Bound by Bliss (Bound and Determined #2)(110)

His words caught her, pulling her into the fantasy of the moment. He continued, “I’ve tied them with such care, made sure the blood will flow to them, that the nipples will swell and beg for my touch, that your flesh will be sensitive, that even the brush of the softest feather will send trails of lightning down between your legs. Do you know your upper thighs already glisten with moisture, shine fighting the pearls for radiance? I don’t know where to look, you are all so beautiful—and so mine. My captive and my captor all at once. All I can do is look at you in your entirety—and I do see all of you, Bliss, never doubt that.”

He took a step back, but his whole focus remained on her. Even when his hands went to the tie of his robe, letting it fall open, his eyes held hers, saw only her. His fingers fastened around his cock, wrapped about it, moved up and down in a slick, sure gesture—and still it was her that filled his gaze, filled his mind.

Her mouth watered, and her gaze dropped to his cock, to the wide thick shaft and throbbing vein that ran along the underside. Parting her lips, she let her tongue moisten them.



“We do think alike,” he said. “Do you know how long I have fantasized about placing you on your knees, your mouth ready? How long I imagined you in my bonds, mine to do with as I will?”

Her eyes dropped as desire took her. All she could do was shiver at the tone of his voice, words deserting her, her body tensing beneath the bonds, waiting.





Chapter Thirty


She was so beautiful. He could be gazing at her continually, hardly blinking, and between one moment and the next her radiance increased. There was no explanation for it. In his brain he knew she looked the same, but his eyes, and certainly his heart, would not believe it.

He let his gaze roam over her, the blond curls cascading down her back, the eyes that had stared into him a moment ago and now swept down, the long lashes dark against rose-touched cheeks, the narrow shoulders, the full breasts begging for his touch, the uptilted nipples red and peaked, the narrow waist, the rounded hips, the long legs topped with golden curls—and the pearls, the bonds. He could not miss those. She was his every fantasy; now in this moment she personified every dream he had ever had, every desire that had ever taken him. And she was his.

It was almost more than a man could bear. He reached out a simple finger and pressed the diamond star against her breastbone, watching as the pearls strained at even that tiny gesture, pulling tight against her skin. He would have to watch them with care. He’d never bound a woman in such a fashion before and he was not sure how long it would be before the pearls began to dig into her skin. The last thing he would ever want was to injure Bliss.

He let his finger trace up her breast, observing how the skin was beginning to pinken. That was something else to watch. He’d always liked how binding could increase sensitivity and cause some swelling, but he’d never had any desire for red balloons. He was a subtle man and his tastes in such matters were subtle also—a little was good, even glorious. Too much and…No, he did not want to go there.



He stepped back, his finger falling from her skin.

So beautiful.

His cock jerked against his belly, eager to begin.

He let his hand drop to stroke it again, imagining her lips about it, her tongue…

And why imagine any longer? He’d seen the hunger in her eyes, knew her fantasies ran in line with his. “Do you need assistance to kneel?”

Her eyes jumped up to his. She understood him perfectly. Her chest rose and fell more rapidly, her breasts pressing tight against the ropes of pearls.

She took her own step back, bent slightly at the knee, quivered. He could see the thoughts run through her head, the desire for independence versus the knowledge that toppling over and landing on her ass was not the most graceful of choices.

“Would you please help me down,” she requested, her voice hardly more than a whisper.

He placed a hand on each of her shoulders and held her steady as she carefully lowered herself to her knees. When she was down he let his hands drop and just gazed at her again. His cock twitched again. Except for the pearls, he’d fallen asleep many a night with this image in his mind. And the reality was better. And she was his.

He felt the first drop of cum seep to the head of his prick.

He was likely to explode if he delayed much longer.

“Open,” he said.



Her lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet them. Every fantasy, indeed.

His hand fell back to his cock, stroking it lightly, and then harder, rubbing the drop of moisture into the skin.

Her eyes were focused on his movement, her chest lifting and falling with speed, her tongue slicking back and forth against her lips. Her eyes shot up to his and he could see her desire, dizzying desire.

His hand moved faster, harder, and her eyes dropped again.

He closed his own eyes, but the images his mind formed could not compete with the reality of Bliss on her knees before him, her eyes begging for him, her lips parted and ready.

He took the half step forward, slowed his hand, and moved until the tip of his cock just brushed her lips. Her eyes locked with his and he could see her questions. Slowly, with great care, her tongue swept out and ran along the underside.

His whole body jerked in response.

He nodded. Her tongue swept again, and this time he forced himself still.

His eyes remained locked upon her, the image as glorious as the sensation.