Page 38 of Heart Stopping
"You're too sweet and too good for me," I said softly. "You should find yourself a nice girl. Someone who will treat you right." Someone who wouldn't look at him and lie right to his face. Someone who wouldn't use him to plan a brutal killing.
He raised one hand slowly, brushed it past my cheek and over my hair. He grabbed a fist full and wound it around his fingers.
Holding me there, he brought his face closer to mine, close enough to swallow my gasp of surprise.
"I don't want a nice girl," he whispered. "I want a woman who knows what she wants."
What I knew right then was that my panties were ruined. This was a side of him I hadn't expected, but I liked it. He wasn't holding back now. I didn't want him to. I wanted everything he had to give to me. And then some.
"Do you?" I whispered back.
He turned his head to the side, regarding me before slowly swiveling it back the other way.
"You know what, you're right," he said. "I want a woman who knows whatIwant. Who’s ready and willing to do what I tell her."
"What do you want?" I asked, meeting his gaze straight on. My heart raced, hoping I was picking up on the right vibe here. The whole being sweet thing was only one aspect of Cassius Titmus. Now it was time to let the darker side of him shine. The dominant side.
He proved me right a moment later. He tightened his grip on my hair and walked me backwards toward his bedroom. All the way to his bed, stopping when the back of my legs hit the mattress.
"I want you to lie down and put your arms over your head," he growled. He pressed me down onto my back and walked over to a set of drawers on one side of the bed. He slid one open and pulled out a length of purple rope. "Take your clothes off first."
I looked over to him. "And if I don't?"
This was a game, we just needed to establish the rules.
He wrapped the ends of the rope around his fingers and knelt on the side of the bed. "Then I'll cut them off you." The words were punctuated by hair falling over his eye. He pushed it back with the back of his hand, a bashful expression crossing his face. Rueful that the universe was reminding him that he was awkward, even when he was trying to be assertive.
My eyes on his, I undid the front of my skinny jeans and pushed them down my hips. I had to sit up to unlace my boots and toe them off. I kicked my jeans off onto the floor and grabbed the hem of my shirt.
Slowly, I pulled it up over my head and tossed it aside.
Just as slowly, I lay back and put my hands up over my head, lying in the middle of his bed in only my bra and panties.
His Adam's apple bobbed, front of his pants tenting as his erection grew.
"Good girl." He moved over closer, looping the smooth rope around my wrists and tying the other end to the headboard. Secure, but nothing I couldn't pull myself out of if I needed to.
He had to have known that. If I could flip him, then I could deal with him in this situation if I needed to. At the same time, it gave him a feeling of dominance; I saw that in his eyes.
"You like that? Being called a good girl." He sat beside me, his knees bent under him.
I hummed my agreement.
"Good, you can call me sir." He leaned down to my neck and traced a line from just under my ear to my throat, with his tongue.
I shivered. His touch was light, but sent a jolt right down to my core.
Slowly, he traced a line the opposite way, across to my other ear. He nibbled on the lobe before placing a hand beside my face and kissing my mouth. He tasted of taco, beer and something else I couldn't quite place. Something uniquely Cass. Whatever it was, I wanted more.
He traced the seam of my lips with his tongue, then moved down my cheek, my chin, my throat. He kissed his way down my chest and stomach
"I want to taste your pussy," he said.
"Yes, sir," I whispered. My panties were drenched by now. If I was any wetter, I'd start to trickle down my own thighs.
"Fuck," he whispered.
I sensed this was a fantasy he held for a long time. One that never happened for him. Not until now. It took someone to look past the awkward geek to see underneath. He was a manwith needs, wants and from the look of the front of his pants, a decent-sized cock.
