Page 11 of Mine To Break
Chapter Five
The hell if he could think with his dick tied up in a bow. His fingers itched to jerk the sash off, throw her over his shoulder, and haul her off to bed. It wasn’t her threats of punishment that stilled his hand, though. It was fear that he if took charge, as usual, that the blessed erection he’d finally regained would seep away and he’d be right back at the beginning.
With burning, desperate need—and no ability to satisfy it.
She didn’t have to warn him that this washergame. Play by her rules, or she’d walk. And if she walked…
“If it means you’ll take me to bed, then you can punish me any way you want.” He swallowed hard and clenched his fists, fighting down the urge to seize control of the situation. “Ma’am.”
The slight sting to his ego was immediately salved by the heat of her glowing eyes. “Then you can go lie flat on your back in my bed and wait for me to join you.”
Relieved, he did as she asked. No, as she told him.I’ve got to get my mind wrapped around it. She orders. I do it. Or she walks.
“Make yourself good and comfortable,” she called after him. “You’re going to be there for awhile.”
He ground his teeth but swallowed down the retort. Fuck waiting. Fuck her.Yeah, please, soon. Shit.
Slamming his fist into a pillow a couple of times in a mockery of fluffing it, he lay down as ordered. Simmering hot, both his mood and his lust. It felt like he was careening down a freeway in the dark with no headlights in his first car. An old 1968 Mustang that was more rust than anything else until he could afford to fix it up piece by piece, leaking gas like a sieve. One tiny spark would have turned him into a fireball, but damned if he’d park that beast and walk or ride his bike to school.
He lifted his head, moving the pillows until he could see her. She still puttered in her closet, hanging up the dress, putting her shoes away, stripping off her lingerie as if they were priceless artifacts, and then slowly making her way around the room picking up his clothes he’d tossed about. He hadn’t exactly been tidy and by all accounts, Mal appeared to be a neat-freak.
I won’t leave my crap around for her to pick up again. Not happening on my watch.
Not that she seemed to mind. In fact, she hummed softly as she walked around the room, fully aware that he tracked her every movement. He’d never known a woman so comfortable in her skin. She didn’t flaunt her body. She just owned that fine ass and sweet tits like a she was a queen and she knew it, just like she knew he was looking and getting harder by the moment. In fact, she loved every moment of his attention if the knowing smile on her lips was any indication.
Finally, thank God, she came to the side of the bed, but instead of joining him, she rummaged around in the drawer of the nightstand. Condoms he expected. A hank of white cotton rope gave him pause. Thick enough he wouldn’t be able to snap it no matter how hard he tried.
She gave him a wink. “In case you need some help keeping your hands where I tell you to put them.”
His heart pounded and sweat broke out on his forehead. Anxiety? He wasn’t sure. “I don’t think I’d like being tied up.” Helpless. A spasm rocked through his body and he still didn’t know if the idea terrified him, pissed him off, or… sent him into overdrive. His dick was still hard, so he wouldn’t complain. Yet.
She cupped his balls and he hauled in a hissing breath. Fuck, it felt like fire bloomed in his guts. “You didn’t think you’d like that big cock all tied up either, but he’s looking pretty happy.”
Her fingers roamed higher and it was all he could do to lie there and pant and hope he didn’t come again.
“Not too tight yet, but I’ll keep an eye on it. You ready for your orders?”
Blinking hard, he focused on her face. “Ma’am?”
“It’s simple, really. You know the first rule already.”
At her lifted brow, he managed to answer, though his mouth felt like it was full of rocks. “Don’t touch you unless you say.”
She nodded, trailing her fingers up his stomach, so light and teasing it made him hop around like a June bug on hot pavement. Then suddenly she was on top of him, settling down high on his chest, her knees planted on either side of his ribcage. His hands lifted reflexively, but he caught himself just in time and slammed his arms back down hard to the bed.
But her pussy. It was right there. So close, open and glistening, her musky scent filling his nose. If a drug lord had barged in with guns blazing, Colby doubted he’d have been able to drag his gaze away in time to save them both.
“Push your hands back a little and grip the bar of the headboard. It’ll be easier for you if you have something to hang on to.”
It took a few moments for her words to sink in, but then he did as she suggested and wrapped his palms around the cool round metal bar.
“You ready for the second rule?”
He figured that she’d want him to look up at her face, some confirmation that he heard and was paying attention, but she edged closer, sliding her knees up over his biceps, giving her some leverage—but also widening up her thighs and bringing heaven closer to him. Opening his mouth, he started to lift his head and get his first taste of her, but she pressed his forehead back down. Refusing him.
He groaned with frustration and she laughed with a husky catch in her voice. Her folds were so wet. She wanted him, even knowing his problem. Even though he might not be a submissive that suited her style of domination.
She wantsme.
