Chapter 20 #2
He looked at me for a few seconds as his hand continued its maddening torment up and down my hip.
“Because when I saw you on the roof at my birthday, I was convinced you were a siren there to lure me off the ledge. I would’ve gone, too.
” A wicked smirk curved his mouth, stealing my focus until I barely noticed that he was backing me up.
I hit the wall behind me, but he cupped my head to cushion the impact. “I’ll always happily go down for you.”
And then his mouth dropped to mine, kissing me so thoroughly, I had to reach out to clutch his shirt to keep upright.
Or try to, at least.
Because his hands wrapped around my wrists to pin my arms at my side. His tight grip made it clear that I was supposed to stay in place. I didn’t even mind that as long as he kept kissing me. But for whatever reason, I fought against the hold anyway. Just to feel the unyielding force of him.
With a pained groan, he tore his mouth from mine. “I asked you a question, and I don’t like repeating myself.”
It took me a moment to sort through the lust fog to remember what that question was. “I say stop if I don’t like something.” At his rough squeeze, I added, “Sir.”
He gave an approving nod before releasing one of my wrists. He moved the other against the wall, and I jumped when something fuzzy brushed my skin. I looked down to see the inside of the cuff was lined with silky soft fur. My alarmed eyes darted to Tripp.
He paused with the cuff in one hand and my wrist in the other. “Do you trust me?”
I trusted him more than almost anyone else, but that wasn’t saying much. Still, I took a few deep inhales before nodding.
It wasn’t another approving nod I got, though that would’ve been enough. Instead, a proud grin split his handsome face. I lost the view much too fast when he buried his face in my neck to lick and nip the sensitive skin there. “So brave, baby.”
That praise was almost enough to extinguish the panic burning through me as he latched one wrist.
Almost.
But it did lessen it enough that I wasn’t hyperventilating. I was just breathing hard. And fast.
When one arm was secured, I thought he would rush to do the other side.
Honestly, I was hoping he would get it over with.
But he left me like that as he kissed my neck again.
My chest. My mouth. Then back again. He slipped the thin straps of my dress down to tease his fingers across the exposed tops of my breasts.
Without a bra, he could’ve easily freed them, but he didn’t.
Each graze was too gentle. Too fleeting. I wanted to use my free hand to force him to touch me more. Touch me everywhere. But I fought the urge and was rewarded with his teeth. His rough hold.
His body pinning mine in place so I could feel the long, thick evidence that he was getting off on my torment.
I lost all of it as he stepped back to secure my other wrist. Once he was done, he dropped to his knees in front of me. He shoved the tight skirt of my dress up to bunch around my hips.
I moved on instinct, the bindings keeping me in place with little give. I used my words instead. “You have to unlatch me.”
He pressed his mouth to my stomach, right above the waistband of my panties. “Are you saying stop?”
I shook my head so hard, it was a wonder my brain didn’t scramble. “We forgot to take my dress off first.”
“I didn’t forget. You look so pretty and put together.” He licked a path along the lace before smirking up at me. “Makes me want to see how well I can mess you up.”
The idea of looking anything less than my best usually would’ve been enough to send me into the same kind of panic attack as degradation would. But at the filthy glint in his gray eyes, I wanted to see how well he could mess me up, too.
If I could get the perfectionist part of my brain to shut off.
As it was, my brain had latched onto that apprehension, and I began to worry that I wouldn’t be able to do it. That it would turn into a repeat of the night before when all my overthinking and doubts had kept me from falling over the edge.
Tripp read me too well. “It won’t be like last night.”
“I know,” I lied as he slid my panties down. I stepped out of them on instinct.
“I told you I’m a quick study.”
“I didn’t doubt it.” I was vaguely aware of him spreading my legs, but I was too busy losing a mental argument with myself.
“You don’t need to be edged.”
“That we can both agree on.”
“You need to come over and over again until you’re begging me to stop.”
“Yes, I—” My brain functioned long enough to register his words, and I rapidly shook my head. “No, that’s—”
Any further argument flew from my head when his mouth covered me.
It wasn’t gradual. There was no teasing buildup.
None of the gentle grazes or soft touches he’d teased me with.
It was unrelentingly brutal as he sucked, bit, and licked me.
He speared two fingers deep inside me, stretching me as he zeroed in on my needy clit until I felt too much.
Too overwhelmed.
I tried to close my legs against his onslaught and gasped when I realized I couldn’t. There was no give at all to the fastenings he’d managed to secure while I was distracted.
Oh fuck.
I wiggled again. Even though the cuffs were lined, they still dug in.
And I came.
Hard.
Instantly.
Buzzing with bliss and languid pleasure until I couldn’t think, let alone overthink.
It might not have been as hard-fought as the one the night before, but it was just as blindingly phenomenal.
It also wasn’t enough for Tripp. True to his word, he didn’t ease back or call it well-enough—though it very much so was. He continued devouring me with that single-minded intensity that left me shaking.
“Tripp, I…”
My words had already trailed off even before he shifted away just far enough to bite my thigh. “Who am I?”
“Sir,” I corrected before my planned protests flipped to begging for me. “Harder, Sir. Please.”
“My fingers or my tongue?” he asked, seeming happy to do either.
But that wasn’t what I wanted. “Your teeth.”
His body, including his thick fingers pressed deep inside me, froze as he looked up.
A powerful man on his knees for me—focused on me—for the second night in a row.