Page 98 of Take My Hand

“That’s how you want to play today?” I ask, gritting my teeth, trying to keep a lease on my desire and not give in to just bending her over the counter and fucking her right here.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she teases.

“Oh, Carter.” I chuckle darkly. “You’re going to pay for that.” She shivers beneath me at both the promise and the threat. “If you wanted me to fuck your ass, all you had to do was ask.”

Carter freezes, and I stay still, gauging her reaction. We haven’t gone there yet and I’m not sure if it’s something she’s going to be interested in.

But by the way her ass feels pressed up against me, suffocating me, I send a silent prayer that she’s as turned on by the idea as me.

Silence stretches between us, chests heaving, and I wait her out.

After what feels like an eternity, she melts into my hands and turns her head to the side to look at me over her shoulder.

“Then this is me asking,” she says, before sealing her lips to mine.

33

CARTER

Pulling on the restraints yields nothing. I’m completely tied up and at Hayden’s mercy, hungry eyes raking over my exposed and helpless body. And yet I’ve never felt safer.

The setting sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows along one side of the room, basking Hayden in golden sunlight as he stands before me.

He bound my hands together with a pair of cuffs before attaching them to his headboard, and secured each of my ankles with a rope to opposite sides of the bed.

“Everything feel okay?” he asks. “No tingling or anything in your hands or legs?”

I nod.

“Words, butterfly.”

“All good,” I whisper, heart rate rising at the low timber of his voice and the buzzing anticipation.

“Do you trust me?”

“You know I do.”

He kneels between my spread legs and runs his hands up and down in slow, methodical strokes. I wiggle my hips, his touch teasing and immediately his fingers dig into my thighs, pinning them down.

“You still haven’t learned to sit still, have you?” he asks me, head cocked to the side and the movement causes a strand of hair to fall over his forehead.

I pinch my lips together and allow my body to sink into the mattress below me. It’s so damn hard to stay still when it feels like I could combust with just one swipe of his finger over my core.

It’s never enough with him. This insatiable hunger I have with him is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. The chase of not only the high that he takes my body to, but also the relief he gives my mind.

In these moments with him, I can shut everything off around me. Work, bills, insecurities, all of it ceases to exist as I turn myself over to him.

“These…” Hayden trails off, eyes glazing over as he zeroes in on my breasts and the new silver jewelry glinting on each one. “Fuck, Carter, they’re so hot.”

He palms them gently, careful to not put too much pressure on the tender piercings.

Seeing his admiration of them, of me, stirs a storm of butterflies deep in my stomach.

It’s something that I’ve thought about doing for a long time, but would’ve never done if I was still with Daniel. Not after his reaction to my tattoo.

But now, after I’ve proved so much to myself over this summer, I wanted to do it just for me. That doesn’t mean I don’t love the way that Hayden seems to be just as obsessed with them as I am.

I arch my back as much as I can with my limited movements, pressing my chest further into his hands.

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