Chapter 26
Sutton
I felt buzzed, and it had nothing to do with the glass of wine I’d had at dinner.
Jagger led me to his bedroom by the hand. Once we were inside, he took a seat on the edge of the mattress and pulled me to stand between his open legs. “Undress for me.”
My heart thumped. I didn’t understand exactly why, but his authoritative tone sent a rush of goosebumps over my arms. I reached for my heels first, but he stopped me with a crooked grin. “Those stay on.”
I nodded and swallowed, nerves really beginning to set in.
The material of my silk two-piece outfit felt heavier than it was as I reached behind me and unzipped the skirt.
But when I let it slip to the floor and looked up and saw Jagger’s eyes filled with blazing heat, my confidence got a boost. He wanted me as much as I wanted him, and it didn’t matter that I wasn’t experienced in the art of a sultry striptease.
Seeing his desire made me stand taller, be a little more daring and flirty as I peeled pieces of my clothing off one by one.
Once I was fully naked, Jagger leaned over and pressed a kiss to my stomach. His lips vibrated against my skin. “Such a good girl. I can’t wait to reward you.”
He slid open the nightstand and pulled out a set of leather handcuffs. Holding them up to me, he spoke softly, “I left the tag on so you can see they’re brand new. I bought them for us.”
I smiled. “Thank you.”
Jagger set them aside and stood. He wrapped one of his big hands around my throat and used it to pull me in for a kiss.
It was hard to believe I’d never been able to orgasm with a man before when I was on edge already from just a simple touch.
His thumb stroked over my pulse line, and when he squeezed, relief washed over me.
I wanted him to take control. I trusted him to.
Jagger broke the kiss by tugging the flesh of my lower lip between his teeth as he pulled away. “You test every last ounce of my self-control, sweetheart.”
“I gave up on trying to control anything when I’m around you.”
He brushed his knuckles along my cheek. “Good. I don’t want you to hold back anything when you’re with me.” Jagger scooped me into his arms, setting me down gently in the middle of the bed before climbing on and straddling my hips, the handcuffs in his hands.
“They’re padded inside, but you don’t want to pull against them too hard, or you’ll bruise and get chafed.”
“Okay.”
He lifted my arm, kissed the inside of my wrist, and slipped on the first cuff. The clicking sound of it tightening sent a lightning bolt through my body. He attached the other end to the headboard and moved to the next cuff. When he was done, my arms were spread in a wide V over my head.
“Pull,” Jagger said. “Feel the restraints.”
I did, and it surprised me how much I liked it—liked the restriction of movement and the pinch of pain from the cuff digging into me.
Jagger watched me and smiled. “We’ll leave your legs free. This time.”
He climbed off the bed, and I assumed he was going to undress, but instead he headed for the door.
“Wait,” I called. “Where are you going?”
“Shut your eyes and think about all the things I can do to you, and you won’t be able to stop me.”
Oh God. With my history, that statement should’ve scared the crap out of me, but again, I liked it.
A lot. My breaths quickened, and I imagined giving up control, letting Jagger do whatever he wanted to my body—his cock sliding into my mouth, his mouth on me…
I pulled against the tight cuffs, imagining how I would try to touch him as he thrust deep into me, but wouldn’t be able to.
I was still lost in my vivid imagination when footsteps came back into the room. My eyes opened to find Jagger setting what looked like an ice bucket on the nightstand. He walked to the bottom of the bed and unbuttoned the cuffs of his dress shirt as he spoke.
“You can watch me undress. But when I’m done, you’re going to close your eyes and not open them until I tell you that you can. Understood?”
I nodded.
“What happens if you open them before I say it’s time, Sutton?”
“You’ll punish me.” Just saying the words made me aroused.
“And what will your punishment be?”
“I won’t be able to come?”
He shook his head as he unbuttoned the last button on his shirt and pulled it off. “Your punishment will be whatever I decide it will be. Understood?”
I swallowed. “Yes.”
My brain went haywire as his underwear finally came down. The man’s body was a masterpiece, and my eyes jumped around, trying to decide whether I should thank God for his washboard abs first or his thick cock that reached up to almost his belly button. Jagger’s lips curled at the corners.
“Right back atcha, sweetheart.” He walked over to the nightstand and took an ice cube from the bucket. “Time to close your eyes.”
I hesitated, partially because I didn’t want to give up the view, but also because I was dying to know what was going to come next. But Jagger’s voice was stern when he spoke again. “Sutton, eyes closed. Now.”
I squeezed them shut and waited. Long seconds ticked by as my anticipation built.
I felt the bed dip and heard him moving around, but wasn’t sure exactly where he was.
Then a warm hand touched my foot. I jumped at the unexpected contact.
Jagger guided my leg toward the side of the bed and set it down gently before doing the same to the other.
I’d never been so exposed in my life—my arms were cuffed into a V and legs were spread wide.
“You look beautiful,” Jagger’s gravelly voice slid along my bare skin. Maybe my other senses were more heightened because I couldn’t see, but I could’ve sworn I felt his words caress me. “Better than I could’ve imagined. You look like mine to do as I please.”
“I am yours.” The words hung heavy in the air, and I wondered if I should add to do with what you please.
But then the bed dipped again, and cold pressed against my inner thigh.
I gasped. My skin was already on fire, and the ice felt like it was burning a path as Jagger slowly slid the cube up my leg.
When he reached my center, he veered to my hip and kept going up.
Circling my navel painfully slowly twice, he skated along my ribs until arriving at my breast, where he traced the outline of my pebbled areola.
Then suddenly the cold disappeared, and my body went on high alert, anticipating where it might return. It made its appearance at a place I didn’t expect—in his mouth. Jagger sucked in one of my nipples, and the warmth of his mouth gave way to the hard, cold ice inside.
“Oh, God.” I moaned as he pulled back, sucking hard on the withdrawal, and I heard the smile in his voice when he spoke.
“You can call me Mr. Langston.”
The bed dipped yet again and next came the sound of ice rattling. I held my breath, expecting he was getting a fresh cube to do the same on the other side of my body. But instead I felt his hand hovering between my legs.
“Squeeze those eyes shut tight. I don’t want them to open and spoil all the fun I’m having.”
I’d barely had time to comply before something nudged at my entrance. At first I thought Jagger had slipped a finger into me, but then I felt a cold burn inside me. I arched off the bed at the odd sensation. “Jagger…”
“I’m going to work the other side of your body, then catch the drops that drip out of you with my tongue.”
I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.
Jagger took his time tracing up and down the right side of my body.
By the time he was done, I’d grown desperate for friction.
He settled between my legs, lifting my thighs over his shoulders.
His tongue lapped at me, slurping up the constant drips of water leaking from my body.
“Jagger, please.” I lifted my hips from the bed and tried to maneuver my clit to his mouth, but he only laid a hand at my stomach and flattened me back to the mattress.
“When you’re ready,” he said.
“I’m ready now.”
He tsked. “You’ll be ready when I decide you are.”
I pouted, but it did nothing to hurry him along.
Long licks built me to a panting frenzy, and when his tongue speared inside me, I realized he might not have to touch my clit to set me off after all.
My muscles tightened, and I felt the wave building.
Just when I thought it was about to crest, Jagger’s tongue disappeared.
“Oh, God,” I cried. “No! No. No. No!”
The amused tone of his voice made me want to smack him. “Patience is a virtue, Ms. Holland.”
“So is compassion, so I think you should put me out of my misery.”
He chuckled. “You can open your eyes.”
I squinted at him. “My whole body feels like there’s a tickle I can’t scratch.”
His smile widened, and he crawled up and pressed his lips to mine. His cock pressed against me. It was so hard, so right there... If I could just… I wiggled beneath his weight, trying to position my hips so he was lined up at my opening.
Jagger sat up and looked down at me. “You’re trying to test my control.”
“No, I’m trying to break it.”
He shook his head. “That’s not possible.”
Though suddenly, it hit me that I’d been going about things all wrong. I did have something I was certain he couldn’t resist, and it wasn’t my begging. I grinned up at him. “Yesterday was day twenty-eight since I went on the pill. Which means you can come inside me without a condom.”
Jagger’s head dropped. “Fuck. That’s cheating.”
I reached for him, but the tight restraints bit into my wrists. So I had to settle for lifting my head to his ear. “Come inside of me, Mr. Langston. Please?”
He growled. But it also did the trick. He sank into my body in one deep, hard thrust.
“You’re so damn tight. You’re going to get what you asked for faster than you want it.”
But I’d been on edge since we started, and it wasn’t going to take much to push me over.
My legs wrapped around his back, and I held on for dear life as he ferociously pumped in and out.
Seeing and feeling Jagger as desperate as I was made emotions bubble up inside of me.
I reached for him, forgetting about the restraints, wanting to claw my nails down his back.
The bite of pain made my body throb, and I moaned.
Jagger shifted his hips, the thick length of him rubbing against a desperate ache inside of me.
“Come for me, Sutton.” He groaned. “Now.”
My body didn’t have to be told twice. It twitched and convulsed its way through the most powerful orgasm of my life while Jagger watched me come undone.
After, he sped up his thrusts, racing to his own climax.
He came inside of me with a roar so loud that it vibrated and bounced off the walls.
The feel of his hot cum spilling into me caused a new quake of aftershocks to jerk through my body.
Jagger was quiet as he unlocked the cuffs and freed my wrists. He stayed that way while he went into the bathroom and came back and cleaned me up. When he was done, he covered my body with his once again, looking down into my eyes.
“You made me lose control,” he whispered before pressing his lips to mine.
“Is that a bad thing? I thought it was pretty amazing, and I didn’t have any control.”
“That remains to be seen. It’s not something that’s ever ended well before.”