Rake's Redemption (Wind Dragons MC #4)(54)

“Then let’s do it,” I tell him. “The past has no place here. It’s just me and you.” I eye the rope. “So you want to bind my hands?”

I feel myself getting damp at the thought of being under his control.

He nods, eyes dark and hungry, patiently waiting for me to make my decision, even though I already have.

I hold out my hands to him, silently letting him know that I’m completely sure about this.

He takes both my wrists in one hand, then lifts them above me and ties them to the headboard. When I’m secured, he peers down at me, the heat in his green eyes making my nipples pebble.

I’m curious as to why he likes doing this, but I’m almost sure it’s because of his need for control. He used to pin my arms down when he was making love to me, raising them above my head, or sometimes he would pin me down with his weight. He clearly gets turned on from being dominant.

“You say no and everything stops,” he says, kissing my mouth gently, his warm hands roaming down my body.

“I’m not going to say no,” I say breathily. “I love you being in control.”

He kisses across my jawline. “You smell so good. Like orange. You f*ckin’ tortured me tonight making me wait to be alone with you.”

“It was my first party,” I say on a moan, as he starts paying attention to my nipples.

“And it won’t be your last,” he says against my skin. “Everyone loves you.”

His stubble against my skin, the roughness, feels so damn good. I pull on the binds, wanting to touch him so badly, but knowing I can’t turns me on even more. I squeeze my thighs together, wanting—no, needing—any type of friction. It seems Rake is going to draw out my pleasure tonight, even though I’m so wet he could slide into me without even touching me.

“Stay still,” he growls playfully, biting down on my nipple.

I hiss at the pain but then groan as he soothes it with his tongue. He reaches down to expertly play with my clit as he continues to tease me with his mouth, then looks me straight in the eye and commands, “Don’t come until I tell you to.”

“But,” I gasp, knowing the second he touched me I would be on the verge. “Rake—”

“Bailey,” he growls, spreading my thighs and kissing down my stomach, over my stretch marks. I can’t even move my arms to cover them, distract him, or push him away.

“Rake—”

He moves down me, nibbling the inside of my thigh. “Stay still, Bailey, or I won’t give you what you need.”

I suck in air, making my body stay still, giving up control to him. There’s no point feeling shy, or even thinking at all. I can just feel, and trust Rake, because I know he will never do anything that I don’t like.

“Hmmmm, good girl,” he hums his approval when I let my body relax, giving in to him. “You smell so good, Bailey. I can’t wait to have my mouth on you. But first I want to make sure that you’re ready for me.”

I was ready.

So ready.

And he knew it.

I decide to keep quiet, biting my bottom lip as Rake continues to kiss the inside of my thighs, his stubble rough on me, one hand gripping underneath my knee, the other still on my lower stomach. After hat feels like hours but is probably only seconds, he finally lowers his face to my *, so close that I can feel his breath on me, but not touching.

“Babe,” I choke out. “Please.”

“Hmmmm, I like you calling me that,” he says, not lifting his head. “Maybe I’ll reward you.”

His tongue peeks out and swipes through my folds, tasting me. He makes a deep sound in the back of his throat before he grips my ass with his hands and buries his face in my *, exploring every inch of me.

I cry out.

He doesn’t stop, but instead licks my clit in short, quick strokes, which have me whispering his name like a prayer.

“Rake, I’m going to come,” I manage to say.

He stops.

I feel like crying.

“Not yet,” he says huskily, moving up to lick my extremely sensitive nipples.

“I need to come,” I whisper brokenly.

“Wait, Bailey,” he demands. “Don’t come until I tell you to.”

I nod, close my eyes, and try to think of anything except what he’s doing to me.

Apples.

Strawberries.

Oranges.

Fuck, I can’t.

“I need to come,” I plead, opening my eyes, on the verge, so damn close.

I don’t know what he hears in my tone, but he looks at my face, nods, then returns to pleasuring me with his mouth.

I come the second he licks my clit, my body shaking, pleasure filling me, overriding my system.

So damn good.

Rake keeps his mouth on me, prolonging my orgasm as much as he can, until it’s too much, too sensitive, and I beg him to stop.

I gulp air greedily, panting.

Probably the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.

Fuck.

I don’t think I’ll ever recover from that.

“Are you on the pill?”

I nod.

“I got tested when you first came back, and I’m clean.” He pauses. “I haven’t been with anyone since then.”

I lick my bottom lip. “Okay. I want to feel you.”