Page 91 of Blood Sweeter than Honey

Another nod. She licks my blood from her lips. The sight of which makes my cock throb with need. There’s a sticky puddle of pre-cum on my hip and stomach where my cock lays heavy, hard, and neglected.

“How do you feel about being restrained again, sweetheart?”

Winnow’s crystal blues glitter with mischief as a grin curls her lips.

“Aroused.”

Winnow chuckles around a yelp as I flip her to pin her beneath me.

“I ordered a few gifts for us.”

Bracing myself above her, I reach over to the nightstand and open the drawer, revealing red coils of soft cotton rope, a gift box of lingerie, a paddle, riding crop, and a few other goodies still sealed shut in their original packaging.

She shifts to sit up and look inside as I sit back on my heels.

“After our fun in the closet with my tie, I did a little research and thought maybe we could experiment. If you wanted…”

A little as in a lot. After seeing her tied up for me, I went down a shibari rabbit hole and taught myself a few of the more basic knots.

Winnow’s eyes are wide as she stares at the goodies I’ve procured for us—the ones that were delivered when she’d found my ex’s deranged letter—as a fangy grin spreads across her face and makes my heart stutter.

GIDEON

Guiding Winnow’s hands above her head, I wrap her wrists in a double-column tie and bind them to one of the bed posts. Her hands flex against them, and admittedly, the sight alone makes my dick twitch.

Bending her legs at the knees, I spread her legs wide, and with two more coils of rope, I bind each of her legs so that her calves are tied to the backs of her thighs.

When I’ve finished, I sit back on my heels. I feel like a lion licking its chops at the sight of its favorite prey. And goddamn it, no matter how many times I look at her, her beauty and perfection never fail to steal my breath.

“Communicate with me, okay, angel? Promise me that if at any point, you get uncomfortable or I hurt you, you’ll say so.”

She nods, licking her lips just as eagerly as her eyes dip between mine and my dick—aching and hard. “I promise,ferion.”

“I never stood a damn chance at resisting you, did I, sweet girl?”

Her breath hitches as I sweep my thumb through the mess my cock is currently drooling onto her glistening and delicate rosy petals and needy pearl.

“I wish you could see how fucking beautiful you look tied up and dressed up like a present just for me.”

With a fist around my cock, my crown glides through her folds and over her clit with a creamy noise that makes my balls ache. Winnow gives a heady sigh of relief at the contact, thrusting her hips up what little she can while being thoroughly bound.

“Oh, sacred fuck…”

“Don’t chase your pleasure, sweetheart,” I reprimand, firmly smacking her clit with my dick. She whimpers and her hips buck. Her clit is slippery and swollen as I sweep teasing circles over it with my thumb and nudge at her entrance with my crown. Winnow’s eyes roll into the back of her head, and her hips give another thrust, drawing my eyes back to her entrance to find the clear, viscous evidence of her arousal dripping out of her.

A low growl rumbles out of me at the sight of it and I can’t resist feasting on her. My tongue sweeps up every drop of honey she offers me before flicking over and suckling her clit. Incoherent curses pour out of her, hands flexing in her binds as her legs begin to tremble.

“How are we doing, angel?”

I punctuate my question by returning to her clit, drawing a soft cry from her throat.

“So good…”

My tongue traces around her bud and laps up her arousal.

“So…”

Her hips thrust against my hold as my lips wrap around her clit and suck.

---