Page 51 of Gideon
“You feel just as good, even better,” I murmured, lightening my touch until only my fingertips trailed back up her spine. She shivered in my arms, goosebumps erupting over her skin as she sighed. That little inhale, that gasp of needy breath, made my cock harden.
Her lips brushed against the skin of my neck, her breath fluttering against my pulse point. I wanted to make her gasp. I needed to make her moan. To have her submission. But not just yet. Of course, that didn’t mean I couldn’t have a little fun in the meantime.
My hands moved up to her shoulders, tugging her arms down as my hands slowly ran down her long lines, pulling her arms behind her back. Her breath shuddered a gasp as she realized what I was doing. I clasped her hands behind the small of her back, holding them in one hand as I pulled away from her just slightly. My other hand cupped her chin, keeping her eyes trained right on me.
“Is someone feeling needy for some play?” I asked her, my voice rumbling low in my chest as I let my dominance take hold and come to the surface. Her mouth opened, her jaw going slack as her pupils dilated ever so slightly with desire. She nodded her head slowly, her eyes still locked on mine.
I pretended to consider it before shrugging and dropping my hands. Stepping away from her, I spoke, “Hmm, maybe later.”
The beautiful hint of submission that had just been flickering in those emerald eyes quickly vanished and made way for angered frustration.
“Oh, you.. you…” she sputtered, her hands fisting at her sides as I walked away from her, chuckling as I toed on my boots.
“I’m going to be working on the boat for a bit, trying to fix up that broken panel on the hull. I’ll see you later,” I called to her as I walked out the door, leaving her still sputtering and agitated behind me. Good, I wanted that fire. I wanted her to feel that need so poignantly, so desperately.
Tonight, that would all change. And I couldn’t fucking wait.
The day quickly passed, me busying myself with the Ataraxia repairs while Naomi did… well, whatever she was doing inside. I had made myself scarce for the last few hours, giving her time to think, to stew, to ponder over the things she wanted. It was nearing dinner time now, a late dinner by the looks of the setting sun on the horizon. I quickly packed up my things, taking a moment to stretch out my sore muscles before making my way back down the ladder and heading back into the house.
When I opened the door, the smell of sweet baked goods filled the air. To say it shocked me was an understatement.
“Naomi?” I called out. I saw her bustling around the kitchen.
“Hi,” she answered with a sweetness I was not expecting.
“Did I step into an alternate dimension?” I asked, kicking my boots to the corner and walking into the kitchen.
“How so?” She asked, looking over her shoulder at me. My hands found her waist, wrapping around her midsection and kissing the back of her head. There was an easy familiarity between each other that we’d found over the past two days. Less bickering, more flirting. It was phenomenal.
“You’re in the kitchen. There’s no smoke, no fire,” I teased her.
“Nope. Not tonight,” she chuckled.
“What are you cooking?” I asked, kissing the back of her neck. I grinned against her skin as her little round ass pushed back against me at the touch of my lips.
“Cinnamon rolls,” she answered, with no small amount of pride in her voice.
“Cinnamon rolls? For dinner?” I asked in surprise. The woman could barely cook, but she had baked?
“Are you complaining?” she retorted, turning around in my arms to face me. Her arms wound up around my neck and she pressed a kiss to my lips gently.
“Not in the slightest,” I groaned, pulling her into me and deepening the chaste kiss she had begun.
“Now shoo so I can get these out of the oven before they burn,” she teased, pushing me away from her. I stepped back, appreciating the view as she bent over, opening the oven and pulling out the most delicious looking cinnamon rolls I had ever seen.
“Christ Almighty, that looks good!” I exclaimed. She set the dish on the stove to cool before turning to face me again. “The cinnamon rolls look good, too,” I added with a saucy wink. She rolled her eyes, wiping her hands on the towel she had used as an oven mitt, and tossed it at me with a smirk.
“You’re incorrigible, Gideon Temple,” she snorted. “I’m almost finished, and then we can eat. You should go wash up. You’re a mess,” she said, giving me a once over. I looked down at myself, noting the grime on my hands, the dirt embedded under my nails.
“Ugh, you’re right. I’m going to grab a quick shower and I’ll be right back,” I agreed, already walking towards the staircase. “Don’t start without me!” I called down the stairwell.
“No promises! Hurry up or I’ll eat them all,” she called back, and I guffawed loudly. I liked this side of her. The sass that we could shoot back and forth without all the vitriol from earlier days.
I tossed my dirty clothes into the laundry hamper and headed to the shower. The hot water felt amazing after working on the boat. As the water ran over my skin, I thought about my plans for tonight. It was a simple thing, really, but it was the best way I knew to introduce someone into bondage. Many found it silly, but it worked. The K.I.S.S. system was always best. Keep it simple, stupid.
I was ready for it. I was ready to show her just how freeing and exhilarating bondage could be. My cock hardened at the thought of her tied up in beautiful rope, hung from the ceiling as her head drooped and she gave in to the sensations of the biting ropes, and embraced the freedom bondage could give. We weren’t ready for all that, not by a long shot, but the image was exquisite.
My hand wrapped around my hard length, pulling a few slow strokes as I gave into the fantasy dancing behind my eyes. I imagined introducing her to Abditory, slowly working the ropes over her body as a crowd of people watched us work together. The image of her breasts bound and squeezed together tight until they reddened just slightly.
