Chapter 23 Wren #2
His eyes bounce between mine as if looking for the truth.
Finally, he nods. “Just because you are trusting me with your body, doesn’t mean you don’t get to say no.
If I ever do something you don’t like and you want me to stop, say ‘red,’ and I’ll stop everything immediately.
If you want me to slow down, or feel uneasy and just need to pause, say ‘yellow,’ and I’ll stop to check in with you before doing anything else.
” He lifts one of my hands and kisses the back of my fingers. “Do you understand, Wren?”
I nod my head. “Yes, sir.”
A grin tugs at the corner of his mouth as he whispers, “Good girl.” I feel myself grow damp from those words, and I squirm a little on my knees. The action doesn’t go unnoticed by Sly. “Hmm, you like praise, don’t you?”
His eyes trail up and down my body, and I shiver at the intensity there, unsure what’s about to happen.
“I know what you said before, in Italian, but I need to ask how you really feel about bondage?” he asks, and my eyes widen in surprise and excitement.
“Bondage?” I ask for clarification as I start to imagine him doing that to me.
“It can take many forms.” He undoes his belt and pulls it out from his slacks, his eyes glued to mine the entire time. “Right now, I’d like to bind your hands behind your back. Or in front, if you’d prefer that to begin with.”
My voice comes out breathy as I reply, “Behind my back is fine.” More than fine if the wetness between my thighs is any indication.
“Arms up.” I frown at the command but do as he asks, watching as he sets the belt down between us and reaches for the bottom of my fitted tee. He grabs the hem and slowly peels it up my body. The cold air hits my skin, making me shiver, but under his gaze, my skin feels heated.
He drops my shirt to the side, then reaches forward, squeezing my breasts and making me moan as I press them further into his touch. “Lower your arms.” I do as he says, and he hums in approval before pinching my nipples through my bra, making me gasp.
“Mmm, beautiful,” he whispers. I’m not sure if he means my chest or me, but it doesn’t matter.
“Turn around,” he commands, and I quickly do as he asks.
I feel him unfasten my bra, then his fingers trail over my shoulders, slipping the straps off as my bra falls to my lap.
He reaches around and grabs it, tossing it to the side with my shirt.
I start to turn back to him, but he quickly holds my shoulders in place.
“Don’t move unless I tell you to. Understand? ”
“Yes, sir,” I say as heat courses through me. Why is it that having him boss me around makes me so aroused?
His hands trail up my shoulders and down my back before slowly moving around my sides until he’s cupping my bare breasts, his chest pressed to my back.
He rolls my nipples between his fingers, and a whimper escapes me as I arch into his touch.
My head falls to the side, and he places slow kisses down my neck, humming in approval as he goes.
After a minute of writhing under his touch, I reach up, wanting to feel him, but he snatches my wrists out of the air and slowly pulls them behind my lower back. “Hold them still,” he commands, and a few seconds pass before I feel the soft leather of his belt loop around them.
He tightens it enough that I know I can’t escape, and my arousal deepens with that knowledge.
His hands move back around my front to pinch my nipples, and when I try to tug my hands free and can’t, I gasp, my body lighting up with need.
My core clenches, and I whimper, not understanding why this is so hot.
“You like this, little bird?” he asks, flicking my nipples as I squirm against him. “You like being under my control like this?”
I whimper, and his teeth graze my throat. “Answer me, Wren.”
“Yes! Yes, I… I love it. But it makes me really… needy. I need you, Sly. I don’t feel like I can wait any longer.”
“We’ve barely gotten started,” he whispers before his tongue grazes the shell of my ear. “But… If you promise to be a good girl for me, I suppose I can relieve a bit of your tension now.”
“Yes, I promise!”
“Promise what?” he whispers right against my ear as his fingers start moving over my hardened nubs faster.
“I promise to be a good girl.”
“My good girl,” he corrects.
I nod frantically. “Yes, your good girl.”
One hand slides down my body, grazing past my clit far too quickly before he runs several fingers up and down my slit, gathering the wetness there right before he thrusts them inside me, hard.
I cry out, and he pinches my nipple at the same time his thumb presses firmly against my clit, and with just a few thrusts off his fingers, my orgasm explodes out of me.
I bite my lip to muffle the sound, and he continues stroking me through my release.
I don’t think I’ve ever come so quickly before, and it takes a minute before my body stops trembling. I realize he hasn’t let up on his fondling, and I begin to squirm against him. “No more.”
He presses his lips to my neck, and I swear I feel him smile as he hums against my skin. “Did you forget who’s in charge here, little bird?”
My eyes widen when I realize he’s not kidding.
My body is so sensitive, I know it will be impossible to come again.
But I’m not willing to say red yet, so I just let him continue his torture, and after a couple minutes, I realize it’s only torture because I want to come again.
Somehow, he worked me up again without me even knowing it was happening.
When did it cross the line from being too sensitive and wanting him to stop, to wanting another release and begging him to continue?
“Please,” I whisper when he doesn’t let up.
“Please, what?”
“Please, I want more. I want you.”
His hands leave me, and a whimper escapes at the loss.
There’s a soft rustling, then he’s moving me to my back.
A pile of blankets cushions my hands so I’m not crushing them, and when he’s situated between my legs on his knees, he takes a moment to take in my body.
He reaches up and squeezes my breasts, humming in approval and flicking my nipples before his hands skim down to my pleated skirt.
“I’m going to leave this on, it’s sexy as hell, and every time you wear it, I imagine flipping it up and taking you on the spot.
” I bite my lip as he pushes it up to reveal my core.
“These, however…” He trails off when he sees my panties, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a switchblade that he pops open.
My eyes widen, and I feel him run the blunt side up my inner thigh. There’s a slight tug, then it's repeated on the other side. He holds up my shredded panties, his eyes delighted as he assesses the state of them.
“My my my.” My cheeks grow red. Even from here I can see how wet they are.
He sets them aside, along with the knife, as he leans forward over me, his hands pressing to the ground on either side of my head.
“Does being tied up make you wet, Wren?” I nod, and I see the heat in his eyes right before he leans down and kisses me… hard.
His tongue immediately thrusts inside, demanding entrance as he takes complete control of me.
One hand finds its way to my breast, and I whimper against him when he tugs on my nipple.
After a few minutes of that torture, his hands travel lower, spearing two fingers into me, at a slow, languid pace.
I try to thrust my hips up against him, making him quicken the pace and use more force, but with my hands behind my back, it’s difficult.
Finally, he lifts his head as he tells me, “I need to stretch you more first, okay?”
I nod, and he holds up his two glistening fingers, then shows me as he lifts a third finger to join them. His hand lowers, and he pushes them in much more slowly this time. I throw my head back as he starts to stretch me, unsure if it’s painful or if I love it.
When they’re all the way in, he starts to thrust, slowly, and I realize how amazing the stretch feels. “Yes!” I whisper as he begins to pick up speed.
“Good girl, you’re taking my fingers so well.” He continues the motion until I’m begging for more.
He pushes up to his knees as he slowly unbuttons his shirt and shrugs it off. My hands fight for freedom, aching to touch him, and he smirks at me.
Sly smirks.
It makes him even more attractive, but all I can do is watch as he undoes his pants and pulls them and his boxers off, quickly getting himself settled back on his knees between my legs—completely naked.
I’m sure my eyes must be as round as saucers as I take in his naked form. He reaches down and squeezes his cock, making me lick my lips, wishing I could have a little taste first.
His eyes shine, like he knows what I’m thinking, and he leans forward, running his hard length through my folds, coating himself in my juices.
“Are you ready for me, little bird?” he asks as he leans forward again, one hand resting on the ground beside my head as he continues thrusting through my center, the head of his cock repeatedly nudging my clit as I whimper beneath him.
I nod frantically as he lines himself up with my entrance.
His eyes move to mine, and he slowly nudges his tip inside me, enough that he doesn’t need to hold himself anymore, allowing his hand to move to my clit.
He flicks it with his finger, and I gasp.
He uses my distraction to push himself in slowly.
“Dios mio!” I exclaim, feeling unprepared for this sort of stretch. It borders on painful, but my body tells me I want more when he pulls out an inch and a whimper escapes me.
“Shh, it’s okay, I’m going slow, so I don’t hurt you too much.”
“You’re not hurting me,” I tell him as my head shakes from side to side.