Chapter 30 Brody
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“Do you still trust me?” I murmur in Hannah’s ear. I crowd her space, spinning her so she’s facing the arm of the couch and I’m behind her. I kiss the top of her spine. Below her ear after I take off her shirt. “Do you, Hannah?”
“With everything I have,” she says, watching with wonder as I reach around her.
I tie the ribbons together, making a longer strand that will fit her hands. I loop it carefully around her wrists, tying them together. I check the security of the knot, knowing she can release herself at any time with a quick pull.
“Give it a gentle tug and tell me how that feels,” I tell her. She lets out a soft gasp when the ribbons strain against her skin. “Too tight? Uncomfortable at all?”
“No. No. It feels… right?”
“Good.” I run my hand up her leg, finding the zipper of her skirt. “You’ll tell me if that changes?”
“All this talking.” Hannah drops her head, resting it in the crook of my shoulder. She arches her back, and the things I want to do to her tits would get me in a world of fucking trouble. “When you could be doing things that are far more fun. Make yourself useful, Brody.”
“Yeah?” I grab her cheek. “How can I be useful, princess? Tell me, and I’ll do it.”
“You could start by lifting up my skirt,” she breathes out, smiling when I bring my palm under the hem of the soft material. I find fancy underwear there, and I hiss when I drag my knuckles across the front of it. Already wet. Legs spread open for me. “And fucking me.”
Her demand snaps me to attention, and I get rid of her skirt as quick as I can. My brain nearly short circuits at the red thong she’s wearing, and I pull away from her so I can trace the underside of her breast.
“You wear this under your clothes?” I ask, using my teeth to bring one of the straps of her bra down her shoulders. I do the same on the other side until her tits are free. “You just… walk around looking like this?”
“Is that a problem?” Hannah’s eyes flutter closed when I pluck her nipples. “I’ve always liked wearing cute outfits. I’ve always liked to feel pretty, and I like knowing if someone asked me to get naked, I’d look damn good doing it.”
“It’s only a problem because I’m not going to be able to look at you the same way again.
” I unclasp the hook in the back, letting the bra portion of the set fall to her bound wrists.
“I’m going to be wondering what you have on under your outfits.
What color you’re wearing that day. Christ, Hannah.
” I gather her hair, brushing it to the side so I can kiss her neck.
“This is really bad news for me. My productivity is going out the fucking window.”
“Permission granted to strip me down every time you see me.” She wiggles on the couch, her hips pressing into the front of my jeans. I hold her there so she can feel my hard cock. So she can know how much she turns me on. “You should take the rest of it off.”
“I’m going to leave the stockings on.” There’s a lump in my throat when I try to swallow. When I snap the top of the thigh-highs against her skin then rub over the sting with my thumb. I have a new fetish I didn’t even know existed. “If that’s okay.”
“It’s more than okay.” Hannah leans forward, lifting off the couch. I work the red bottoms down, giving her cheek a smack when I’m greeted by bare, creamy skin. She rocks her hips, a groan caught in her chest, and I smile. “That wasn’t too hard, by the way.”
“Good to know.” I kiss her forehead and pull away, rising to my feet. She follows my movements, watching me stand. “Stay there.”
“See something you like, Saunders?”
“So many things I like,” I croak. “Look at you practically naked and bound for me.” I pull the zipper down on my jeans, letting the denim pool at the floor. I step out of my pants, getting rid of my briefs next. “Keep your hands on the arm of the couch.”
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Something I’ve wanted to do for fucking weeks.” I step toward her, spitting in my hand. I grip my cock, giving it few rough strokes. “Fucking your tits.”
“Another first.” Her smile is sexy. “We’re crossing so many things off the list tonight.”
“The height should work.” I put hand in her hair. “Get me wet first, Hannah.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she says, and I hate myself when my cock gets even harder.
Hannah holds out her tongue and I rest the head on it, letting her lick and suck me. She starts at the tip, taking me down her throat, deeper with every thrust of my hips. When she reaches the root of my shaft, I groan, knowing I can’t let her do this for too long.
“That’s enough,” I say, twisting my fingers in her hair. “Take me out.” She does, saliva sticking to her lips when I pull away. I drag it down her cheek with my thumb, smiling when she moans. “Did you like that, sweetheart?”
“You’re the one with all the pre-cum when I called you Daddy. I think you liked it more than me.” She smirks. “Come on, Brody. Show me what else you can give me.”
Not a single fucking submissive bone, and I’m glad for it.
I bring her to the edge of the couch and push her knees open. I reach my hand between her legs, dragging my fingers through her entrance.
“Says the girl who is fucking soaked.” I rub her arousal up my length and step closer. “Bring your hands in front of you. I want you to push your tits together with your upper arms. Perfect, Hannah. There you go.” I wedge my cock between her breasts, groaning at the sensation. “Fuck.”
“Be rough with me,” Hannah whispers.
I am rough with her. I fist my cock, jerking my hips as I slide up and down her chest. I close my eyes, imagining it’s her pussy I’m fucking, and groan when she makes her cleavage even tighter. I stop every few thrusts and let her suck my length again, delighted when she gags.
My grunts fill the living room. I should’ve moved us to my bedroom where we’d be more comfortable, but there’s no stopping now.
Not when Hannah rolls her hips, grinding against the couch and trying to get herself off.
Not when she bends her neck, her tongue finding my balls before I start to fuck her again.
It’s the crudest thing I’ve ever done, but Hannah meets me every step of the way.
When I think I’m hurting her by yanking on her hair, her eyes twinkle.
When I’m about to ask if she needs to take a second to breathe, she shakes her head.
I’m hanging on by a thread, not sure if I want to finish all over her chest or with her riding me, and I make a split second decision when pleasure builds in my stomach.
“Stand up,” I pant, fumbling with my jeans. I find the condom I shoved in there on my way back from grabbing the ribbons and rip it open. Rolling it down my length, I stretch out on the couch, reaching for her. “Come ride me, sweetheart.”
“I love being on top.” Hannah leans into me for balance, her wrists still bound in front of her. “I like to watch you fall apart.”
“I’ve been falling apart for the last eight minutes.” I rest my hands on her waist, guiding her onto my length. There’s no foreplay, no chance to stretch her out, and she groans at the first press of my cock inside her. “Jesus Christ. You’re so fucking tight.”
“Give me a second.” Hannah relaxes, sinking down another inch. “Okay. Okay. That feels good.”
“I need more than a second,” I say, but this isn’t about me. This is about her, and she works my cock up and down. Faster, as she finds a rhythm, and she’s in complete control. “Use me, Hannah.”
Those must be the magic words, because her pace quickens. She lets out a sharp breath, burying me deep inside her. I open my mouth to try and groan, but no sound comes out. It’s disjointed thoughts. Bodies fused together, and I press my thumb on her clit, determined to get her to come.
“Brody.”
“How do your wrists feel, sweetheart?” I rub a slow circle, savoring the way she squirms on top of me. “Do you like being at my mercy?”
“So much.” Her head falls back, hair brushing against my knees. “You’re the only one I would want to do this with.”
I hold her in place, lifting my hips and trusting into her. I take control, watching her tits bounce. I give her ass a smack, and when she tightens around me, I know I’m going to come.
“I can’t last much longer, sweetheart. Are you—”
“I’m going to come too. Touch my clit. Please,” she says, and because hearing her beg is my favorite thing in the world, I do what she says.
Hannah moans my name, and that’s all it takes for me to tip over the edge. She follows me, riding the high while I hold her in place, not stopping until I fill the condom with my release.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper, ripping the ribbons in half with a single yank to free her wrists. I kiss the pink marks on her skin, soothing over them with my thumb. “Are you okay?”
“I think you might have killed me,” she mumbles, the words slurring at the edges. “Wholly and completely.”
“Hang on.” I lift her by her hips, groaning at the loss of contact.
I set her next to me on the couch, tying off the used condom and dropping it on the table.
I’ll clean it up later. Turning on my side, I bring her flush against me, stroking her shoulders while her breathing returns to normal. “Is that better?”
“Yeah. That felt different from the other times, and I don’t know why.” Hannah nuzzles into my embrace, my arms snaking around her waist. “Maybe because I couldn’t touch you how I wanted? It all felt… heightened.”
“Take away one sense, the others work harder.” I bring her hand to my mouth, kissing her knuckles. “Thank you for letting me try that with you.”
“I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to look at my ribbons the same way again.” Her laugh is barely a puff of air. She melts into me, the adrenaline waning. “All I’m going to see is you.”
“Is that such a terrible thing?”
“No.” She traces the rose on the back of my hand.
“You told me the days you get to see me are your favorite days. The ribbons. Skating. The way my outside edge work has only improved… all of those have become my favorite things because you’re there too.
The joy in the little moments. Like you said. ”
It feels… heavy. Like we’re taking the next step down a road I’m not sure where it leads, but I want to find out. With her.
I press a kiss to the back of her head, the smell of her shampoo tickling my nose. Tomorrow I’m going out to buy a bottle for her to keep here. I’ll buy a thousand bottles if it means she’s still around.
“Do you want to spend the night?” I ask. “I’ll even try pineapple on my pizza.”
“No.” Hannah turns in my arms, facing me. Her lipstick is smudged. Her hair is a messy, a piece matted to her cheek with sweaty. Beautiful. She’s so fucking beautiful. “Who are you, and what have you done with Brody Saunders?”
“Compromise, sweetheart. You let me tie your wrists together. I can eat pineapple on my pizza for one night.”
“Wow.” She props up on an elbow, looking down at me. “From the sound of it, I’d say you like me.”
“And if I do?” I ask, touching her chin.
“I’d say I like you too,” she murmurs, bringing her mouth to mine. “What a lucky, lucky girl am I.”