Page 133 of Renegade Ruin

Willow lifts herself onto her elbows and smiles, her eyes twinkling. “You’ve always been a tease, Bishop Lawson, but come on, play ball with me.”

The pairing of my name and a baseball reference has my balls tightening with need.

“Oh, I’m ready to play, Kitten,” I tease. Sticking my hand back in the box one last time, I pull out the final piece of my plan and twirl the silky little blindfold around my finger. “And just like the batters in my box, you’ll never see what’s coming.”

I lean forward, sliding my cock through her slick folds as I do, and slip the blindfold over her eyes. She flinches at the same time as she lets out a cross between a sigh and a moan.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

When she hesitates, I run my hands down the slope of her shoulders to her torso, reminding her I’m there with her. When she still doesn’t answer, I give the inside of her thigh a tiny pinch.

She squeaks, but still doesn’t answer.

Control is something she prides herself on having. She’s a planner. An executor. Giving it up is unnatural for her.

Once upon a time, she gave me her trust. She let go with reckless abandon. Before tonight, I hadn’t earned that trust back. I hope to change that because fuck, if I don’t crave it like my next breath.

Leaning over her so we’re skin to skin, I ghost my lips over hers. “Kitten, I asked you a question.”

“I’m thinking about which toy you’re going to use first.”

I stroke the side of her face and whisper, “Do you have a preference?”

“The clamps.”

The image of her tits tortured between the tiny metal clamps...

“Good choice,” I whisper. Wrapping one hand around her wrist, I bring her hand above her head before doing the same with the other. “Now don’t move these until I say so.”

A shiver wracks her body, and I pull back and admire the sight of her splayed out beneath me.

Her brows furrow under the blindfold. “And if I do?”

“I’ll tie you to the bed.”

She writhes beneath me.

“You like that idea?”

“Maybe.”

“Don’t hold back on me now, Kitten,” I say with a smirk. The thought of her tied up and helpless has my cock dripping. “I love hearing you tell me exactly what you want. All the ways you want me to make you mine.”

“I want you to tie me up.” She breathes. “Not tonight, but someday. Tonight, I want you to torture my nipples, slide that plug in my ass, and fuck me, so I never forget who I belong to.”

My hips jerk forward, and I swallow hard. “Goddamn, Willow.”

This woman is going to be the death of me, and I’ll go willingly as long as she’s at my side.

I shift and take her nipple in my mouth, pulling the already pert peak with my teeth. She gasps and arches her back.

“I need you to pick a safe word, Kitten,” I say as I grab the metal clamps with one hand and pinch her nipple with the other.

Her chest gives a shaky rise and fall. “A safe word?”

“If you say that word, everything stops.”

She thinks for a moment and a smile spreads across her face. “Emerald.”

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