Page 77 of Tied to You
“What are you doing?”
Bless her. She looks so confused. “Uh, taking off my shoes. My feet are killing me.”
“No you don’t.” I walk to her, picking her up with little effort.
Her legs wrap around me, and the feel of her pussy against my cock makes us both hiss in anticipation, as I begin walking her back to the bed I’ve occupied pretty frequently for as long as I can remember.
But not anymore. I want Mollie in my bed every night. No way she’ll bestaying here.
“What are you doing?”
I sit her on the edge of the bed, sitting myself back on my heels. I tap her ankle, and she obliges, leaning back on her hands and lifting her foot to me. I place the sole against my chest then make light work of the strap, removing the shoe and discarding it.
Tapping the other, she lifts her foot and again places it on my chest. “I like you like this,” she says softly.
I don’t look up, admittedly struggling to unfasten the strap, but smiling to myself. “Why’s that?”
She muses to herself, her head landing on her shoulder. “Because you’re not being rude or annoying.”
My eyes slowly venture to hers, looking up at her through my lashes. “You thinkI’mrude and annoying?”
She tries to hide a smirk. “Sometimes.”
“Sometimes,” I mimic, my lips pouting as I contemplate punishing her. “That’s very rich coming from you.” My eyebrows raise a little.
Mollie doesn’t miss it. “Meaning?”
It’s me who muses to myself now. “Meaning,sometimesI think you can be a bit challenging, that’s all.” Oh, she’s going to hate that I said that.
She scoffs, proving I know her well already. “Challenging?” She goes to pull her foot away, but I anticipate her move, snatching at her ankle and holding it still.
“Yes. You challenge me.Allthe time.”
“Like when?”
I look down at the vice like grip I have on her foot, my face bright with amazement.
She scowls when I look up at her, but I see a playful look twinkle in her eyes. Every part of her wants to pull herself free from my hold, but she really doesn’t want to prove I’m right.
I loosen my grip, and she leaves her foot where it is. Both of us waiting for the other to crack. It won’t be me.
Waiting for it, her bottom lip disappears under her teeth, and she moves, fast.
But unfortunately for her, I’m faster. I grab her ankle again and stand, towering over her, giving her no choice but to lie flat on her back. There’sstill challenge in her eyes, but she’s breathing heavy again, caught under my spell.
I bend, wanting to get close to her, but a stabbing pain hits me above my heart. I look down, seeing the heel of her shoe pressing into me. Looking at her, she’s still chewing on that fucking lip. “Bring it on, baby.” I lower, absorbing the sharp stab of pain with every inch that I get closer to her.
She doesn’t relent, keeping her foot on me until her leg can’t bend anymore. I see her grimace, but she won’t cave.
“You know,” I look down, easing off some of the pressure in my chest and presumably in her leg, “you’re pretty vulnerable right now, Baby Doll.” Her arse is raised off the bed, my come literally dribbling out of her, her pussy glistening.
Ready and fucking waiting.
Beautiful.
A small, subtle arch of her back tells me she wants me to touch her.
I smile, resting one hand on the bed, the other delicately dusting from her entrance to her clit, making her writhe underneath me. She’s so easily turned on by me. Us. Our connection. I slip two fingers inside her, scooping up my arousal, and gently fuck her with my hand.
