Chapter 32 #2
“I’ve missed you,” I whispered. “Balancing how to spend time with the three of you here, without completely giving it away, has been harder than I expected.”
“You’re doing just fine. We all know it’s not easy, or simple…” He kissed my forehead before mumbling against my skin. “But I’ve missed you, too, beautiful.”
I snuggled into his embrace, his body cool against my overheated skin. As my hips wriggled against him, he huffed a quiet laugh.
“Bad dream?”
“Nope. Just horny.”
He laughed louder, pulling back to kiss the impish grin on my face. “Well, we should do something about that, then. Shouldn’t we?”
“I suppose.” I stretched and pressed into his body, smiling when he arched a brow. “I mean, if you insist…”
“Mmm…” He nodded, his eyes darkening as he took in my stretch. My arms reached toward the headboard, toes pointing to the end of the bed, and Landon knew exactly what I wanted.
And that I’d be a brat to get it.
He rolled me onto my back, hovering over me and ordering, “Don’t move.”
His low voice held me still as he reached into the bedside table. Pulling out two items, he set one on the pillow and took the other into his right hand. While the left stroked from my neck to my chest.
“A condom and rope?” I bit back a moan when he cupped my breast. “You’re like a goddamn Boy Scout, Landon Scott.”
He tweaked my nipple, and I locked eyes with him, panting.
“I think my Lady is forgetting something…”
I searched his gaze for what he meant, but when he continued his torment on my breasts, my eyes fell closed. All I could do was feel.
“Landon…”
A harder pinch made me yelp.
My eyes widened and breathing quickened as he pushed my sleep shirt up to my waist.
He unraveled the rope, beckoning me to sit up, as his low, commanding voice liquefied my core.
“When we’re like this…When you’re at my mercy…” He slowly teased my shirt up and over my head, pulling it from my body before looping the rope around my wrists. Easing me back onto the bed, he leaned forward over me. “What do you call me?”
“Sir,” I rasped.
“Good girl,” he murmured in my ear as my body writhed beneath him. Tightening the rope, he did some sort of kinky voodoo to attach it to the headboard. “You like being my good girl, don’t you?”
“Yes.” When his eyes flashed to mine, I quickly corrected. “Yes, sir.”
“That’s better. You don’t want to be punished, do you?”
I mean…
Maybe a little bit.
But I wanted the orgasms more. “No, sir. I-I want to be your good girl.”
He kissed his way down my body, taking his time over my breasts and teasing me as he passed over the apex of my thighs. Continuing down my legs, nipping at my inner thighs, he turned me into a mess of need and desire by the time he wrapped his hand around my ankle.
By the time he finished binding my legs, my panties were soaked. Need throbbed relentlessly between my legs, but he didn’t touch me where I needed him.
He sat back and raked his gaze over me, making me wait.
I cried out when he finally cupped my sex, lifting my hips to press against his palm.
When he pulled it away, I thought I’d die from the anticipation. My heart raced. My arms and legs strained against their bonds.
And I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
He took off his shirt, tossing it aside as I drank in the way his muscles shifted and tensed.
From his broad shoulders, down his abs and to the cut of muscle in his sides, leading to the drawstring at his waist. He toyed with the tie while I stared, aching for what I wanted.
Just as he was about to give it to me, a knock at the door shocked us both.
His brow furrowed, and he looked between me and the door quickly like he wasn’t sure if he should untie me or see who was there. Quite frankly, I was so out of my mind, I thought he should just keep going. But I reined in my response as he called out.
“Who’s there?”
“Landon, it’s me. Kingston.”
I had no idea what time it was, but if Kingston was knocking, it was either earlier than I’d thought or something had woken him in the middle of the night. Either way, I nodded to Landon to open the door.
He arched a brow at the state I was in, but I shrugged.
For no ulterior motive whatsoever.
Landon went to the door but didn’t immediately open it. “Is it urgent?”
“No, not urgent.”
The question confused me, but it surprised me more when Landon cracked open the door and peeked out before allowing Kingston to come in.
His eyebrows rose at the sight of me trussed up like a fancy meal.
But the smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and the way his eyes raked over my body, assured me he was into it.
“Why’d you ask him if it was urgent?” I directed the question to Landon as he came back to the bed.
“Code to make sure he was alone.”
“If someone was with me, I’d say yes if they were forcing me to, so no signals it’s safe.” Kingston explained, standing by the edge of the bed. “But I don’t usually come by in the middle of the night, so Landon still knew it was urgent.”
“Is everything okay?”
I tried to sit up before remembering the rope. Kingston’s eyes darkened, and he shared a look with Landon before nodding to me. “It’s nothing that can’t wait, now, love. If…you don’t mind me joining you.”
“Um. Yes, please.”
Landon cleared his throat, still in his role from earlier, and his sharp gaze reminded me what I’d forgotten.
King or not, I was still his, too.
“Would that be alright with you…” I dropped my voice and lowered my eyes. “Sir?”
Kingston straightened, throat bobbing with a deep swallow as we waited for Landon’s decision.