Page 65 of Hostile for the Holidays

I’ve never done anything like this before. Never been tied up or bound in any way. The imagery of the scenario Jasper is depicting sends a fresh wave of lust between my thighs. My thighs are soaked and I’m not even thinking about how embarrassing it will be for him to see me this way. Wet and needy for him. Years ago, I would have thought he wanted to tie me up and leave me in an embarrassing situation. Now, I’m not even questioning his motives one bit. I don’t know how we got here but I want to see this through. I need it. I have to know what it feels like to have Jasper inside me.

“Are you going to let me play with you, Stella?” Jasper’s head dips to suck my nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, while one finger teases my entrance. “Wrap you up like the gift you are? Just for me.”

“Yes,”I answer around a moan at his skillful tongue’s appreciation for my nipples.

“That’s my girl.”

I like the sound of those words way too much.

My hips rock forward trying to capture more of his finger, but he’s already pulling away.

He tugs several lengths of ribbon from the roll, measuring them out with his arm span, then makes a cut with his teeth. With the ribbon in his hand, he moves in behind me on the bed and settles against the pillows.

“Come here.” He crooks his finger and I climb over his lap, pressing my center against the bulge in his boxer briefs. I knowthere’s going to be a wet spot on the material from me, but I don’t care. I’m marking my territory.

He pauses a moment, looking intensely into my eyes. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” The answer comes easily. So easy in fact I wonder how we got here. Me, naked in Jasper’s lap, trusting him to tie me up and fuck me senseless.

Leaning forward, Jasper crisscrosses the ribbon under my breasts, then wraps it behind my back and over my shoulders, before bringing it down the center of my body to hug the insides of my breasts. He finishes it off by pulling the ends behind my back.

“Have you done this before?” I ask, suddenly curious if these ribbon-tying skills are seasoned. Which is followed by a sickening churn of my gut from the jealousy that the thought brings.

“No.” His answer eases the knot in my belly. “But I’m a quick study.”

“So, you Googled this?”

“I was a Boy Scout. We were always tying knots for fun.”

“Bet you never imagined using that skill for this scenario.”

He cups my jaw with one hand, tilting my chin until our eyes meet. “Stella, there isn’t a way I haven’t imagined having you. This one included.”

Hearing that he’s thought about this only makes me more excited to try it. For an odd reason I can’t explain, fulfilling Jasper’s fantasies just became mine.

Holding my arms in place behind my back, he presses a kiss to my lips before wrapping the ribbon around my wrists and tying a bow. At least that’s what it feels like. It’s hard to see and when I turn my head and move my arms to look, the ribbon tightens, squeezing my breasts.

The edges of the ribbon are soft, but when I move and it pulls taut, there’s a biting edge to it that only heightens my arousal.

Now I’m even more desperate for friction but I’m completely at Jasper’s mercy. And he doesn’t seem to be in a hurry.

“Look at you, Stell. You look so pretty wrapped up. So delicate and exquisitely tied.”

He traces a single finger along the lines of the ribbon, admiring his work. Admiringme. I’ve never felt so worshipped, so beautiful. It’s surprising that I can feel this way with Jasper when all we’ve ever known is arguing and competition. But the last few weeks have shown me a different side of him. Of us.

I watch his gaze follow his finger, satisfaction and adoration filling his gaze. That same finger teases circles around my nipple before pinching the hardened peak.

I cry out at the sensation.

“I should have known you planned to torture me.” I’m half teasing but also starting to wonder what I’ve gotten myself into by giving Jasper so much power. All the power.

“I don’t want to torture you, Stella.” He slips a hand between my center and his boxer-clad erection that I’ve been shamelessly rutting myself against. “It’s the truth.” He dips one finger inside me as he kisses my jaw. “I swear.” He pumps a second one in. I gasp and our eyes lock as he finger fucks me, adding a third. “Scout’s honor.”

He uses his free hand to pull on the ribbon behind me, which only intensifies the sensation between my legs. His mouth latches onto the sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder, licking and teasing the flesh there.

When his thumb joins the party, I’m a goner.

“Jasper,” I moan.

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