Page 129 of Unforgiving Queen
“Both.”
A delicious shiver zipped down my spine.
I kept my gaze on his as I reached back and pulled at the first button, then the next, until the satin dress fell down my body with a seductive rustle. I was left standing in only my white lace thong and matching bra, the blue garter he’d given me stark against my milky thigh.
Scorching heat incinerated the shadows in his eyes and engulfed me in its flames.
I cast a glance at his groin, his arousal straining against his slacks, and my mouth suddenly dried with anticipation.
“Your panties too. Take it all off, but leave your heels on.”
Goosebumps covered every inch of my skin as I unclipped my bra, letting it flutter to the ground softly. I stepped out of my panties next, and the heat of his stare on my naked body warmed me from head to toe.
My desire crescendoed with each breath as I waited for his next command. My core throbbed, wet and aching.
“Get on the bed.”
I rushed to obey and felt the mattress dip beneath my weight.
Amon went around the table and reached inside the nightstand.
“What are you…” I trailed off when I saw what he held in his hand.
“Lie down,” he ordered with a dark gleam in his eyes. The roar in my ears drowned out his voice, and I could barely focus on the meaning behind his words. The look in his eyes whispered of sin and carnal pleasure, pulling me into their depths. I was all in, as long as it was with him.
I obeyed and sucked in a sharp breath when he straddled me and fastened my hands to the headboard posts with silk ties. My heart drummed wildly and my stomach tumbled over itself.
The material of his tux brushed over my painfully hard nipples and my juices slicked my thighs while X-rated images played in my mind at the way I looked—bound and at his utter mercy.
He moved down my body, his hardness brushing against me, and I let out a small moan, rubbing my thighs together. My clit was swollen and throbbing, my thighs wet with arousal.
He hadn’t even gotten started and I was already a puddle. A small yelp tore from me when he yanked my legs apart and tied my ankles to the remaining posts.
Amon stepped off the bed, leaving me spread-eagle. A hot flush rushed through my body, staining my skin a light pink. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a vibrator I hadn’t noticed was sitting on the hard surface.
My whole body was engulfed in flames and a bead of sweat formed on my forehead.
I gulped. “I’ve never used toys before.”
“If you want to stop, you tell me.” His voice was soft but fire blazed in his eyes. “At any time.”
“Can you at least take your clothes off?” I begged, infuriatingly aroused.
“Soon.”
He turned the vibrator on, the soft buzzing sound filling the space between us, then dragged the tip over my clit, just lightly enough to send a bolt of sensation rocketing through me. My nails dug into my palms, leaving crescent moons in my flesh while I jerked against the expertly tied binds.
“You’re dripping, wife.” He slid a finger inside me and I couldn’t hold back a moan. “So beautiful.” His voice was a guttural grunt. “And all mine.”
My thighs shook and the orgasm lurked just out of reach. He thrust a second finger in, stretching me so fully that all I could feel and focus on was him. “I own every part of you.”
“I own you too.” His eyes flashed with a darkening storm so beautiful I couldn’t tear my gaze away.
“You do,” he confirmed. “You look so beautiful like this, tied up and waiting for my cock.”
His breath skated over my neck as he trailed his tongue down my skin. He pushed the vibrator inside me slowly while kissing and teasing the sensitive spot on my collarbone.
“Amon,” I gasped when he shoved the last inch of the toy into me, the vibrator wrenching a strangled cry out of me. Oh God. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.
