Page 43 of Knots About You
My wetness covered his chin by the time he demanded a third orgasm from me.
‘Please, Sir,’ I cried out.
‘What’s that? You need another finger?’ He pressed another into me, and I saw stars. The ropes held me tight as I pushedmy tied hands into his hair, grasping onto it as he pulled another orgasm from me. I clamped down on his fingers and squirmed against his tongue, my cries coming out in choked noises.
I eventually begged for leniency. He looked up at me from his space against my engorged, red wetness.
‘Better?’ he murmured, thumb drawing small circles against me as I shuddered.
‘I don’t think I’ll be able to think clearly for the rest of the week.’ I sagged against the armchair, my body turning into sated jelly.
He rested his forehead against mine before kissing me, letting me taste myself on his lips.
‘Breathe, Claire.’
I did.
‘You were glorious,’ he said as he undid each knot with the same care he’d tied them. Pins and needles fizzed in my fingers.
‘Don’t you want a turn?’ I asked, grazing my untied fingers against the rock-solidness at the front of his trousers.
Owen grasped my wrist gently and brought it to his lips, where he kissed along the rope indents.
‘Not right now. It’s bathtime.’
And his denying his own pleasure made me crave it all the more.
sixteen
OWEN
I carriedher upstairs like she was made of glass. Allowing her a moment to pee, I went and sourced the biggest, fluffiest towels I owned. She shivered as I ran the freestanding copper bath, one of the few indulgences I’d added when I moved in, filling it with steaming, bubbly water.
‘Too hot?’ I asked, as I held her hand while she stepped in.
‘No, it’s perfect,’ Claire sighed, pink-cheeked and glowing with that freshly fucked perfection. Not that I’d allowed myself to sink into her. The temptation had been there with her spread out like a buffet. It would have been so easy to let my guard down. But I had the feeling if I slid into her, I’d never be able to let her go.
Though I was fooling myself into thinking that not breaking that barrier would make it hurt any less when she did.
The water lapped up to her chest, and she made a small sound that went straight to my crotch.Hecertainly disagreed with my decision to hold back. ‘I’ll just go get the kettle on…’
‘Get in,’ she demanded, looking up at me with a no-nonsense grin.
‘You’d be squished up.’
‘Please, Owen?’ The sweetness in her voice undid me.
I took off my boots and stripped, all too aware of her eyes drinking me up. She went quiet for a long, soft second.
‘Oh. My God. You’re…’ She didn’t finish the sentence. She didn’t have to. The way her eyes widened as they snagged on my still very erect cock said it all.
Climbing in, I settled with my back against the copper and gathered her legs over my hips. The head of my cock floated below the surface, and I tried to will it away.
Her head tipped back against the rim of the bath, and her eyes fluttered shut.
‘Try not to drown,’ I said, which earned me a little laugh that made the surface ripple.
‘I feel like cooked spaghetti.’
