Текст книги "Dangerously Bound"

Автор книги: Eden Bradley

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Эротика и секс

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He stroked a hand along her jaw, his gaze holding hers. “My baby.”

“Yes,” she said softly, her heart filled with love.

He led her to the high bed and sat her on the edge of it while he went to get his rope bag that she’d brought with her. Her body was softening all over, waiting for the night to begin. To feel the embrace of the ropes. His ropes.

Mick.

He laid the different lengths of well-washed jute on the bed in their bundles while she waited, then he turned to her. He leaned in and kissed her eyes closed, then he slipped the leather over them and tied the blindfold at the back of her head. There was no panic for her—only a sensation of lightness, then focus as she became aware of her individual senses. She smelled the citrusy scent of the soap he used, took in the distant beat of the trance music playing in the club somewhere, the quiet cadence of his breathing. Felt the soft cotton sheets on the bed beneath her thighs. The corset tight around her waist, forcing her to sit up straighter, to breathe into the upper portion of her lungs. And her body was responding in some unexpected way—her nipples going hard, her sex damp.

No panic. Only utter trust and exquisite desire.

She gasped softly as Mick kissed her shoulders, her bare breasts, before she felt the mattress give as he got onto the bed behind her.

He drew her arms behind her, crossed behind the small of her back, and the first loop of rope slid around her wrists. With her eyes covered she felt the silky slip and pull of the rope even more keenly. Felt Mick’s command more acutely. Knew in a new way that she was his.

He pulled the rope through her arms, binding them together from wrist to elbow. And with each moment her body let loose a little more, sank into the giving of herself to his command.

When her arms were secure, he slid more rope beneath her breasts, making a chest harness, binding her breasts, the rope winding over and under and ending in a series of knots between them. She felt the bed shifting as he got off it, then his hand gripping the rope between her breasts. All at once his knuckles dug into her flesh as he pulled her to her feet.

“Oh!”

But she was melting, loving being handled this way, his hands rough on her. He yanked her in close to his body, his knuckles biting into her flesh. The pain released a lovely rush of endorphins, and even though she was already in subspace, she was aware of her head growing lighter in a way she never had been before. The blindfold made it all the more intense. Lovely.

“You good, baby girl? Tell me,” he demanded.

“Yes. So good, Mick.”

“Excellent.”

He pulled hard on the chest harness again, and she stumbled, but he caught her. He did it again, and again, his knuckles digging in hard as she lost her footing, as he righted her against his solid frame. And she came to realize distantly that it was all working to gain her trust even more—the way he caught her each time. She knew he would never let her fall. She smiled to herself.

A small chuckle from him. “This making you happy, my girl?”

“Yes, Mick.”

“Very good. Hold still for me now.”

Leaving one hand on her body, she felt a cooling of the air as he leaned away from her. Then the soft kiss of the rope being swept over her shoulders and between her thighs.

She moaned softly, went soaking wet.

He slid the ropes over the lips of her sex, and she groaned aloud. He pulled the rope tight as he wound it through her chest harness, making it press tight against the hard nub of her clit, and she gasped. And went dizzy when he picked her up and laid her on her back on the bed.

“Spread,” he commanded, and she obeyed.

She heard a buzz . . . and before she could even grasp what he was doing, he touched a vibrator to the rope between her breasts. The buzz reverberated, seeming to spread all over her body, to shiver in the rope between her thighs.

It felt so good, was so unexpected, she tried to draw her thighs closed, but he forced them apart with one hand.

“Just take it, baby girl. Take it and hang on to it until I say you can come.”

She bit her lip as he turned up the speed on the vibrator.

“You look so damn gorgeous like this,” Mick said, his voice heavy with desire. “I’m so hard for you, my baby. And I can see how wet you are. You know I love that.”

He reached down and swiped at her sex, pressed the swollen lips together around the doubled length of rope between them, making the vibration even more intense.

“Oh!”

“Not yet,” he ordered her.

She had to fight hard not to squirm. Not to come. But she would do it. For him.

Mick.

“I’m going to tie the vibrator to you now.”

“Oh, God.”

“Shh. Quiet.”

She was struggling not to writhe on the bed as he did exactly as he’d said—used a length of rope around her hips to anchor the shivering vibe to her body. Pleasure sang through every nerve.

“Be still. I’m right here.”

He lost contact with her for several moments, then she felt him press the vibrator harder against the ropes.

“Come, baby girl. Now!”

Her body let loose, her climax crashing down on her, a wave of pure pleasure so strong it made her scream. And even as her throat grew sore with her screams, the ropes between her thighs were cut away and she was impaled by Mick’s thick shaft.

She started coming all over again as he sank into her, as he bit into the soft skin of her neck.

“Oh! Oh . . .”

He pulled her blindfold away, and she blinked as she came, pleasure spiraling, a fever that wouldn’t stop burning through her.

“Baby,” Mick muttered, his face above her a torn mask of desire. “I need you. You’re mine. Mine, baby girl.”

He kept his gaze on hers as he came, his eyes glittering, a bottomless silver pool. And when they were both done, their bodies stilled, he kept watching her, gazes locked, the towering heights of desire calming into something more solid. Into the steady beat of their hearts. The steady beat of the love between them.

“Love you, my baby.”

“Love you, Mick.”

And it was true—the only truth that mattered.

The past was behind them, finally. Exactly as it should be. All that mattered was right now. The way they felt about each other. And the future they would share.