Chapter 28 To Ruin Gently #2
Her hands moved to the ties of her pants, working them loose with deliberate care. She shifted her hips, sliding the fabric down inch by agonizing inch. The curve of her thighs, the soft skin of her belly, all revealed with the kind of reverence usually reserved for sacred rituals.
When she was finally bare before me, I let my gaze roam over every inch of her. Taking my time. Cataloging each detail like a scholar studying ancient texts.
"Beautiful," I murmured. "Now lie back down. Arms above your head."
She obeyed without question this time, and the sight of her stretched out beneath me, completely vulnerable, sent heat pooling low in my gut.
I stood from the bed, ignoring her small sound of protest. "Don't move."
I went to the wardrobe and retrieved a length of black silk I'd been saving for exactly this purpose. When I returned to the bed, her eyes tracked the fabric with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" I climbed back onto the bed, straddling her hips. "I'm going to tie you up, little dove. Unless you want to use your word?"
She bit her lip, then shook her head.
"Good girl." I gathered her wrists in one hand, binding them together with the silk before securing them to the headboard. I tested the knots, making sure they were tight enough to hold but not so tight they'd hurt her. "How does that feel?"
"Strange." She tugged experimentally at the restraints. "I can't move."
"That's the point." I ran my hand down her arm, feeling the goosebumps that rose in the wake of my touch. "You're completely at my mercy now. Completely mine to do with as I please."
Her breath came faster, her pupils dilating. "And what do you please?"
I smiled, slow and wicked. "Everything."
I started at her wrists, trailing my fingers down the sensitive skin of her inner arms. She shivered beneath me, trying to arch into my touch, but I kept my movements light. Teasing. Building the anticipation until she was practically vibrating with need.
"You're going to learn patience today," I told her, my voice low. "You're going to learn what it means to wait for what you want."
"I'm not very good at patience."
"I know." I circled one of her nipples with my finger, watching it harden beneath my touch. "That's why you need the lesson."
I leaned down and took the peaked bud into my mouth, sucking hard. She cried out, her back arching off the bed, but I pressed her back down with one hand on her stomach.
"Stay still."
"I can't—"
"You can." I switched to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention. "And you will. Or I'll stop."
The threat worked. She forced herself to lie still, though I could feel the tremors running through her body. The effort it took for her to obey.
I worked my way down her body with deliberate slowness, mapping every inch of skin with my mouth and hands. When I reached the apex of her thighs, I could see how wet she was, how ready. But I bypassed it entirely, moving to her inner thighs instead.
"Zydar," she whimpered. "Please."
"Please what?"
"Please touch me. My lord."
"I am touching you."
"You know what I mean."
I did. But I wasn't ready to give her what she wanted yet. I wanted her to be desperate for release. Wanted her so far gone that she'd forgotten everything but the feel of my hands on her skin.
I kissed and nipped at her thighs, occasionally letting my breath ghost over her sweet spot but never quite touching. Her hips bucked, trying to force contact, but I held her down easily.
"Beg me properly," I commanded. "Tell me exactly what you want."
She moaned, her head falling back against the pillows. Her voice was a breathless whisper. "I want your mouth on me."
"More specific."
"I want—I want you to kiss me." She gasped, arching into my touch as I stroked a finger through her folds. "Right there.
"And?"
"My lord."
"Better." I finally, gave her what she wanted. My tongue dragged through her folds in one long, slow stroke.
The sound she made was inhuman. Raw and desperate and utterly perfect.
I took my time with her, alternating between long, languid licks and quick flicks of my tongue against her most sensitive spot. I could feel her getting closer, her thighs trembling on either side of my head, her breathing becoming ragged.
Just as she was about to tip over the edge, I pulled away.
"No!" The word came out as a sob. "Please, don't stop."
"Oh, little dove." I kissed her inner thigh, then bit down hard enough to leave a mark. "Did you think I was going to let you come that easily?"
Her eyes were wild, desperate. "Please."
"Please what?"
"Please, my lord, I need—"
"You need what I give you. Nothing more." I ran my finger through her wetness, circling her entrance but not entering. "And right now, I'm giving you nothing."
She whimpered, tugging at the restraints. The silk held firm.
"Look at you." I sat back on my heels, admiring the sight of her spread out before me, flushed and wanting. "So desperate. So needy. You'd do anything right now, wouldn't you?"
"Yes." No hesitation. "Anything."
"Anything," I repeated, letting the word hang between us. "Such a dangerous promise, little dove."
I traced patterns on her inner thigh, deliberately avoiding where she wanted me most. Her hips shifted, trying to guide my hand higher, but I pressed down on her hipbone, holding her still.
"You don't get to move unless I tell you to. Understand?"
She nodded frantically.
"Use your words."
"Yes, my lord. I understand."
"Good girl." The praise made her shudder. I filed that away for later use. "Now, let's see how well you can follow instructions."
I positioned myself between her thighs again, letting my breath ghost over her wet heat. "I'm going to make you come, little dove. But you're going to have to earn it first."
"How?"
"By staying perfectly still. No matter what I do." I ran one finger through her folds, collecting the wetness there. "If you move, I stop. Understand?"
She nodded, then caught herself. "Yes, my lord."
"Good." I lowered my mouth to her, my tongue finding her clit in one slow, deliberate stroke.
Her whole body went rigid, fighting the instinct to arch into my touch. I could see the effort it took, the way her muscles trembled with restraint.
I worked her slowly, methodically, building the pleasure in steady waves. My tongue circled and flicked, never quite giving her the pressure she needed. Just enough to drive her mad.
When her hips twitched involuntarily, I pulled back. "What did I say?"
"I'm sorry," she gasped. "I'm trying."
"Try harder." I resumed my work, this time adding two fingers inside her. The stretch made her gasp, but she held herself still.
I curled my fingers, finding that spot deep inside that made her see stars, while my tongue worked her clit with increasing intensity. She was so wet, so ready, her body clenching around my fingers.
"You're doing so well," I murmured against her skin. "Taking everything I give you. Being such a good girl for me."
The praise broke something in her. A small whimper escaped her throat, and I felt her walls flutter around my fingers.
"That's it. Let me hear you. I want to know how good this feels."
I increased my pace, driving my fingers deeper, sucking her clit harder. Her breathing turned ragged, broken sounds falling from her lips. But she kept her body still, rigid with the effort of obeying.
"Please," she whispered. "Please, my lord, I need—"
"You're not allowed to come. Not until I give you permission. Do you understand?"
"I'll try—""You'll succeed." I ran my tongue along her slit in one long, torturous stroke. "Because you're my good girl, and good girls do as they're told."I set to work on her with single-minded focus.
My tongue circled her clit, then flicked against it with just enough pressure to make her hips jerk. I could taste how ready she was, how close she'd been before. It wouldn't take much to push her over.
Her breathing became ragged, her thighs trembling on either side of my head. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them to stroke that spot that returned her to heavens."Zydar," she gasped. "I can't."
"You can." I didn't stop, didn't slow. "You will. Hold it back."
I could feel her fighting it, every muscle in her body going taut as she tried to obey. Her walls clenched around my fingers, her hips bucking despite her best efforts to stay still.
"Please," she sobbed. "Please, I need—"
"You need to obey me." I sucked her clit into my mouth, hard, and she screamed.
Her release crashed over her before she could stop it. I felt it in the way she pulsed around my fingers, heard it in the broken cry that tore from her throat. She shook violently, her bound hands straining against the silk.
I pulled back immediately, sitting up to look at her. Her face was flushed, tears streaming down her cheeks, her expression a mix of pleasure and horror as she realized what she'd done.
"Oh, Mira." I brushed the hair away from her sweat-dampened forehead. "Naughty girl. You couldn't wait, could you?"
She chuckled, breathing hard. "No."
"And what's the penalty for disobeying a command?"
Her eyes widened, though some part of her seemed to revel in the heat there. "I don't know."
"You don't know?" I tilted my head, studying her flushed face. "Or you don't care?"
A smirk tugged at her lips. "Maybe a little of both."
There it was. That defiance I'd come to expect from her. Even now, bound and at my mercy, she couldn't help but push back. I traced my thumb along her jaw. "You're only making it worse for yourself."
"Promises, promises." She lifted her chin, meeting my gaze with a fierce challenge burning in those golden eyes. "Besides, it was worth it. You should have seen your face when I—"
I captured her mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing whatever bratty comment she'd been about to make. When I pulled back, she was breathless but still smiling.
"You think this is funny?"