Chapter 51: Chapter 51
Joe paces the floor, and every step illustrates one thing—he’s in control. I, on the other hand, am not.
But I can’t let him know that. Not yet.
Instead I look at my lover’s broad back as he walks away from me, hating the distance it puts between us. What I want is his body against mine, hard, possessive and unrelenting.
The way he looks, so easy in himself, so strong, leaves me awestruck. It always does. His ripped T-shirt is stretched taut over his shoulder blades. The belt on his jeans emphasizes how low they are hanging on his narrow hips—low enough that one finger latched over the belt could ease those jeans down if I wanted to, and I was able. My body thrums with expectation at the very thought of it, but my hands are tied and strung up above
my head, leaving me unable to pursue the suggestion that is getting me so hot.
Joe glances back then looks me up and down. I feel more than naked, I feel raw under his scrutiny. My nipples sting as much from his stare as from the pegs that nip them. Eventually, he comments. “You wanted this.”
The accusation burns.
I squirm, shifting my weight from foot to foot, my fingers meshing to stop me from working against the rope wrapped around my wrists. The movement makes my clit pound, a maddening sensation, especially because my clit is currently contained by a peg that holds my pussy lips closed at their apex. Sweat breaks out on my skin. I’m close to coming as it is and Joe has barely touched me.
“Yes, I did…want this.” Even though it’s hard for me to endure it when he owns me this way—when I resent the need to surrender—we are at our most intense this way, closer than ever.
He lifts his brows. “So, why the hesitation…the uncertainty?”
He was pressing me to say more than I could right then. Besides, he knew why.
I glare at him, furious, challenging him back in turn. I want him to break my resistance but I can’t say it aloud, and Joe knows that.
His nonchalance is unbearably arousing. To the casual onlooker it might suggest callous disregard. It was anything but that. Joe knows me inside out, better than
I do, and he knows this easy-handed domination of his pushes me along until I’m right at the edge—desperate and ready to beg for him to use me.
“You’re a strong woman—” “I am.”
He smiles when I interrupt him. It’s a dark smile, echoing his power.
“But you’re…” He steps closer and glances up, looking pointedly at my tied wrists. “You’re a bit tied up and helpless right now, aren’t you?”
I hang my head, acknowledging defeat. My heart is pounding, expectation and longing making me crazy.
That’s when he moves in.
One finger under my chin makes me his. “What do you need?”
Arousal dampens my inner thighs, the pulse at my center pounding demandingly. Humiliation swamps me but there’s no going back, not now. “I need you to… handle me. To take control of me.”
“And then?”
My head drops again. “To fill me.”
My voice is scarcely above a murmur, but he hears me.
“You look particularly beautiful,” he comments, one hand moving to the peg on my pussy, “when you beg.” He releases the peg.
The pain only increases in the moment of sudden release, leaving me gasping for air. It’s dizzying, bound up with pleasure as that pain is.
I hear the sound of his zipper. It makes me wilder still, desperate for his hardness inside me. “Please, Joe.”
He unpegs one nipple then the other, casting the pegs aside.
“Oh, fuck.” Sensation burns in the peaked flesh as I try to adjust. I’m shaking from arousal and have to grip the rope overhead tighter still to stop myself from buckling.
Lifting me around the hips, he wraps my legs around his waist, encouraging me to lock myself there. I swing into position and my pussy splays against the bough of his erection. He rubs it there, bringing me to my first climax with his cock hard against my clit.
Then, he’s inside.
“Crazy girl,” he comments, thrusting deeply in and out, fucking me with determination. “Was it so hard to beg?”
I toss my hair back, high on the rush. “Yes, and you damn well know that!”
He grins then shifts and starts moving me back and forth on his cock, holding me easily with his hands under my buttocks, forcing me to give over all control to him. “There’s nothing quite like seeing my proud woman brought to her knees and begging for what only I can give her.”
How can I not love that? My legs lock tighter around his hips and I squeeze him hard with my inner muscles, elated when he groans in response.
“Careful now,” he warns, “or I’ll have to find another way to restrain you.”
I lean closer and kiss his mouth, hungrily, showing him I want that, I want it all. I moan when his cock swells inside me, inhaling sharply as I feel his orgasm build. His cock arches against the sensitive front wall of my sex. I clamp on him, milking him off, as I come.
He staggers slightly in the aftermath, but still holds me safe.
“One day we’ll reach the point of least resistance,” he comments, later, as he unties my wrists and carries me to the bed, “but I hope it’s not too soon, I do love it when you put up a struggle.”
As soon as he lowers me to the bed I swipe at him, slapping him on the arse, hard. “Cheeky bastard.”
Joe pounces, of course, but he doesn’t chastise me for my reaction. Instead he stares down at me with affection in his eyes then kisses me. Because he knows me so well, and I know he’s everything I want.