Page 60 of Watch Me Burn
“Do I need to bind you?” My fingers drift along the ridge of her hipbone.
She swallows, fighting the alcohol haze. “I don’t know. What are we doing?”
I back toward the couch, pulling her with me. Her confused gaze tracks my movements. When I settle onto the cushions, she remains standing, her balance wavering as moonlight spills across her breasts and the soft curve of her stomach.
Her eyes widen when I unbuckle my belt, the metallic click loud in the quiet room. Her breath quickens.
“What are you—”
I free myself from my pants, shoving them down my thighs. Her pupils expand as her gaze drops and locks onto my cock, standing hard and proud. Her tongue darts across her lips as she leans forward, gravity and desire pulling her toward her knees.
“No.” My hands catch her hips before she can drop to the floor. “Not like that.”
Her eyebrows draw together for just a moment as she looks down at me from this unfamiliar angle.
“But you never…” Her words fade into the space between us, desire and bewilderment warring across her features. “You always bend me over something or push me against—”
“Tonight’s different.” I tighten my grip on her hips, drawing her closer. “Tonight I want to watch your face while you take what you need from me.”
Her breath stops short. She sways, and I steady her. “I don’t understand.”
“You will.”
Her eyes shimmer with want and desperation as realization dawns.
“I think I might be too drunk to have my hands tied. I don’t think I can balance without them.”
“Trust me.”
I anchor my hands on her hips, fingertips exploring the silk of her naked skin. She nods without hesitation.
“Be a good girl and brace your hands on my shoulders.”
A surprised gasp escapes her lips. “You’re letting me touch you?” Delight floods her expression as if I’ve just offered her something priceless.
“We’re about to have a lesson in trust.”
“I’ll never betray your trust.” The conviction in her voice reaches into my chest and grips hard.
I maneuver her over my lap, supporting her weight as she settles one knee on each side of my thighs, her body creating a perfect frame around mine.
She grips my shoulders like a lifeline, her fingers bunching the fabric of my shirt while I position her hips above mine, her hands trembling against me through the cotton barrier.
She hovers there, uncertain.
“I’ve got you.” My hands curve around her hips, thumbs settling into the soft hollow beneath her ribs. “Take your time.”
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, concentration replacing confusion as she angles her hips. The first brush of contact makes us both gasp. I ease her down, watching wonder bloom across her face as I stretch and fill her. Her lips part around a fractured sound that’s half moan, half sob.
“Oh God.” Moisture gathers on her lashes. “Why are you letting me—”
The question fragments, her mind struggling to reconcile this power when all she’s known with me is surrender.
“You’re going to take what you need from me tonight.” The words tear out of me, ragged at the edges, as her heat engulfs me. Her thighs quiver as she takes me deeper. Once I’m buried to the hilt, she lifts her hands from my shoulders and meets my gaze with eyes that hold nothing but absolute trust. Without her hands to brace herself, she floats in my grip alone.
I adjust my hold, one hand gripping her waist while the other spreads across the small of her back. “Trust me to keep you steady.”
“I trust you.” Those three words wrap around my heart like a caress.
