Gentleman Sinner(33)
I look up to him, and he nods a little, as if he knows and accepts what I’m thinking. And then he dips and collects something from the bedside and starts unravelling it in his hands, coming closer to the bed. He gently claims one of my hands, brings it up to the headboard, and starts weaving the silk material around my wrist, secure but not too tight, before connecting it to the post of the bed and tying it, pulling my arm taut above my head. I don’t even fight. Don’t protest or have a smidgen of worry. He needs a controlled environment and he’s going to achieve that by rendering me incapable of movement. You can’t get more controlled than that. He repeats on the other side, all the time gentle, all the time focused. I watch him in fascination, every move he makes, every flick of his eyes to mine to check that I’m okay, and every ripple of his chest as he bends. When he moves down to my legs, I have to lift my head from the pillow a little. He takes my ankles and pulls my legs apart, and I gasp, feeling need dripping between my thighs. His eyes are glued there, his breathing noticeably changing.
Oh, God. I throw my head back on the pillow, tugging at the straps holding my arms in place. ‘Theo,’ I whisper, feeling him pull my leg, the softness of silk weaving around my ankle. My legs, too? I’ll be totally helpless. He ignores my desperate plea and carries on, tying my other ankle to the opposite side. I’m spread—eagle on the bed, held in place and at his mercy. In my darkness, I manage to silently consider the fact that I don’t need to be strapped to a bed, helpless, to be at Theo’s mercy. Just being close to him sees to that just fine.
‘You look so beautiful,’ he rasps, tracing light circles around my ankle bone. I jerk on the bed, the straps pulling taut. His touch is like molten lava, the effect reaching my clit and burning. Theo gasps, and I snap my eyes open, finding him dragging his palm up my leg to my thigh. He stops just south of my entrance, staring at me. I pulse, drinking in air, my eyes wide and wanting. ‘This,’ he rumbles, edging closer and closer to my core. ‘This perfect wet pussy.’ He slips his finger through the moisture, and I yell, yanking at the straps. ‘It’s mine.’ A thick finger pushes forward and sinks into me. Muscles I never knew I had squeeze tightly, and my head thrashes from side to side, hungry and panicked. But I save my breath. I don’t beg, because I know it will get me nowhere. I need to calm down. I need to stop bucking on the bed. That will get me nowhere, too, but he’s teasing me, working me up. Pleasure and pain. The pain is the waiting part.
Theo’s finger, just one finger, fucks me beautifully, a big palm falling to my breast and squeezing gently. ‘Open your eyes, Izzy,’ he orders, releasing my boob and grabbing my jaw. My eyelids lift, immediately finding his face suspended over mine, lips parted. ‘I’m going to feast on your nipples, bite and lick, and you’re going to keep still.’
I shake my head, knowing he’s demanding the impossible.
‘Yes,’ he counters. ‘And if you’re a good girl, if you keep quiet and still, I’ll sink my cock into you and give you what you need.’
‘I can’t take this,’ I mumble, feeling emotional and fraught, tugging at my restraints again. I was fine when he started tying me up. Thought I could handle it. I didn’t anticipate my desperation spiralling to these torturous depths. It’s unfamiliar ground.
‘Yes, you can.’ Theo pulls his finger free and climbs on top of me, straddling my waist, but not resting all of his weight on me. I’d never take it. His hands placed on the insides of my arms serve as extra restraints, pinning me in place and forcing me into the mattress. He lifts a little, his thick arms braced as he looks down at me. The tip of his cock is skimming my stomach, the head leaking with his desire, smearing across my skin as he gently sways his tight hips.
He scans my face, deep in thought, humming as he does. His cheeks are shimmering with a light layer of sweat, his dark hair dampening at the roots. ‘It’s torture, isn’t it?’ he says, flexing his hips deeply until his cock falls to my opening. I whimper my answer, unable to keep silent. He smiles a little. ‘From the moment I touched you, I’ve felt tortured. But it’s the beautiful kind. Addictive. Mind-blowing. I need you to feel how I’ve felt since that night. How senseless with want I’ve felt, how frustrated that you kept resisting me.’ He grinds forward a very little bit, breaching my entrance with the tip of his arousal before withdrawing. I slam my lips together, my nostrils flaring. ‘I’m going to make you wait, Izzy.’
‘No,’ I yell, angered by his tactics.
His hand slaps over my mouth to silence me, his eyebrows arching in warning. ‘Yes,’ he confirms simply, leaning down and biting at my cheek. ‘Ready to go insane?’
‘Theo, please, I beg you.’
‘I don’t want you to beg me. I want you to feel my desperation. I want you to match it.’
He drifts down until his mouth is level with my chest, his cock still poised at my entrance. Regret washes through me – regret for denying him, for pushing him away, and regret for surrendering to him now. I’m out of my depth.
Heat spreads across my right breast, delicious and warm, the pleasure brief before his mouth latches on and sucks hard. With Theo on top of me, it’s impossible to move, but I try my very hardest, bucking and gritting my teeth. He swaps his lips for his teeth and bites down. Pain rips through me, but I suck back my scream, slamming my eyes closed and praying for mercy. The pressure of his bite is harsh, to the point my nerves go numb.