94. Willow
WILLOW
His arms go under me as he shifts us on the bed. He scoots me up higher toward the headboard then grabs my wrists again pinning them to the mattress. The rose petals below us get moved, some getting stuck in my hair and the others being fluffed to the floor.
“Don’t move,” he growls, and I can feel my pussy clench on nothing. Begging to be filled.
He gets up and moves to the end of the bed leaning to unzip and remove my boots then my socks. The only thing I’m wearing is my black thong. His eyes run over every inch of my body, admiring and looking like he’s going to devour me. God, I fucking hope so.
He walks over to the bag sitting on the ground, picks it up, then opens it up as he walks back to the side of the bed. He sets down four bundles of what look like straps, then another blindfold.
“What else is in the bag?” I ask curiously.
“That’s for me to know, and for you to guess.”
“Guess?”
He holds up the blindfold and leans over me again.
“I’ll ask you again. Do you trust me, Little Rabbit?”
“With everything.”
“Good. Now sit up a little bit.”
He ties the blindfold tight, the soft black silk is smooth against my skin. It smells like his cologne. Overtaking my sense of smell as my sense of sight is taken from me.
“Can you see?” he asks.
“Not a single thing.”
“Good.”
I can feel him move on the bed then grab my wrist. It’s pulled tight as he wraps one of the straps around it then I hear a click as if he locked it to something. I tug against the restraint and feel it snap tight. It doesn’t have any slack. He repeats the same thing to my other wrist.
“Do you remember what to say if you want this to stop?” he asks as I feel him leave the bed.
“Red.”
“Good girl.”
He runs a hand down my leg to my foot lifting it to place a kiss against my ankle bone before wrapping the restraint around it.
Another click and I feel the strap pull tight.
This is like the truck, but better. The other leg is restrained, and I tug against all of them just to feel how tightly they are done.
I’m spread open on the bed, legs wide and arms stretched above my head, leaving me fully exposed to him.
“Tell me, Little Rabbit, did you enjoy that night in my truck? The one where I had you bare and spread open just like this on my front seat?”
“Yes.”
“Did you enjoy what we did?”
“Yes,” I moan from the memory.
“Good. Because I’d love to do that again. Will you let me take you into my darkness, Little Rabbit? Wrap it around you and keep you safe while I take care of you?”
“Please,” I whimper.
“Please what, Willow?”
I still can’t feel him on the bed, but I can feel his eyes on me. I can hear his breath and I can smell his cologne on the blindfold.
“Take me into your darkness. Drown me in it. Please, Noah. I want it all,” I beg.
“Oh, Little Rabbit.” There is an almost reverent tone to his voice when he says this. “I don’t think you understand how deep my darkness truly is.”
“Then show me,” I blurt out, begging him to touch me, kiss me, do anything.
Within a breath, he’s there covering my body with his. His hand cups my face as he kisses my lips then each cheek before ending on my neck.
“It’s not going to drown you, Little Rabbit. You have a darkness of your own. I know you do. I felt it that night in my truck. Your darkness calls to mine.”
He kisses the dip in my collarbone before letting his teeth graze against my skin. Goosebumps follow his lips as he continues to move down my body.
“I want to taste your darkness, Little Rabbit. I want you to embrace it. Tell me what you want.”
My mind runs through over a hundred different things I could want in a matter of seconds, but the one thing I keep focusing on is that knife.
That fucking knife. Being tied up completely at his mercy, and letting him use that knife on me was one of the most sensual, erotic, and pleasurable things to ever happen to me.
I felt almost ashamed while we were doing it, but then I remembered what he said.
Just let go, Willow. Accept it.
“I want you to use your knife again,” I beg, and I can feel his lips curl into a devilish smile against my skin.
It feels like an electric current running all over my body.
Each brush of his fingertips or breath against my skin is causing a jolt of pleasure to run down to my clit.
I’ve never wanted to give in to the dark thoughts I’ve had during sex because I was afraid of being judged.
It’s always just been normal ‘vanilla’ sex.
Nothing crazy. Nothing exciting…Not until Noah.
He knows what I truly want, the deep-down desires. He’s known them even before I was brave enough to accept them. I want to explore every dark fantasy I’ve thought of in the past while having to pleasure myself after the guy that I was dating left. And I want to do everything with him.
He kisses back up my body before kissing my lips, drawing out every last breath I have before breaking away.
“Remember your safe word, Little Rabbit. You’re going to need it.”