Eleven
ALYSSA
STANDING in Zac’s bathroom, looking at my reflection in the mirror, I inspect the bruise forming on my face.
It’s not that bad. I expected it to be a lot worse from the way Zac reacted when he saw my face.
This is nothing a bit of foundation won’t cover; besides, I’ve had worse bruises left on my face before.
Shaking my head to clear thoughts from the past, I run the water and wash my face and then strip out of my clothes. Taking one last look in the mirror, I pull my hair out of the hair tie and run my hands through it, letting the waves fall over my shoulders.
Opening the door and stepping back into the bedroom, I freeze, the breath taken out of me. I don’t know how he does it, how he affects me so easily. It’s almost like as soon as I lay eyes on him, I’m instantly wet and needy.
Zac is standing by the side of the bed, shirtless. He’s removed his shoes and socks and has the button and fly undone on his dress pants. I can see the top of his black Calvin Kleins. He just stands there with all those tanned muscles on display.
His torso is strong, with a wide chest and broad shoulders. A narrow waist with goddamn washboard abs… I always thought the term “washboard abs” was just an exaggerated saying, but I get it now… boy, do I get it now. What I wouldn’t do to run my tongue over all of those ridges of his body.
Smirking at me like he knows just how much his body affects me, he asks, “See something you like, sunshine?”
As my eyes roam up and down his body again, for like the zillionth time since stepping out of the bathroom, I can see the outline of his now hard cock trying to escape the confines of his pants. Smiling up at him and fluttering my lashes, I aim for coy.
“Meh, it’s not bad, but it sure looks like you’re really liking what you see right now.” I point to his very obvious and very impressive erection.
“I’m about ten seconds away from throwing you down on this fucking bed, tying you up, and showing you exactly just how much I fucking love what I see right now,” he growls out, literally growls.
As he goes to take a step forward, I hold my hand in a stop motion. To my surprise, he stops in his spot, a concerned look crossing his features.
“Stop right there, GQ. Don’t you dare move a muscle.
” Turning, I dig through my clutch for my phone.
Finding it, I hold it up excitedly. “I need to capture all this perfectness.” At his shocked look, it crosses my mind that he might not actually want me to take photos of him in a state of undress. “You don’t mind, do you?”
“Baby, you can take as many pictures of me as you want. In fact, your camera roll should be filled of pictures of just me.”
Smiling, I snap away. It’s a perfect shot.
Looking at the picture, I say, “This is fucking amazing, really.” Throwing the phone back down on the dresser, I look up at Zac.
“At least now, whenever I’m in my bed by myself, I can look at this picture and scream your name when I make myself come. ” I smile as sweetly as I can manage.
Zac’s eyebrows raise and within five seconds, he has me over his shoulder and storming back towards the bed. Landing in the middle of the bed, I haven’t even had time to get my bearings before he’s on top of me and his lips are slammed onto mine.
Zac’s hands hold my head in place, tilting it slightly, allowing him the access to my mouth he hungrily seeks.
I can feel this kiss all the way down to my toes, tingles running through my body.
I arch my hips up, seeking the friction that my core is desperate for.
My hips meet nothing but air. I groan out loud at the disappointment and frustration of not being able to get the friction I’m desperate for.
Zac laughs into the kiss. Pulling away, he looks at me with those emerald green eyes. Mesmerising, that’s what they are, his eyes. They draw you in and hold you captured. I’m lost, so lost to this man.
“Patience, sunshine. I plan on taking my time with you tonight. I rushed too much earlier, but now, now I’m going to savour you.” He runs wet kisses down my neck and back up, nibbling on my ear. “I will treasure your body like it was made to be treasured.”
I can feel how wet I am. I can feel the moisture dampen my centre.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I arch my hips up again, my core just grazing Zac’s hardened cock.
But it’s not enough. Letting out a moan, I try again to arch my hips up, only to have Zac pull back.
Into my ear, he whispers, “This greedy pussy of yours is going to get you into trouble, sunshine. What am I going to do with you?”
“You could start by giving me what I want, now, Zac. I need you inside me now, dammit.” I moan as his cock barely grazes my pussy. “Please.” I’m at the point that I don’t even care that I’m begging. I mean, I don’t recall ever being so wanton that I was reduced to begging.
Zac laughs. He sits up and runs his hands down the sides of my ribs and back up; my body arches up towards him. “I fucking love how responsive your body is to my touch, sunshine.”
I reach my hands up to touch him, and run my hands over his pecs. He catches them before I get to those lickable fucking abs.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Shaking his head, he puts my arms up over my head. “Leave ‘em there, or I will tie them down.”
I can’t help the moan that escapes me as I think about being tied down and at his mercy. I’ve never even considered letting any man tie me down before, but the thought of Zac tying me down, that sends tingles straight to my core.
“So, it seems my sunshine likes the thought of being tied up, served up on a platter for me to devour, to worship this body as I see fit.” His stare pierces through me.
I moan, raising my hips, only to groan out when they meet nothing but air.
Zac stands from the bed. Staring down at me, he orders (yes, orders), “Don’t fucking move. ”
He walks into his walk-in wardrobe, coming back out holding a long piece of thin black rope. My eyes are drawn to the rope as he gets closer, kneeling over the top of me as he watches my expression for what seems like forever.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
Without hesitating, I look him straight in the eyes, hold my arms out towards him with my wrists together, palms facing up, and say, “Yes, without a doubt.”
I feel Zac shiver at my answer. He leans down and kisses my lips softly before whispering, “Thank you.”
Zac coils the black rope around both my wrists, pulling at the knot.
Picking me up like I weigh nothing at all, he positions me in the centre of the bed before raising my arms and tying the rope to the head of the bed.
Kneeling between my legs, he spreads my thighs as wide as they will open, staring down at my still covered pussy.
“I actually don’t know where to start, what to devour first. Should I start up here?
” he says, palming my breasts and tweaking my nipples.
“Or…” Moving one hand down my stomach, he cups my now quivering centre.
“Should I start at the promise land, and give my pussy the attention she is so greedily seeking.”
“Argh, mmm.” I don’t know whether I moan or groan, but whatever noise I make has Zac sending me his trademark panty-melting smirk. Leaning down, he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking right through the lace of my bra, his other hand paying attention to my other nipple.
“Oh god, Zac, please.” I’m not sure what I’m begging for… for him to stop, or for him to keep delivering this sweet torture.
Releasing my nipple, he moves to the other side. As he puts it in his mouth, he asks, “Please what, baby? All you have to do is ask, and I will happily deliver.” He sucks harder, flicking his tongue.
When he finally releases my nipple and raises up, he stares down at me. “I fucking love these tits. I could drown in these tits.”
“Please don’t stop.” I’m begging again, going out of my mind with need.
“You don’t even have to ask, because I’m never going to fucking stop worshiping your body, sunshine.
” He unclasps my bra from my back and raises the straps up to where my wrists are tied.
My breasts falling free, my nipples are hard and wanting his mouth back on them.
Unconsciously, I raise my body up towards him as much as I can.
Zac grabs both of my breasts, squeezing and tweaking my nipples. Moaning out loud, I question, “Is it possible to come with you only touching my breasts, because right now, I think it’s a high possibility… oh god.”
He chuckles. “That’s something we will have to test out one day, but not today. I’m hungry and haven’t eaten dinner yet.”
This both confuses me and riles me up. How dare he tease me to the brink, only to leave to eat? “You want to stop and eat food now? Are you kidding me?” I’m sure if my eyes could send daggers his way, they would be.
He looks at me, shaking his head, amused. Reaching down, he grabs the fabric of my panties in both hands and pulls. I hear the tear, the ripping sound. Why this has me turned on, I don’t know, but I also don’t care. Zac brings my panties up to his nose and inhales.
“I fucking love the smell of you.” He throws the panties over his shoulder and onto the floor as he says, “Mmm, I’m not hungry for food, sunshine. I’m fucking starved for the taste of you on my lips.”
That’s a meal I can be down for—well, technically he would be the one that would be down. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
Trying to get him to get on with it, I remember how good he was with his tongue earlier, and I can’t wait to get that tongue on me again.
Zac starts kissing his way down my stomach.
He skips my pussy, lifts my left leg and lays wet kisses from my knee up my inner thighs, stopping just short of where my pussy is begging for his attention.
Putting that leg down, he repeats the action on the opposite leg.