Page 123 of Tangled In Tinsel & Knots
She looks at me with those huge brown eyes, pupils so wide there’s barely any color left. “I need—” She swallows hard. “Something to hold me still. I want to be tied up so I feel constantly held. I trust you, Chris. I trust all of you completely.”
Everything in me goes very still.
She trusts us. Trusts us enough to be vulnerable, at our mercy during the most intense biological drive she’ll ever experience.
Something primal and possessive roars to life in my chest.
I rise slowly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
I take the stairs three at a time, my mind racing through options. I need something soft enough not to hurt her skin but substantial enough to give her the restraint she’s asking for.
In the living room, I spot the basket of holiday decorations we still haven’t put away. On top is a coil of thick, plush tinsel, the expensive kind that’s almost feathery, golden and luxurious.
Perfect.
My cock is fully hard just imagining it. Hannah wrapped up like the most precious gift, presented to us.
I grab the entire coil and sprint back upstairs, my pulse thundering in my ears.
When I push open her door, she’s already completely naked, sitting on the platform hugging her knees to her chest, rocking slightly. Energy radiates off her in waves.
Her gaze snaps to me the instant I enter, and she moans, her hands reaching out desperately. “Chris, please, I can’t?—”
“I’m here.” I cross to her, dropping to my knees in front of the platform. “I’ve got you. Now stand up for me, beautiful.”
I help her to her feet, and my gaze devours every inch of her body. Her breasts are full and perfect, nipples tight and begging for my mouth. The curve of her waist. The swell of her hips. The glistening evidence of her arousal already coating her inner thighs.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me? How much it turns me on thinking about you like this? Wrapped up. Unable to hide anything from me. Just mine to take however I want.”
She giggles breathlessly, but it dissolves into a moan when I lift her wrists gently and start wrapping the soft tinsel around them, not tight enough to hurt, just enough to bind them together in front of her.
While I work, she leans against me, pressing her breasts against my chest, her mouth finding my neck. She licks and sucks at my pulse point, and having her desperate and shameless and completely uninhibited is everything I’ve ever fantasized about.
She whimpers against my skin. “It’s torture not having you inside me. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on without breaking apart.”
Her bound hands lower between us and are already tugging at my shirt, trying to strip me.
I step back just enough to admire my work. “I’m not done with you yet. Not done admiring what’s mine.”
I trail the rest of the tinsel down her body deliberately. Wrapping it around her torso just above her breasts, then justbelow, framing them beautifully. Around her slim waist. Around her thighs in crisscrossing patterns that still allow her legs to part freely, creating perfect handles for us to grip.
When I step back to take in the full picture, my jaw clenches involuntarily.
She’s trembling. Golden tinsel wrapped around her gorgeous body. Flushed skin. Desperate eyes. Completely at my mercy.
“You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” I growl, meaning every word.
“Chris—” She’s begging, shifting helplessly, her bound hands reaching for me again. “Please, I need your cock inside me now.”
She’s all over me suddenly, tugging at my clothes again, even trying to use her teeth on my belt, and I finally give in.
I strip off my shirt, toe off my shoes and socks, but she’s already fumbling with my belt buckle again.
“You beg so pretty,” I tell her, catching her wrists gently to still them for a moment. “Say my name again.”
“Chris,” she breathes, and the urgency in her voice nearly undoes me. “Please, Chris.”
She drops to her knees on the platform, her bound hands clasped in front of her, and the position presses her breasts together perfectly, nipples peaked and tight.
