Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Dice
Carte blanche.
Iunlock the door and Queenie darts in as if she’s home. Lot strolls in behind her, boots off, hips swinging, body butter fragrant and heady—something that’s been tormenting me all night.
She pauses just inside the bedroom, brows pinched. “Where’s my bag and all my clothes?”
“I put the clean stuff in the drawer. The rest’s in the wash… with mine.”
She stares at me, eyes squinted, lips pursed. Surprised? Annoyed? Confused? All the above?
It didn’t seem that big a deal when I was doing it. Just… natural. Her clothes were everywhere. But it all hits me now—cooking, feeding her cat, keeping her phone charged and her gas tank filled. Picking up after her.
Domesticated.
C’s damn bet.
She blinks, still processing, but her expression smooths out to its normal level of mild irritation. “Thanks, but you didn’t have to—”
I cut her off with a kiss. Harder than I meant to. Trying to press down the part of me that’s letting too much softness in. But all it does is twist the need tighter.
Her lips part and her tongue touches mine, slick and warm, wine and Lot.
I go deeper. Hands in her hair. Bodies flush, hers yielding against me. I can feel the peaks of her nipples clear through my sweater.
It always feels right with Lot. Always transcendent.
And that’s the danger.
I pull back, searching for control. Of the night. Of myself. Of whatever this is becoming.
“I want you cuffed,” I murmur, looking into her eyes. “Tied up. Spread open for me to touch. To taste. To fuck.”
Her breath hitches. “You mean like BDSM?” she asks, wariness poking through her arousal.
“I wouldn’t call it that.”
“Then what would you call it? ’Cause I’m not a submissive, and I don’t want to be.”
“You’ve surrendered to me before. I’m asking for that same thing tonight. You, choosing to give in… to trust me again with your pleasure.”
“And what about you, Dice?” Her voice drops, low, seductive. Challenging. “Will you give up control for trust?”
“You already have control, Lot. You bring me to my fucking knees.”
She shakes her head. “That’s not the same as trust. I’ve trusted you with anal play. With the app. I’ve opened up to you. And now you want more without giving anything back.”
Does she really not see it? That I’m already stripped. Exposed. Laid the fuck bare.
“I would never ask you to give anything you’re not willing to give.”
“Show me the cuffs.”
I cross to the closet and pull down the black bag. Unzipping it, I take out the restraints. Black. soft. Six padded pairs: wrist, thigh, and ankle. A tethering strap. Silk blindfold.
Her eyes go wide. “I’ve never been blindfolded or restrained like that before.”
“Turn-on, turn-off… curious?” I dangle the cuffs between us.
She bites her bottom lip. “Not gonna lie. It looks a little intimidating. But knowing you’ll make it good is definitely turning me on.”
Her words gut me. “I’ll take care of you, Lot. Use your safe word at any time, and we stop.”
She nods. “Then I want something after.”
“After what?”
“After you take me. Carte blanche.”
I don’t know what she’s going to ask me for. I only know I’d give her anything she wants.
I put the cuffs down, step closer, and begin to slowly undress her, kissing every new patch of skin I expose. She’s shivering already, and I haven’t even started.
I guide her to the bed. “Lie down for me.”
She holds my gaze as she eases back, locs spilling over the pillow, her chest rising and falling, nipples stiff and aching. That red polish on her toes gleams wickedly under the light.
I lift one of her wrists and kiss the inside before fastening the cuff around it. “You okay?”
She nods once, breathless. “Yeah.”
I do the other wrist with as much care. Then her thighs, saving the ankle cuffs for another time, and set the blindfold aside.
I use the straps to tether each thigh restraint to each wrist, gently pulling her knees up and open and securing them.
There’s enough tension to remind her she’s given me full access. Full trust.
I stand to look at her.
Fuck.
She’s everything. Plush and wet. Dripping honey.
I want to drink from her.
Drown in her.
Steep myself in every last drop.
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I murmur, meaning every word as I drag my index finger up the inside of her thigh. Close, but not touching where she needs it most. “You’re so fucking sexy. Soaked. It’s a full-time job keeping this greedy pussy satisfied.”
“Dice.” She writhes, eyes glazed, lips parted.
“Still good?”
“Better than good.”
I bend down, kissing my way up her leg. When I reach her center, I hover. Hot breath ghosting over her plump lips. “Say please.”
She narrows her eyes. “Really?”
“Mm-hmm.”
She makes me wait a beat, then grudgingly says, “Please.”
Not quite a surrender. But close enough for now. I reward her with one long, slow lick that makes her gasp and tense all over.
She tugs at the cuffs, asking for more without words. But I need her to say it.
I pull back slightly.
“Don’t,” she groans, voice ragged. “Don’t stop.”
“All in good time, Web.” I slide off the bed, slowly stripping off my clothes, letting her hear every whisper of fabric. When my underwear drops and I spring out—thick, hard, and leaking—she licks her lips.
“Fuck, Dice.”
“You want it?”
“Like my next breath.”
Damn. That almost takes me off course. Almost. “I’m going to blindfold you now. Heighten all those senses. You good with that?”
“Mm-hmm.” She nods, her breath quickening.
“Let me hear you say it.”
“Yes,” she pants eagerly. “Blindfold me.”
I slide it over her head, smoothing the black silk across her eyes. The moment she can’t see, I trail two fingers down her cheek. She trembles.
“Still good? I ask.
“Y-yes.”
I kiss her. Her mouth, usually all sass and snark, is now soft and yielding.
“I love kissing you,” I whisper, going in for more until we’re both breathing hard and heat is rising off our skin like steam. “I’ll be right back.”
“What? Where are you going?”
“Wait for it.”
She swears under her breath, and I grin as I walk to the kitchen to grab what I need. Minutes later, I return with a bowl in hand.
Damn, she really is a vision—restrained and blindfolded. Spread open like a feast. And all mine for the taking.
“Dice?”
“Right here, Web.”
I press an ice cube to her collarbone.
She gasps, muscles jumping at the shock of cold.
“Take a little more.” I slide the cube slowly between her breasts, then over them, circling each tight nipple. Goose bumps rush across her skin. I follow the liquid trail with my mouth, warmth chasing the chill.
She moans, jerking in the cuffs, trying to grab me… but she can’t. “Fuck,” she groans, raw and frustrated.
“Stop fighting it, Lot. Just give in.”
“Easy for you to say. You’re not at my mercy.”
“You’re wrong.” I press my cock between her thighs, right against her juicy heat.
“Feel that? I’m dying here.”
“Then just do me.”
“I will. But not yet.” With Herculean effort, I pull back and reach for the syrup. I drizzle it across her breasts and down the line of her torso, watching it drip to her soft rippling belly and pool in her navel.
“What is that?” She squirms.
I drag a strawberry through the thick amber on her body and bring it to her lips. “Taste.”
Tentative at first, she licks it. “Maple syrup and strawberries.” Then she takes a bite. “Mmm.”
I slide my tongue across her mouth and along her chin, catching the sweet stickiness. “Tastes better on you.” I work my way down, licking her breasts and stomach clean.
“You’re the fucking devil.”
I grin, hanging on by a thread, as I take another cold strawberry and press it to her inner thigh. She sucks in a sharp breath. I brush the fruit over her pussy, circling it slowly around her entrance. Not dipping inside. Not touching her clit. Just teasing. Torturing.
“Dammit, Dice,” she grits out, yanking against the restraints that hold her tight. Still fighting. Still trying to top from the bottom. “Make me come.”
“Beg for it.”
“I hate you.”
“That’s not what this sweet pussy’s saying. She’s purring for me, wildcat.”
“I can’t take it anymore.”
“Then use your safe word and I’ll stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop. I want you to stop fucking around.”
“All you have to do is beg and I’ll give it to you.” I roll the strawberry over her clit—just a flick, then gone.
Her pussy clenches around nothing, desperate. Her breaths come in quick bursts. Her voice trembles. “Please!” she finally cries.
“Please what?”
“Please… I need your mouth on me. Your tongue. Fuck me with it. Please, Dice. I need to get off—now. I’m begging you.”
“Good girl.” I select a bigger strawberry, coat the tip in syrup, and press it to her taint.
“Oh gawwwd.”
And when I drive my tongue into her, sliding deep, working in tandem with the fruit, Lot loses her mind. Writhing, gasping, begging me like I’m her salvation. No fight left, stripped down to only need.
I shift higher, lock on her clit, licking and sucking in a quick, steady rhythm. Her keening moans are euphoric, like she’s holding on by a single, frayed nerve.
I lift my mouth. “Say my name. Know who’s making you come.”
“Dice!” she sobs. “It’s you. Only you.”
That’s all I need. I devour her—lips, tongue, groans, while pushing the strawberry into her ass.
She cries out my name again and comes. Loud. Unfiltered. Gushing all over my face. Hot as hell. Beautiful.
I don’t stop. I lap at her gently, easing her down, coasting her through the aftershocks. Every tremor, every sound punches straight to my heart. This isn’t just sex. It never has been.
Whatever control I hoped to gain over myself, over us, is a fucking illusion.
She finally slumps, chest heaving.
“You gonna make it?” I ask, trying to sound light, even though I feel wrecked too.
“Not sure,” she croaks, her face slack with bliss.
I brush my lips against her inner thigh, then ease off the blindfold. She blinks slowly, adjusting to the light, and I kiss her. Deep, languid, longer than casual standards.
But my cock is throbbing. Demanding release. I reach for a condom.
“Web,” she whispers.
Her safe word. I stop cold. Search her eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Just… untie me.”
I undo her cuffs, massaging her wrists and thighs where the straps held her.
She flexes her hands and slowly sits up. With a mischievous gleam, she picks up the cuffs and taps them against her palm.
“My turn.”