Page 33 of Gideon
His hand tugged at my hair again, pulling my head back forcefully.
“Understood?” he reiterated roughly.
“Yes,” I hissed, my hair pulling at the roots near painfully.
“Good girl,” he growled. I could feel the grin on his face against the skin of my neck just a moment before he kissed that very skin. His teeth grazed against my pulse point, making my eyes flutter back into my head. God, how I loved this side of him. The rest drove me crazy, but this — this I craved.
He deftly released the clasp of my bra, his hand sliding around my ribcage and tugging the fabric from my body roughly. His touch slid up my breastbone to my neck, wrapping around it and squeezing as he pulled my head back and held my gaze as he squeezed lightly.
“My dirty little thing. I want you pliant and submissive beneath my every touch, obeying my every whim.” His words tantalized and drew me in just as much as they infuriated me. Pliant and submissive? I wanted to fight him. I wanted to push his buttons. But Ineededto know this side of him more.
“Can I trust you?” I whispered, that last vestige of worry floating just on the surface of the pleasure he invoked.
“Implicitly,” he said with absolute sincerity, fire and desire dancing in his golden eyes.
I nodded, accepting this; accepting him.
“On the bed,” he ordered, pushing me back towards the mattress until I landed with a slight bounce, sitting on the edge. He made a gesture with his hands, urging me to scoot back further. I obeyed, biting back the sass I wanted to throw at him.
The mattress shifted under his weight as he joined me, his hand grabbing at my body and flipping me over until I was awkwardly situated on my hands and knees.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he groaned, his hands moving up the outside of my thighs and over my hips. I could feel his gaze roaming over my backside. It was embarrassing, and yet I felt myself grow even wetter. I was on display for him, and somehow, that was more arousing than I could have ever imagined.
His fingers found my slit, wet with desire for him.
“So wet, so needy,” he murmured, his fingers sliding through my folds and finding the button of my clit as he swirled and circled. My toes curled, and I groaned. My eyes closed, giving in to the feel of his touch.
Slap!
“Fuck,” I groaned as he slapped my ass, cursing myself inwardly as I arched into the sharp touch.
“That’s just the beginning, pretty pet,” he chuckled. “Now, let’s see how good those listening skills really are, shall we? Stay.” It was a command if I’d ever heard one. “Don’t move a single muscle.”
I stayed still, feeling the mattress shift again as he moved off of the bed. I listened and obeyed, staying perfectly still as I heard the rustling of items behind me. That fear spiked through me again, but I held firm to the trust he said I could have in him. He would not hurt me. He had said as much, explicitly.
The mattress shifted once again as he rejoined me. I let out a breath of relief at his presence.
“Sit up onto your knees,” he commanded. I obeyed, finding my balance on the mattress as I awaited his next command. There was something thrilling in the way he ordered me about, something exciting that made me wet and made my heart thunder as it raced through my veins.
“Arms behind your back, pretty girl,” he commanded softly. His hand moved down my spine gently as I clasped my hands behind the small of my back as he’d directed.
He grasped both of my wrists, pulling them up my back until I could easily grasp my forearms.
“Like this. Just like this,” he instructed. “Relax your shoulders. I’m going to tie your arms here.”
“What?!” I shrieked, the panic rising within me again at the thought of him tying me up. My eyes darted back and forth, unsure of what to do. Should I fight? Should I run?
“Shh,” he whispered, his hands running soothingly over the skin of my back and shoulders, over the outsides of my arms. “I have you. Trust me. I will not hurt you,” he reminded me gently. I forced myself to take a deep breath. He had said I could trust him. I wanted to try. I sincerely and utterly wanted to. Even if it was just this once.
His hands fixed my posture again, holding my arms firm with one hand. I felt the smooth texture of rope against my spine as he ran the cord over my skin sensuously.
The rope slid around my arms as he tied me, looping around and around until it securely trapped me.
“Breathe, vixen. I’ve got you,” he encouraged gently as the rope pulled snug. He slipped a finger between the rope and my arm, shifting it. It was firm and secure, yet did not bite into my skin as I had expected.
“Does that feel comfortable? Relax into the bindings and tell me,” he commanded with a soft kindness I was not expecting. I did as he asked, relaxing my shoulders and even going as far as to sit more comfortably, my buttocks meeting my heels and my arms relaxing as the rope pulled and bit into my skin a bit more. But it was not painful. It was almost comfortable.
I took another soothing breath before I nodded.
