Page 49 of Leather & Lies

“Like this?” I curl my finger, finding that spot that makes her see stars. When her back arches, I withdraw completely, returning to those teasing licks that never quite give her enough pressure.

She growls in frustration, the sound turning to a gasp as I slide two fingers into her this time. But I keep the pace torturously slow, watching her claw at the blankets as I build her up again.

“Please—” She breaks off as I scissor my fingers, stretching her.

“Please what?” I brush my lips over her clit, barely touching. “Use your words.”

Her walls clench around my fingers as I find that perfect spot again. But I keep the pressure just shy of what she needs, bringing her to the edge over and over until she’s incoherent with need.

“Damn you.” She tries to rock against my hand, but I use my greater strength to hold her still. “More. I need?—”

I reward her with a third finger, stretching her slowly as I return my mouth to her clit. But just as she starts to crest, I pull back again, replacing my tongue with the lightest brush of fingers.

Higher and higher, I work her, letting her feel a fraction of my strength in how easily I control her body. “Show me how much you need this.”

She fights it—of course she does, my beautiful, stubborn hellcat. Each time she gets close, I change the rhythm, the pressure, the angle, until she’s shaking and swearing.

“Look at me.” I command, and those gold-flecked eyes meet mine, dark with desperate need. “Tell me what you want.”

“You know what I want.” But her voice shakes as I curl my fingers again.

“I want to hear you say it.” I press my tongue flat against her clit, giving her just enough pressure to make her sob. “Tell me exactly what you need.”

Her only response is another frustrated moan as I deny her release again. My jaw clenches. Why is she being so stubborn? I lick at her folds, her sweet taste honey on my tongue, wishing I understood this beautiful, generous woman a little bit better.

“Jackson,” she whines.

“Tell me, hellcat.”

“I can’t,” she sobs, and it hits me like lightning. Will she trust me enough to let me give her what she needs?

Standing, I survey the hay loft’s shadowed interior, my eyes landing on a length of soft rope coiled nearby.Perfect.

“Don’t move.” The command in my voice makes her shiver as I retrieve it. The well-worn hemp is soft in my hands. “Arms up.”

Her eyes widen as she realizes my intent, that familiar defiance warring with naked want. “You think I’ll let you tie me up?”

“I think you’re desperate enough to let me do anything.” I trace the rope down her throat, between her breasts, watching goosebumps rise in its wake. “And I think you want to find out what happens when you truly let go.”

For a long moment she’s still, pulse racing beneath my fingers where they rest on her throat. I swallow, wondering if she’s about to refuse me, and I know it’ll break me if she does.

Then, slowly, she raises her arms above her head.

“Good girl.” I bind her wrists to one of the support beams, using knots that will hold but not mark, using the movement to hide how my hands are shaking. The sight of her spread out beneath me, bound and wanting, makes my cock throb painfully. “Now let me see you fall apart.”

I start again with barely-there touches, mapping her body with fingers and tongue until she’s arching against the restraints. When I finally return my mouth to her core, she’s so sensitive that even the lightest contact makes her cry out.

“Please—” But I pull back before she can finish, watching her clench around nothing.

“Not yet.” I slide three fingers into her again, curling them just right while my thumb barely grazes her clit. “Not until you tell me exactly what you want. In detail.”

She strains against the rope binding her wrists, but I’ve done this before. Every move only drives her constraints deeper into her awareness. “I hate you.”

“No.” I withdraw my fingers completely, making her whimper at the loss. “You hate how much you need this.” I trace one finger through her wetness, so light it’s barely a touch. “How desperate you are to come.” Another feather-light stroke. “How much you want me to fill you up and fuck you until you scream.”

Her whole body shudders at my words. When I press my mouth to her inner thigh, I can feel her trembling.

“That’s it, little hellcat.” I work my way up her thigh with small bites, each one harder than the last. “Tell me what you need.”

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