Page 42 of Tied in Knots
Almost as if he is made from speed, he is in front of me before I make it to the safety of my nest. He slaps his palm against the door and shuts it, blocking me from my safe haven.
“Uhm,” I murmur, glancing around warily.
But there is no escape.
He moves to the back of me, his hands going up to my bare shoulders. He strokes my skin, inhaling deeply. “So soft.”
He places a kiss at the base of my neck, brushing away the wisps of hair escaping from the messy bun I’d bunched my hair into to shower.
I shiver under his touch.
“Can I touch you, kitty?”
“Yes,” I murmur not wanting him to stop. His hands feel so good against my sensitive skin.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Tell me to get away from you.”
"No,” I say, my voice stronger. I stare at my reflection in the full-length mirror of the wardrobe door, my breath coming in short, shallow pants.
He presses his body closer to me, his hand snaking around to grip my throat gently. “Be a good girl and tell me to get away from you, kitty.”
“I can’t do that.” My heart is beating rapidly, making me go lightheaded.
“You’re going to be naughty?”
I nod.
He increases the pressure on my throat. “Bad girls get punished.”
“What are you going to do?”
His hand drops from my throat to the top of the towel, and he flicks it open, letting it drop to the floor at my feet. His breath hitches.
I lift my gaze to latch onto his. His hazel eyes are grey and beautiful when he looks back at me. His expression is one of torment. I want to let him off the hook and tell him to step back, but when I open my mouth to say the words, nothing comes out.
“You have completely unravelled me, Faith,” he groans softly. “I am a creature of restraint. I’m not ruled by my dick or my base instinct to rut everything that moves. But you bring that out in me.”
His hands trail lightly down over my breasts as he presses his body closer to mine, pushing me up against the cold surface of the mirror.
I whimper softly.
He closes his eyes, inhaling deeply, his hands cupping my breasts. “You are everything, Faith. Everything I never even knew I wanted, but now crave. Now that my hands are on your skin, I have to keep touching you or I will perish.”
One hand drops between my legs. He cups my pussy, squeezing gently. “Tell me to step back, Faith because that is the only thing that will stop me now.”
“I don’t want you to stop,” I say and follow that up with a soft purr when his fingers slip inside me.
“Fucking hell,” he groans. “Faith.”
His other hand fumbles behind me, releasing his cock from his sexy black combat pants.
“You’re everything,” he says again, that posh accent drifting over me, turning me on even more.
I slick on his fingers, drenching them with my sudden need to have him. “P-please.”
He removes his fingers from my pussy and lifts one hand up above my head to place my palm against the mirror. His gaze fixed on mine in the mirror and unwavering, he pulls back on my hips, so my arse is sticking out. He guides his cock to my entrance and slowly slides into me before he takes my other hand and plasters it to the mirror.
“Ah,” I cry out as his massive cock invades my pussy, coating him with slick.
