Page 121 of Hide and Seek
He scoops the abandoned belt off the ground, and a thrill rumbles through my chest as he makes his way toward me.
It looks like someone has something special in store for me tonight, but he’s kidding himself if he thinks I’m about to submit to him again. Then as he steps in behind me, his fingers brushing over my waist, a soft laugh bubbles from my throat.
“Dare I ask what’s so funny?” he questions.
“Oh nothing,” I say, feigning innocence. “I just think it’s cute that you think you’re simply going to crack that belt of yours across my ass again, tie me up, and have your wicked way with me.”
“Oh,” he murmurs. “I’m not?”
I shake my head, loving the way his lips drop to my shoulder and work up to the curve of my neck, making everything clench inside me. “No. I played the role of your doting little whore. I dropped to my knees without question and gave you exactly what you asked for. I played your little game, and now it’s your turn.”
“Really?”
“Mm-hmm. You know how strongly I feel about repaying favors,” I say, remembering the exact moment I stepped right up on his bed, walked over to him, and demanded he eat my pussy until my knees were shaking. Tonight will be no different.
Knight chuckles to himself, and when his fingers brush against my shoulder and trail down my skin, leaving a wake of goosebumps, I start to wonder if my confidence might have been misplaced.
His fingers reach my palm, and just when I think he’s about to give me what I want, he lifts the belt and locks it around my wrist. I suck in a breath, my heart racing as he reaches for my other wrist and works it behind my back, binding it to the other.
I fucking gulp.
This isn’t quite how I thought this was going to go. I was a fool to assume I could take control of this game. The ball has been in his court the whole damn time.
With my wrists secured behind my back, Knight leans in, kissing my shoulder before wrapping his arm around my body, his hand diving between my thighs and firmly cupping my pussy. He grinds the palm of his hand against my clit, and my body trembles in his strong arms.
“It’s cute that you think I haven’t been thinking about devouring your sweet little cunt since the moment I got you back here,” he says, mimicking my earlier words.
A soft, needy groan slips from my lips, and in a flash, his hand is gone. He takes my waist and spins me around before lifting me into his arms. A squeal tears out of me, not having hands to hold on with, but I’m secure in his arms, and as he strides across the room, my legs lock around him.
Knight puts me down in the armchair in the corner of the room, my hands squished under my ass, making sure I can’t move. My chest heaves and as his dark eyes flame with hunger, my pussy throbs with need.
He takes my legs, dragging me down the armchair before hooking each of my knees over the edge of the arm rests, opening me wide. In this position, I’m completely at his mercy, unable to move, but even if I could, I wouldn’t dare try.
“There,” he rumbles, looking at me laid out before him like an all-you-can-eat buffet. “This is how I expect to find you when I come home from work.”
“Really?” I murmur, my tongue rolling over my bottom lip. “And what exactly do you plan on doing with me?”
A smirk kicks up the corner of his lips, and as that dark gaze burns with excitement, he falls to his knees. His fingers drop to my shoulder, slowly trailing over the fabric of my lingerie, touching me everywhere. He follows the curve of my breast down to my ribs, brushing over the MINE scar before dancing across my hip.
His fingers move over the fabric of my thong as I squirm beneath him, my body already so worked up, and when he pulls the dainty fabric aside, revealing my needy cunt beneath, his eyes fill with the deepest desire.
Then with my heels hanging over the sides of the armchair, Knight dives in, closing his warm mouth over my clit. I cry out, my hips jolting at the sudden rush of pleasure against my core, and he responds by rolling his tongue over my sensitive clit.
I groan as he works me, desperate to twine my fingers into his hair and pull, but I’m at his mercy, playing by his rules as he works me at his own pace, having complete control.
“Oh God, Knight,” I groan, my hips rolling against his face.
His lips are like pure ecstasy working my body, and when he reaches down between my thighs and pushes two thick fingers deep inside me, I can barely hold myself together. My hips wildly jolt, and I cry out, raw, undiluted pleasure pumping through my veins.
His fingers curve inside of me, splitting and rolling, massaging my walls until the intensity has my body spasming beneath him. He holds me down, his hand splayed on my waist as I feel a deep tightening in my core.
“Oh fuck. I’m gonna come.”
I throw my head back against the armchair, my eyes rolling in my head, but I need to see the way his tongue rolls over my clit, flicking and teasing, nipping and sucking.
I’ve never seen anything so raw, so erotic, so full of undiluted passion. The way he works me, the way he craves me, the way he worships every inch of my body. How could I ever be without him?
That coil inside of me tightens until I can’t possibly hold on any longer, and I explode, my orgasm tearing through me like a bomb, destroying everything that stands in its way. My body shatters, wildly spasming and jolting, and with every pass of his tongue over my clit, I fall to pieces.
