Page 138 of Sin

Kissing a fiery trail down my neck, his hands grabbed my ass and rocked me against him.

“I need to feel you,” he said, rubbing against me with slow, languid rolls of his hips. He sucked on my bottom lip, making me moan. “I need to feel you inside me.”

I squeezed my eyes closed, praying to the heavens not to let me come right then and there. Because London begging me to fuck him was just too damn sexy. But if this was what he needed tonight, I was more than happy to oblige.

“Yes, please,” I said, reaching for his pants, but he stopped me.

He swallowed. “Can you do something for me?”

“Anything.”

Standing from the chaise, London moved to one of my drawings. He met my eye as he pressed a nearly invisible button on the side of the frame.

The wall sank, revealing a second wall illuminated in warm light. Hooks housed dozens of bundles of ropes. They came in different lengths, various thicknesses, and a whole range of materials.

It had been a while since we’d played with ropes. I used to be able to get London hard just by binding him in different positions.

And now, when his gaze lifted to the colorful bundles of ropes on the wall, I understood what he wanted. “Oh.”

“You don’t have to.” He cleared his throat. “But I was actually thinking it might help you.”

“Tying you up might help me?” I asked, fighting and failing to hide my amusement.

He rolled his eyes. “Yes. I think giving you full control might help. So I was thinking we try some mild shibari, like we used to.”

“You’re such a kinky fucker,” I said in awe, standing from the chaise. “This was behind the wall this whole time?”

“I have lots of hidden alcoves in my house,” London said, coming up behind me to slip his arms around my waist. His breath tickled my ear. “Pick one for me?”

Fuck, he had me.

“Do you care which position?” I asked, studying the ropes. Some positions required more rope than others, and some took more time to do. So it was important to know what your partner wanted so you could pick the proper rope for the situation.

His nose skated over my neck, making me shiver. “Whatever you want.”

“You’ll tell me if it’s too much?” I asked, needing to make sure.

“Always.”

I nodded.

I ran my hands over the different colors of ropes. Some were longer, some different materials. I unhooked a thirty foot long, blue, cotton rope and met London’s gaze over my shoulder. He shivered, his eyes dark with hunger and need.

“Move to the bedroom and kneel facing the bed, please,” I said, watching as he moved to follow my command.

Then I stripped and mumbled four little words, too soft for him to hear.

With my Super suit now cloaking my body, I also snatched the safety scissors which had also been hanging next to all the ropes, and followed him up the stairs to the bedroom. The soft, warm glow of the wall lamps in his room added a sultry tension to the air, and while he sank to his knees before the foot of the bed, I pressed the button on the wall to open up the skylight.

London’s face tipped upward, gazing at the night sky now displayed above before letting his head drop down.

Slowly, quietly, I moved to stand behind him. He must have sensed me, even though I hadn’t made a sound, because he shivered, and goose flesh pebbled his skin. Lifting the rope, I let it trail over that same path, loving the way he sucked in a breath at the contact.

Inching closer, I let my suit brush against the bare skin of his back, and he arched in surprise at the cool feel of the nanosuit.

“Shh,” I whispered, pressing a hand against the base of his neck and encouraging him to look down. “I’ve got you.”

“I know you do,” he whispered, already sounding breathless.

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