Page 41 of Knots About You
The idea of him devouring me had me vibrating on the spot. It had been far too long since I’d had a man focus all his attention between my thighs.
I loosened my bra and dropped it, my nipples pebbling under his stare. Then the underwear. My last scrap of a barrier. Standing there nude highlighted the difference in our intimate roles. Owen was restrained control, hidden behind those hungry eyes, where I was open, eager, and vulnerable.
‘Come,’ he demanded. I was in his lap in an instant, craving his touch.
Nothing about Owen was rushed, and I quivered with need as he dragged his fingertips over my skin.
‘Do you trust me?’ He asked, cupping my jaw.
‘Yes, I do.’
‘And what do you want?’ He kissed me once, slow and thorough, emptying my head of all sense.
‘Everything.’
My breath hitched as he kissed me again, slow, decadent movements of his tongue that had my heart thundering in my chest.
Owen picked me up, and placed me on the chair, settling a cushion at the small of my back. I waited as he fetched a handful of rope.
‘I’m going to tie your hands here in front of you, and then I’m going to spread your pretty thighs wide, and tie them open. Is that all right?’
All right? Fuck me, I was gagging for it.
‘Please,’ I said softly, ‘It’s more than all right, Owen.’
A wicked grin stole over his face, and I fell in love with that smile just a little. It felt like something special he only gave to a handful of people.
‘You remember your safe word?’ Owen asked as he wrapped the rope around my wrists, tying them snuggly.
‘Driftwood,’ I breathed, before squeaking as he pressed my thighs wide. His gaze fell over my exposed pussy, and I could have died of embarrassment if it wasn’t for the way he looked at me. You’d have thought I was hoarding his favourite snack between my legs.
‘Look at you, Claire. Already soaked for me.’
‘I mean, you’re sporting a log in your trousers, so I’m not sure you should be judging.’ I couldn’t help but sass him. I’d never been confronted with my own wetness before.
‘I like it, brat. All the more for me to devour.’
Good. Lord.
He was going to make me come with his words before I ever got to feel his tongue if he didn’t hurry up. The rope bit into mythighs as he secured them against the arms of the chair, the rope disappearing to the feet before being cinched tight. I couldn’t move my thighs an inch. Open, displayed and completely at his mercy.
‘I’ve dreamt about seeing you like this,’ he murmured, kneeling in front of me and grazing his lips over my inner thighs as he spoke. ‘Use your words if you need to. Breathe when I tell you. And rest that clever mouth or I’ll torture you with mine.’
‘Isn’t that what you’re going to do anyway?’
‘It is. But I can make you stay like this for hours, taking you to the edge again and again against my tongue and never letting you have satisfaction.’
He wouldn’t…
But the devious glint in his eye told me he would if he wanted to, and while the idea actually had me curious, I was far too needy to cope with that.
‘You don’t like brats?’ I asked as he pressed his stomach against my heat and cupped my face.
‘I fucking love them. Dealing with them can be quite fun. Mostly for me, though.’
Owen kissed me with a heat that had me desperate. He tipped my face to give himself more access to my mouth, groaning as the kiss went from commanding to lust-hazed. His stomach ground against me, sending flutters of pleasure into me with each movement. By the time he broke the kiss, I was positively delirious with desire.
He knelt between my legs, his fingers skimming over my legs, around my hips and up to my nipples. Again and again. It drove me crazy that he touched me everywhere but where I wanted it the most.
