Page 34 of His to Keep
Fuck. “I need to be inside you, right now.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”
I blink at her. “Of course I’m sure.”
She doesn’t drop my gaze. “I thought you might be mad at me. For not agreeing to this sooner.”
I’m about to assure her that I’m not mad when I see it—that flash of heat in her eyes. “And if Iamangry?” I ask.
She shrugs a little. “I suppose you would have to punish me.”
I’m torn between wanting to fuck her right there on the floor, tie her to my bed for the rest of the night, or fall to my knees at her feet to worship her. But the most important trait for a dominant to possess is control, so I don’t do any of those things.
Instead I pull her to her feet and bring her to the center of the room. I leave her standing there while I bring her wine glass to join mine on the side table, then cross back over, circling around her, letting my gaze drift up and down her delectable body. The longer I go without touching her, the more quickly her chest rises and falls, her breathing increasing right along with the anticipation.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, haven’t you?” I whisper in her ear, loving the way goosebumps pop up on her skin.
“Yes, sir. Very bad.”
“I think you need to be punished.”
A whole body shudder runs through her. “Yes, sir.”
Her willingness has my cock hardening—and a lump forming in my throat as emotion crashes through me. This woman is everything I didn’t even know I needed. And she’s mine now.
I tilt her head back so I can look into her eyes and press a soft kiss against her lips. “We’re going to be so good together,” I murmur. “You have no idea.”
Her eyes are bright as she stares up at me. “Show me.”
There’s so much trust in her eyes. She knows I won’t do anything she can’t handle, and that, in turn, gives me the strength I need to push her limits. At the thought, my cock hardens even more and just like that, the mood changes. Tension grows between us, energy crackling the air. Her eyes widen with just the right amount of fear and the dominant in me rises up to take control.
“Hands behind your back.”
Her eyes darken at the command in my voice and she quickly moves to comply. The new position forces her chest out, and I groan as I step around in front of her, taking in the sight. Her tits strain against the snow white shirt, the fabric gaping slightly between the buttons. Her nipples are hard, tenting out against her shirt, making my mouth water. It’s physically painful not to touch her, so I reach out to grasp her tits, kneading roughly and twisting on her nipples through the material until she gasps and squeaks. “Love those fucking noises,” I mutter. I hold her eyes as I grip the sides of her shirt and tear, sending buttons flying everywhere as she gasps in surprise.
I groan at the sight of her white lace bra. So fucking sweet and innocent. Somehow that makes this all the better. I can’t wait to do a million filthy things to her. To defile her, to turn this sweet little thing into my dirty, dirty girl.
It takes me about three seconds to get her naked and down on my bed. She looks up at me with those need-filled eyes and the sight of her laid out on my bed, in my home, is almost too much. This is where she belongs and it’s where I plan to keep her as long as she’ll let me. I want nothing more than to bury myself inside her, and it’s a struggle to make myself slow down, to give her what she needs. What we both need.
“I seem to remember my sweet girl saying something about being tied to my bed.” Her eyes widen and I grin down at her before flipping her over onto her stomach, making her gasp. I don’t give her time to catch her breath before grabbing one wrist and yanking it roughly to the headboard—and the leather cuff I have waiting there. “Lucky for you, I’m always prepared.”
She wiggles excitedly while I wrap the restraints around the first wrist and then the second. I bring my lips to her ear, relishing the way her whole body shudders when I take the lobe between my teeth and bite down. “Still, baby.”
She ceases her squirming immediately and I thrill at her perfect obedience. “Good girl,” I murmur, running my hand down the curve of her spine, savoring the silk smooth feel of her skin. “Such a good girl.”
Deciding that I’ve been gentle for far too long, I shift down the bed and grab her ankles, pulling roughly so her legs part. The sight of her splayed out there, hands tied to my headboard, red hair a messy pool on my pillow, her ass in the air, legs parted, is too much. I bring a stinging slap down to the top of her luscious thigh and she yelps, jerking in surprise.
“Apparently I haven’t restrained you enough if you’re having that much trouble staying still,” I murmur, unhooking a cuff from the bed’s footboard. “Such a shame, since I was so looking forward to you wrapping your legs around me while I fuck you.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” she whispers, turning her head on the pillow so I can see the side of her face. But when I bring the cuff to her ankle, the little twist of her lips tells me she isn’t sorry at all. My girl wasn’t kidding when she said she liked being restrained.
I attach a cuff to each ankle then connect them together, preventing her from parting her legs. With her ankles joined tightly and her hands chained to the headboard, she’s completely helpless. Just the way I want her. I pull her hips up, forcing her knees under her. She’s awkward without use of her hands but she manages to get her balance. I stifle a groan at the sight of her all tied up, on her knees, head down, ass raised high. The position is submissive and unbearably sexy and I want to do very dirty things to her.
“That ass needs to be red,” I murmur, more to myself than her. I look over my shoulder, judging how long it would take me to get to the toys in the top drawer of my dresser. Only a moment—still too long. My paddles and floggers will have to wait. I hurry to unbuckle my belt, loving the sound of her sharp intake of breath when the metal buckle clangs. She knows what’s coming next.
“Where are you, sweet girl?”
“Green,” she says immediately, wiggling her ass a little. I grin. God, she’s going to be fun.
