14. Cooper
14
COOPER
“ B efore we do this, I want you to tell me if you get uncomfortable or it doesn’t feel right to you. Tell me to stop, and I will.” My heart thundered in my ears, and I worried if I’d even hear her if she told me to stop. “Better shout a safe word, too, just to make sure I hear you.”
I watched her face lose some color and she locked her arms behind her back. The position did nothing to hide her body and everything to put those delicious tits of hers on display. My mouth started to water. I really wanted to touch her.
“Like what word? Isn’t saying, C.T. enough?”
I didn’t want to laugh at her because she looked so serious. “The object is for it to be a word that is clearly not something you’d normally say in the moment, so the intent is clear. You call me C.T. and I’ll think you’re really getting into it.”
Her eyes widened and then a concise nod of understanding. “Pickles.”
The word was so ridiculous and unexpected, I couldn’t help but smile. “Pickles, it is.”
I pointed at the bed. “Lie down on your stomach. Arms up toward the headboard.”
Shock opened her mouth. I prepared for a denial, of her saying pickles, this early into the situation. But she didn’t. Renée unclasped her hands and moved to the bed. She put a knee up on it and crawled across the surface, giving me the sexiest peepshow I’d never expected.
I rubbed a hand across my heart and let out a sigh. Damn, she was so fucking beautiful she made me ache. When she was in the position I’d requested, I approached the bed and sat down next to her head.
“I’m going to use a slipknot on your wrists. You’ll be able to get free by pulling on the release. Do you understand?” She wasn’t looking at me. “I need an acknowledgment.”
She slowly lifted her eyes. I couldn’t read them. Was I making a mistake?
“Yes.” She answered me, not the unspoken question in my head.
We’d see how far she let this go. As long as she allowed it, I’d keep going. Once the word was said, and she pulled the plug that was it. I’d keep my word and back off. When it comes to kink, I’m not hardcore. I’m not even soft core. I know enough to make sure my partner feels safe and that we both enjoy it.
Tying Renée to the bedposts in order to show that it was all right to let someone else be in control for a while, seemed a good idea. I know it did things for me. My cock was hard as a stone. After getting her hands tied and the knots how I wanted them, I reached into the bedside drawer and grabbed another condom.
Renée had her head turned to the side and watched me as I rolled the latex down my shaft. So much went on behind her eyes, but she didn’t say a word.
“You don’t have to be so quiet; you know? I’m not invoking a vow of silence.”
She didn’t answer.
“If you’d rather not experiment, we can stop now.” And yeah, hearing her say that would have killed me. She looked so unbelievably hot stretched out there on her belly with her arms spread and tied to each corner. Her perfectly rounded ass sticking up in the air.
“No. Continue.”
Just like that. Both condescending and commanding. Made me wonder exactly who was in control here.
“Spread your legs.”
She readjusted her position as much as the restraints would allow. I bent over that sweet ass of hers and started licking her, eating her from behind.
That’s when the sounds started. Moans, sighs, my name over and over in a litany that spurred me on until she writhed against my face. And I loved it. Loved this. Being with her and able to do anything to her body I wanted.
I flicked her clit with my tongue until she came, then I kissed her and rose to take my place behind her. I guided myself into her, slowly. Inch by inch.
Once I was seated all the way, I made a small rotation of my hips, grinding into her. A long moan rattled out of her. She had wrapped the bonds around her hands and pulled so tightly on them, her hands were blanched.
I leaned over and wrapped my hand around her, finding her clit. That little nub was the sweetest little button on the planet.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes,” she panted out. “Yes. So much.”
I sped up, pistoning my hips until the only sound in the room was that of our skin slapping together.
Fuck that felt so good. So hot. Then she tightened on me and I lost my mind. Both sound and sight fled as I began to orgasm. It seemed to go on forever and I was gone to the sensation.
Renée shook under me. Small sobs brought me out of my delirium.
Quickly, I disengaged and fell on the bed beside her, releasing her hands as fast as possible. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her head.
“Oh, my God. I’m so sorry. You didn’t say stop. You didn’t yell ‘pickles.’”
She balled up a delicate fist and hit me on the bicep. “Don’t you dare say you’re sorry for that.” Then she was kissing me.
I wrapped my arms around her, and held her close, letting the kiss go on and on. This was madness. Complete and utter fucking madness.
I couldn’t get enough of her. Didn’t want to get enough of her. She was so good, even when she was at her most vanilla.
Maybe that was the draw for me. The fact that this person who was known the world over and had this damn perfect persona was so open to anything and everything I suggested. I wondered where she might draw the line.
Renée broke off the kiss and backed up to study my face. She ran her thumb along my bottom lip. “That felt…amazing. Wonderful. I…yeah…”
I took her mouth again, rolling us over so she was under me. Her sweet nipples poked into my chest. I stroked my thumb over one of them, then pinched it.
Her moan filled my mouth, and I drank it in, greedy for her reaction.
Then I was in motion again, taking that stiff little peak into my mouth to suck on it. Renée sobbed and held my head to her.
“Don’t stop, please.”
Oh, I had no intention of stopping. We had all night.
And one day.
And then it would all be over.