Page 45 of Dominate
I exhale and spread my legs. “Then I’ll tell you to stop.”
The dubious look on his face shows me that he’s still not convinced, but the heat in his eyes as he stares at my centre is at odds with that expression.
An idea comes to mind that might help him feel more comfortable. “Look in my purse. There’s a feather that I think Leslie shoved in there at the club.”
“A feather?” he asks, his tone curious as he finds my bag and pulls out a black feather that’s attached to a black rubber stick.
“Start with that,” I urge. “Do something small, then you’ll feel brave enough to try more. It’s similar to what I did with you when I measured you for a suit.”
“You were a fucking goddess that night,” he replies as he walks toward me. He trails the feather over the top of my foot, and I instantly recoil with a sharp inhale.
His eyes flash up to mine. “Do you like that?”
I nod, goosebumps erupting all over my body as my legs close and rub together with need.
Feeling encouraged, he gradually moves the feather up over my knee and stops at my hip. “How about that?”
I groan softly, my eyes closing because watching him watch me is another form of torture, and I can only handle one thing right now.
“Eyes on me, Treacle,” he husks, his voice deep and gravelly.
I open them and stare up at him. The light hair on his chest, the lines of his hips, the way his jeans hang low around them. Good God, he’s sexy.
“I want to hear words from your lips,” he adds, his tone stronger as he moves the feather over top of my belly and traces a circle around my navel.
I pin him with a determined look. “I like it.”
He nods, his hazel eyes darkening on mine. “Where do you want me to touch you next?”
I bite my lip and reply, “My nipples.”
He smiles an oh-so sexy smile and moves the feather around both of my breasts, his eyes fierce on my nubs as they harden beneath his touch. “Would you like my mouth on your nipples instead?”
“Yes, please,” I moan, my voice breathy as my entire body trembles for a lot freaking more.
The bed dips as he kneels beside me and crouches over to pull my left nipple into his mouth. He releases it with an audiblepop. “Do you like it when I bite your nipples, Tre?”
“Oh my God, yes,” I moan, my ass grinding into the bed as I fight the restraint of the cuffs. I ache so damn bad to score my nails over his bare back, but watching him come alive like this is its own form of aphrodisiac.
He moves over to my other nipple and bites down gently. I cry out when his teeth pull back and scrape along my flesh.
“Are you okay?” he asks quietly, looking up at me.
“Yes, Gareth,” I answer, a nearly painful need pooling between my legs.
He stares deep into my eyes as he moves the feather down between my legs. With a gentle stroke up my inner thigh, he hits my sensitive nerve bundles. I buck up off the bed so high, my belly touches his chest. He growls as he watches me writhe beneath him.
“Jesus Christ, I can smell how much you want me, Sloan.” His voice is guttural, needy, and wanting. He’s overwhelmed just as I was the first time I took control of him in his closet.
“I want you so badly,” I moan.
“How do you want me?”
“I want you inside of me.”
“What do you want me to do inside of you?” he asks, tickling my clit with the feather until I’m desperate to scream.
“I want you to make me come!” I exclaim.
