Page 81 of Blood Sweeter than Honey

I look up to see him wrapping a dress tie around them, and I can’t help but smirk.

“Hard for me to imagine you in a tie, Gideon Kincaid.”

“I’ve only ever worn it to court.”

Court?

The image that comes to mind is holding court among the lords, ladies, dukes, and duchesses…Surely, that can’t be right?

Gideon draws the binding around until my wrists are fastened firmly against the mostly empty clothing rod, about a foot above my head.

Gideon pauses, studying me, suddenly looking very shrewd and all business. “Comfortable?”

With a sultry nod, my heart pounds a nervous but no less excited beat. “Yes, sir.”

“You ever used a safe word?”

I give him an honest answer. “Never needed one.”

The look on his face is one of purely masculine satisfaction.

“You’ve never submitted to anyone before, sweetheart?”

“Never.”

Gideon leans in to press lingering kisses to my lips and cheeks. “I’m honored to be the first, angel. Thank you. For now, we won’t need one, but if at any point, something hurts or you want me to untie you, just say so. Promise?”

I give him another nod. “Yes, sir.”

He only hesitates briefly, searching my gaze. Satisfied, he pulls up the form-fitting, strappy camisole to reveal the matching white bralette he got me and pulls each triangle of fabric to one side. The taught fabric of the camisole, and now the bra, pushes my breasts up while squeezing them together in a way that even I can admit is enticing. My heart is a riot of anticipation in my chest.

Gideon takes his time teasing one nipple into a turgid point, all the while watching me. His heated gaze rakes over my bared body as I try, and fail, to resist squirming and rubbing my thighs together.

He shakes his head at me, turning to close the closet door so I can see myself in the mirror. “God damn it, angel… Look at you.”

My lips part at the sight. I look…salacious. My jeans are still gathered snugly just below my hips, and because they’re rather tight and form-fitting, all my curves blossom over the fabric.Between that and my buxom breasts being pushed up and out, I look every bit the part of the goddess of fertility I am.

“You see how fucking perfect you are?”

Gideon punctuates the question by cupping my breasts and takes a turn sucking the tip of each one into his mouth and teasing it with teeth and tongue until I’m writhing.

“You have no idea the things you inspire me to do to you, Winnow.”

His fingers slide through the wet mess between my thighs, turning my words into a whimper as he begins to stroke my clit.

“Tell me. Please.”

Clearly in no rush, Gideon withdraws his fingers, sucking me clean from them before he smacks my left ass cheek. “Please, what?”

“Please, Daddy?”

His hand smooths over the sting in gentle circles that make my core clench, hesitating to respond.

“… I’m not sure you’re ready for me to divulge my intentions toward you, angel.”

“Then you have clearly underestimated my intentions towardyou.”

Gideon’s gaze lifts to mine, lips curling but I still see a flicker of his vulnerability.

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