Page 16 of Please Don't Leave Me

“Sorry about that. The DJ asked to add a guest to thelist, so I had to call down to the concierge.” He’s standing close to me, and I can feel his body heat warming my skin. Or maybe it’s just the heater we’re standing by. Either way, I’m so horny around him. As if he read my mind again, he asks, “Would you like a tour…of my bedroom?”

I look at him through thick lashes. “I would love to see your bedroom. But first, can I get a full tour of the place? I’m dying to know what the rest looks like.” As much as I want to run to his bedroom and pounce on him, my curiosity is getting the best of me.

Matt agrees and takes me inside.

The rest of the house is just as glamorous as the main living area, complete with crown moulding and handcrafted woodwork. At first, I pegged Matt as a sleek and modern industrial-style man, but now I see how well he fits in a place like this. Classic, timeless.

By the time we get to his bedroom, which he conveniently saved for last, the sexual tension is at an all-time high. His bedroom is up the stairs behind the loft I spotted earlier.

He opens the bedroom door and allows me to enter first. It’s full of antique furniture and looks straight out of a design magazine.

“I know I’ve said this about a million times by now, but WOW.”

“I’d like to keep you saying that all night long.” He steps closer and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into him.

I heard him lock the door on our way in, and there’s a security guard by the stairs, so I know we won’t be disturbed this time. I place my hands on his chest and wrap one fist in his costume, pulling his face closer to mine. I may have been a little timid at first, but I want him to know that Iwant this. I nod, and to make sure he knows, I whisper on his lips, “I want you.”

He takes that as his queue and connects his lips with mine, kissing me with passion and urgency. My breathing is heavy, and I can feel liquid heat pooling between my legs. He walks me backwards until my legs hit the edge of the bed, and l fall back onto it.

I expect him to crawl on top of me, but instead, he kneels down, positioning himself between my legs. He slides his hands up both my thighs and pulls down my panties. My dress has already ridden up over my ass, so I’m exposed to him now.

“God, she’s beautiful.”

He wraps his arms around my legs and pulls me toward the edge of the bed so his face is right in line with what he wants. His tongue sweeps up my center, and I whimper, reaching my hands down to grab his hair. His twists are pulled back into a ponytail, so there’s nothing for me to grab. Instead, I wrap my fists in the blanket I’m lying on.

His tongue works in long strokes at first before picking up pace around my bundle of nerves. My legs start shaking. He tightens his grip on them and places his palms on my lower abdomen to hold me still. A finger finds its way to the most sensitive part of me and slowly works in circles while his tongue goes back to long, firm strokes.

“Right there!”

He continues a pattern that has me holding my breath. My hands grab hold of his arms wrapped around my legs, and I squeeze as I tip over the edge. My upper body lifts a few inches off the bed as my abs flex with pleasure.

He slows his movements, and I catch my breath as I come down. He unwraps his arms and lifts himself to astanding position between my legs as they dangle off the bed. I’m breathing heavily as he strokes my thighs.

“Good girl.”

A tingle runs down my spine at his praise. I never knew that was a thing I liked till he did it at the speakeasy.

He walks over to a dresser on the far wall, and I roll over on my stomach, my eyes tracking him. He reaches into the top drawer and pulls out a long rope.

“Have you ever played with rope?”

I still haven’t quite caught my breath, so I just shake my head.

“Want to try something new?”

Again, I use my head to communicate. I nod with a smile on my face.

As he gets closer, I get a better look at the rope. It looks like twine, and I’m a little scared it’s going to hurt.

“Roll over onto your back.”

I do as I’m told, scooting myself so I’m more in the center of the bed. He crawls to where I’m laying and grabs my legs one at a time, bending them so my feet are by my ass and my knees are by his chest.

“This should feel tight and bite a little, but let me know if it hurts or feels like it’s cutting off circulation, okay?”

“Okay.”

He gently wraps the rope around my leg, starting at my ankle and upper thigh all the way up to just below my knee. He was wrapping it in a crisscross pattern that I wasn’t paying attention to. He tucks the loose ends into one of the Xs and moves to do the same thing to the other leg with a separate piece of rope. My legs now look like candy canes, and I can only move them at the hips. I’m still not entirely sure what this is supposed to be doing.

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