste what was underneath, the thought of denying her—of leaving her wet and needy as he showed her what he’d prepared—made his pulse thunder.
“I’ll be good, sir,” she affirmed, holding the belt and keeping it taut.
“I’m sure you will be, sweetheart.” He caressed her face and dropped his hand to her pussy, hooking one finger around the dark cotton.
She gasped at his touch, legs already beginning to tremble as he rubbed his knuckle back and forth over her slick, swollen clit. Her heat soaked into him, and the slippery nectar ran onto his rings. Anticipation ripped through the last thread of his patience, and he pulled the thin fabric to the side.
Holy. Fuck.
Despite granting her three orgasms, he’d never seen her, and now that he had, the image burned into his brain. Seared into the deepest recess of his fantasies. He could look at her all day.
Even if she tried to cover herself, she wouldn’t be able to, all tied up and bound. Completely at his mercy. His fingers gently splayed her open, thumb brushing over her clit and pulling back the hood. He stroked her softly, building up her pleasure at his leisure and absorbing every minute detail.
“God,” he whispered. “You are so gorgeous.”
She breathed out another whine, and her walls fluttered, greedy and begging to be filled. As if in response, his dick throbbed—but enduring the ache would be well worth it. He couldn’t wait to see how much she would endure, how much she could take. What she’d be willing to do for his cock.
The thought acted like heroin, saturating his veins and stealing the breath from his lungs. His beautiful witch accepting his curse, pleading for the cure.
Just how long would she last?
He teased her entrance with his thumb, dipping in up to the first knuckle before pulling out, then going even lower to circle her tight rosebud.
Her little gasp stretched into a groan as his other hand worked her clit at the same time, and he gave her ass another slap, watching as it blushed pink.
“Ah,” she groaned, tossing her head on the pillows. “That feels so good.”
“Hush.” He was about to make her feel a million times better.
Leaning down, he settled between her legs and replaced his hand with a hot, hungry tongue. She stiffened, then melted as he licked straight up her slit.
“Damn, Iv,” he rasped. “I knew you’d be sweeter than syrup, but now I’m gonna need this every day.”
She moaned, unable to reply with words. That pleased him even more. He returned to her clit and reveled in her taste, alternating between firm swipes and quick circles with his tongue. Sweet, and so very savory.
Lost in the moment, he forgot about everything but the silk of her pussy. Her feet kicked out and dug into his shoulders, one heel covered by a thick rubber sole, while her toes curled around his jacket on the other side. Next time, he’d have to tie her ankles, too.
“I’m—” She gasped. “I’m so close.” Above his head, he could feel her struggling against the restraints, but she hadn’t let go of the belt.
Good, because stopping now would be as much a punishment for him as it would be for her. He hummed against her clit and peeled apart her thighs to bury his face into her cunt. She vibrated around him, tipping towards the peak.
He deliberately held back, watching as the pleasure ate her from the inside out, fused into every beautiful part of her. He made her climb higher, let her buckle under the weight of it, cry into the ceiling, and then—finally—he gave her release.
His tongue softened as she came, and he held it to her clit, hands fastened to her hips as she twisted every which way. But there was no escape. There would never be an escape so long as she chose him. Because he would always choose her.
At last, she shuddered out a long breath, and her whole body went limp, eyes drifting closed. The personification of contentment.
Sitting back, he reached down into his boot and pulled out his knife. She still clutched the end of the belt in her hands, and he only had to pull a little to get the same tightness they started with. “Don’t move, sweetheart. I don’t want to cut you.”
Her eyes opened, and she watched through hooded lids as he carved a small nick where the buckle would fit. Then he slipped it off her wrists and massaged the faint red marks that had appeared.
“Feel better?”
“Mhm.”
“Good. Hold still.” He moved down the bed, wiggled off her boot, and crossed her ankles over each other before wrapping them with the belt. Making a second nick, he slipped it off and fit the belt back into his jean loops. “I’ll make better use of that later.”
She stared at him, soaking in the meaning of his words. He licked his lips for one more delicious taste and ran a hand over his stubble. Her essence smeared over his chin, and he fully intended to wear it like that all day.
“For now, it’s time to get ready for your surprise.”