Page 95 of For Wrath and Redemption
“Stay right there. I’m in charge now.”
My grin is immediate. I love when she’s bossy. I nod.
“Okay, Trouble. You’re in charge.”
“Lie back down.”
I do. She smirks. “Good boy.”
Fuck me, I’m going to come. How embarrassing.
“This is what we’re going to do, Mr. Hendrix. I’ve been thinking about this, and I think you’re right. I think we should test things out.”
I arch a brow. “Test things out?”
She nods once. “We should see if we can be something without committing murder.”
Excitement wraps around my chest and squeezes while my stomach does flips. This might be butterflies. I think I’ve got fucking butterflies.
“Okay.” I speak slowly. I don’t want to spook her. If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up yet. “So...what are you doing?”
“First, we need to even the score.” She takes two more steps toward me and runs her finger over my erection tented in my boxer briefs. “Ibelieve you owe me two orgasms. One with your tongue, and one with your cock.”
I nod, my mouth watering. “I do. I do owe you two orgasms.”
“We’re going to do it my way.”
“Trouble, I’ll do it anyway you want me to. You just say the word.”
The smile that stretches over her face is sinful. I want to bite that bottom lip.
“Good.” I try to touch her, but she smacks my hand away. “Ah, ah. None of that.”
I pout. I fucking pout, and she laughs.
“Spread your arms.” I do. “Wider.” I do. “Good boy. You’re doing so good.”
I watch as she pulls something from under the bed. At first, I think it’s rope, but when she wraps it around my wrist, I see that it’s nylon. Pantyhose.
She ties some kind of advanced knot, and when I try to move my arm, I realize she’s tied it to the bed frame. Then she walks slowly to the other side of the bed. Leisurely. Like she’s got nothing but time. She does the same thing to my other arm. When she’s finished, I tug at that one too.
“Were you a Girl Scout?”
She huffs out a laugh. “No, but you can learn anything on the internet.” She faces me. “Are you okay with this?”
I nod rapidly. “Absolutely. More than okay. I’m 100 percent okay with anything. Everything.”
Another gloriously salacious grin. “Good.”
She takes off her bra, and I groan. I ball my hands into fists. I want her nipples in my mouth. I want to fucking lick her. Then she turns, gives me a perfect view of her ass, and pulls her panties down.
“Fuck me, Claire.” I drop my eyes to her swollen, wet pussy lips and groan again. “Fuck, baby.”
She faces me again, and I run my eyes over her. Naked and gorgeous. Skin flushed. Nipples peaked. Those dark curls cascading over her shoulders. My dick is so hard. It’s painfully hard. I need her. I need her like air.
“I’m going to blindfold you now, Mr. Hendrix. What is your safe word?”
My eyes widen. I blink a few times. I don’t want to lose this view. I want it imprinted on my brain.
