42. Chapter 42 #4
Isabella sucked in a sharp breath.
“Oh, shit.”
I watched her face.
“Color?”
She took a few deep breaths, then nodded.
“Green.”
I attached the second.
This one earned a quieter gasp.
The delicate chain rested across the swell of her breasts.
I gave her a moment to adjust before brushing my fingertips around one nipple.
Her shoulders shifted.
“Mmm, I like that.”
I traced the sensitive skin again, then bent and used my mouth while my fingers toyed lightly with the chain.
She whined, and then the sound deepened when I changed the pressure.
“Well?”
Her eyes closed.
“I think I understand the appeal.”
“Thought you might.”
I slid an arm around her waist and moved her farther up the mattress, centering her beneath the headboard.
I worked her until her breathing had turned uneven, then reached for the silk tie I’d thrown onto the bed earlier.
She opened her eyes as I reached for her hands. “Give me your wrists, Mouse.” She let me take them.
I drew them together and wrapped the tie around them carefully, secured the knot, then guided her arms above her head and fastened the remaining length to the headboard.
Isabella tested the restraint once.
“You told me not to treat you like you were fragile.”
“I did.”
“So stop checking whether I know how to tie a knot.”
Her smile returned.
“I was testing your work.”
“My work is fine.”
I kissed her before she could keep going, then reached for my phone again.
Photo three filled the screen.
This one stripped the humor from her expression much faster when I showed it to her.
She lay across white sheets with her knees spread wide, one hand opening her pussy for the camera while the other touched herself.
I held the photograph beside her body.
Her face went hot.
“You sent me this while sitting beside me in that SUV.”
“I remember.”
“Do you have any idea what I wanted to do when I saw it?”
She swallowed.
“What?”
“I wanted to spread those thighs myself, bury my face between them, and eat that cunt until you were shaking against my mouth.”
Her legs shifted against the sheets.
There was the reaction I wanted.
“I wanted to hear what kind of noises you’d make when I stopped just before you came.”
Her eyes narrowed.
I put the phone aside and slid my hands beneath her knees, spreading her thighs wider across the sheets.
“You wouldn’t.”
“After what you did to me tonight?” I settled between her legs. “You should know better than to challenge me.”
Before she could answer, I lowered my mouth to her pussy.
Her hips lifted immediately.
I hooked an arm around one thigh to hold her open and dragged my tongue slowly through her, tasting how wet she already was before circling her clit. A soft moan escaped her, then another when I pushed two fingers inside and curled them while my tongue kept working.
The tie pulled taut above her head as she gripped against it.
I took my time, licking, sucking, and nibbling her until her breathing went ragged, and worked my fingers faster until her hips began meeting every stroke.
“Lachlan.”
I knew the way she said my name.
Her thighs tightened around my shoulders, her pussy clenching hard around my fingers as she rushed toward the edge.
Then I stopped.
Her hips sought my hand as I withdrew my fingers.
“No!”
I lifted my head.
She stared down at me, flushed and furious, her wrists straining against the tie.
“That’s mean.”
I smiled. “You called me a bad boy, Mouse.”
“You are.”
“Then stop complaining when I behave like one.”
“I’m absolutely going to complain.”
“Complain all you like.”
I gave her long enough for the worst of the frustration to ease before lowering my mouth to her again.
This time I didn’t rush her. I licked slowly, letting her think I might have decided to be merciful, until the tension gradually returned to her thighs.
Then I reached for the little bullet.
Her eyes opened.
“What are you doing with that?”
“Showing you how much more trouble you bought yourself.”
I switched it on and pressed the vibration directly against her clit while sliding two fingers back inside her.
Her whole body jolted.
“Oh, fuck.”
I worked my fingers in a steady rhythm, curling them into the spot that made her hips rise while I kept the vibrator exactly where she needed it.
When she started climbing faster, I bent and used my mouth on her again, alternating between my tongue and the bullet until she was pulling hard enough against the tie to shake the headboard.
“Please.”
That needy little word nearly made me reconsider.
Her pussy tightened around my fingers, her breath breaking as she got even closer than before.
I switched the vibrator off, lifted it from her clit, and withdrew my fingers.
Isabella made a sound somewhere between a curse and a growl.
“You fucking bastard.”
I laughed.
She yanked at the tie. “Untie me so I can kill you.”
“Color?”
Her eyes flashed.
“Green. I’m still considering murder.”
I set the vibrator aside and moved up her body. The clamps were still fastened to her nipples.
I touched the first one.
Her expression changed immediately. “Those are going to hurt coming off, aren’t they?”
“Aye.”
“You look much too happy about that.”
“I’ve had an excellent evening.”
I released the first clamp.
She gasped as the pressure vanished and blood rushed back into the sensitive nipple. Her back arched before she could stop it.
“Oh, fuck—that hurts worse coming off. You absolutely undersold that part.”
“One more.”
I removed the second.
The sharper cry she gave me went straight to my cock, and her thighs pressed together as another pulse of sensation ran through her.
I caught her hip before she could start chasing it.
“Not yet.”
“I hate you a little right now.”
I laughed and reached above her head to loosen the tie. Once the knot gave, I freed her wrists and rubbed my thumbs over the faint impressions the tie had left behind.
“There. You’ve earned your hands back.”
She brought them down slowly, flexing her fingers before looking at me with a warning I didn’t believe for a second.
The final photograph was still waiting.