Royally Not Ready(84)
“But I’m feeling fine.”
“Yes, but your wrists are still red from the zip ties earlier, and I know if you were tied up in my bed, there’s no way I’d be able to fuck you without fucking you too hard. And I don’t want to hurt your head.”
She turns toward me and rests her hand on my stomach. “You don’t have to be so careful with me. I’m a big girl, I can handle a solid pounding, if that’s what you desire.”
It is what I desire, but I also don’t want to give her a headache or cause any pain.
I tilt her chin up and look her in the eyes. “You’re precious to me, therefore, I will be as careful as I fucking want. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she answers in an annoyed tone. Irritated, she rests her head on my shoulder, so I loop my arm around her and rest my hand on her thigh. Needing to feel her skin, I hike up her shirt and press my palm to her warm body.
“You’re not wearing underwear,” I say, feeling no fabric.
“You told me not to, so I didn’t put any on. See, Keller, I can listen.”
“I’m shocked,” I say as I drag my fingers over her hip.
“I’m a very good listener,” she says as her fingers move down my abs, one divot at a time, until her hand reaches the waistband of my briefs. It doesn’t take much. Just her touch has me hard, ready to go.
“Are you? Because it seems as though you’re about to slip your hand into my briefs without permission.”
Her fingers pause. “Err, was I? Oops.” She kisses my chest and quietly says, “I just want you, Keller.” Her lips press against my jaw. “I want you bad. I want you inside of me. I want you to spread my legs and make me come. Being this close to you makes me feel desperate for your touch. Do you know how wet I’ve been all day, just thinking about what you might do to me tonight?”
“Tell me,” I say.
She moves her fingers back to my chest. “Every time you touched me, innocently, it just reminded me of what was to come tonight. Every time you looked at me, our gazes catching in the middle of the room, I felt the need you have for me, and it only turned me on even more.”
“And what about now?” I ask.
She rolls to her back and spreads her legs. Then she reaches down, swipes at herself, and lifts her fingers to my mouth, where I pull them in between my lips, sucking hard, tasting her.
“Dying for your mouth,” she says. “Don’t you want to make me come?”
“I do, but I also like making you wait.”
“Keller,” she groans.
“If you’re turned on, then you may masturbate in front of me, but I’ll need you naked.”
“Are you going to touch me?”
“That will be for me to decide. Now, strip.”
She sits up from the bed and pulls off her shirt. I push the covers down so her naked body is uncovered, and I watch as she spreads her legs and moves her hand between them. Her teeth roll over her bottom lip as she moves her fingers over her clit.
“God, I wish this was you instead,” she sighs.
“Spread your legs more,” I command, and she listens, letting them fall wider. “That’s it. Now put your fingers on the outside of your labia and massage. I want you to tease yourself.”
She listens and massages her labia, never giving herself what she actually needs, just turning herself on even more.
“That’s right, Lilly.” Moving my hand to her inner thigh, I drag my fingernails along her soft skin.
“Yes,” she whispers.
My fingers dance over her stomach and down her other leg, never getting close enough to where she wants me.
“I need more, Keller.”
I pinch her thigh, causing her to yelp. “Is that what you call me?”
“My King,” she corrects herself. “I need more.”
“Then stop.”
“What?” she asks.
“Remove your hand, both of them, and place them behind your back.”
She does as she’s told and I let her lie like that. Nothing touching her, not giving her what she needs.
“You see, Lilly, when it comes to this bedroom, you don’t tell me what you need, because I already know.”
I reach over to my nightstand and pull out the vibrator I stole from her room. I switch it on and drag it over her breasts, letting the vibrations tingle through her top half. Then I roll it down her stomach and rest it on her pubic bone.
“You know, maybe I will tie you up tonight.”
“I would like nothing more . . . my King.”
My cock surges, and there’s no stopping me. I know I should let her rest but, fuck, she wants this just as much as I do, so I rise from the bed, go to my closet where I keep my ties, and I grab four and toss them on the bed.
Gently, making sure not to hurt her already worn wrists and ankles, I tie her to all four posts of the bed, stretching her out.
I move my fingers over her arm and ask, “Does that hurt you?”
She shakes her head. “No, it feels amazing.”
“Good.”
Staring down at her, I take in the curves of her body, how the shadows of the room cross over her stomach and along her neck, her smooth skin ready to be marked by my eager mouth. And then those eyes . . . still a beautiful escape straight into her soul, and they’ve never been brighter than in this moment.