Tied With Me (With Me In Seattle)(48)

Only him and me.

From behind me, he lays kisses across my shoulders and down my spine to my ass, where he presses kisses above each cheek, making me shiver in pleasure.

God, I want him.

I want him to make me come right here, in this room, in front of all of these people.

I want him.

The ropes loop around my breasts and over my shoulders but not around my neck.

“How do you feel?” he whispers in my ear, pressing his body along my length.

“Turned on,” I answer honestly.

“Good.”

He circles me twice, checking over his work, and when he’s satisfied that it’s not too tight and the pattern is to his liking, he approaches me and again presses his body to mine, his naked torso against my own.

“I’m going to tie your hands now,” he whispers against my lips. “If you start to lose balance, just say ‘stop,’ and I’ll readjust. You won’t fall.”

I smile softly and press a kiss to his lips. “I won’t fall.”

“God, I love this with you,” he whispers as he traces the ropes with his fingertips. “You’re so f*cking beautiful.”

He raises my hands up over my head, and the loops I’m holding on to tighten, as though they’re on a pulley. My hands are pulled over my head, but my feet are still comfortably flat on the ground, so I’m not suspended, I’m simply stretched long. When my wrists are touching, he takes one of the loops away and has me clasp my hands together, fingers laced, holding on to just one loop, and begins to thread the ropes around my arms and hands and wrists, making his knots, watching my face. My eyes are trained on his face, enjoying the way his breath has quickened, the slight sheen of sweat on his upper lip, the way he bites his lower lip when he’s working a particularly difficult knot.

It’s like I’m floating, watching him, enjoying his enjoyment of the moment. My body is humming in anticipation, but my spirit is calm. My heartbeat is thrumming, my blood thick in my veins, and my * is as wet as it’s ever been, but my mind is content, and my heart is in love with this man before me.

I love him.

When the last knot is cinched, his hands slowly glide down my arms, my sides, up my belly to my breasts. He takes a step back and then kneels in front of me and presses a kiss to my navel piercing, which he’s showcased in a circular series of beautiful red knots.

He grins and kisses it again, then presses a string of kisses down my abdomen, over my bare pubis, and slips his tongue over my clit.

I suck in a deep breath and watch helplessly as he does it again, his eyes on fire with lust and pride.

“Bend your knees,” he commands and lifts me effortlessly, his hands planted on the globes of my bottom, pulling my core toward his face. My hands grip the loop, and I hold on as he tilts my pelvis up, rests my calves on his head and buries his face in my core, sending me straight into a high I’ve never experienced before.

I cry out as he laps and sucks on my * lips, presses his nose on my clit and buries his tongue deep inside me, sending me into the most amazing orgasm of my life.

Holy f*cking hell!

I’m gasping and writhing as he sets my feet back on the floor and pulls himself up to stand before me. He grips the back of my hair and tilts my head back to devour my mouth with his. I can taste myself on him, and it only turns me on more.

“Do you know how amazing you are?” he asks, urgency lacing his voice. “Do you have any idea?”

I can’t answer him. I’m a panting, quivering, sweaty mess.

With a whispered oath, he digs in his duffel and pulls out scissors and begins to cut the ropes, my hands first.

“You don’t want to untie me?” I ask breathlessly.

“No time,” he replies. His face is hard and dark and looks almost…angry.

“What’s wrong?” I ask. “What did I do?”

He looks down in shock and visibly takes a long, deep breath, then wraps one arm around my waist and presses himself to me.

“Nothing, baby. You’re amazing. I don’t have time to untie you because if I don’t get you out of here and home in the next ten minutes, I won’t be responsible for my actions. I need to be inside you, I need to love you, and an hour in a private room isn’t going to do it for me. I need to get you home so I can spend the night showing you what you mean to me.”

I’m stunned. My mouth has dropped open, and I can only watch as he cuts through the ropes, tossing them aside impatiently. When I’m free, he accepts a blanket from the same dungeon master from earlier and wraps me in it, lifts me into his arms and carries me out of the room and down the stairs. I’m surprised to find that the majority of the people in the house have come upstairs to watch Matt work, but I’m filled with pride, too.