Page 96 of Ask Me Something

“If I say yes, then you agree to anything I want to do for the remainder of the week.”

I shivered, thinking about what that could entail, but I wanted him too badly not to take the deal. “Would you let me tie you up?”

He hesitated. “It’s probably better that you do. Otherwise I can’t promise I wouldn’t try to take over.”

Smiling, I crossed to the closet and came back with my silk robe tie.

He took my wrists. “Do we have an agreement on the rest of the week?”

Swallowing hard at the implication, I nodded. I’d take it. “Yes.”

His wicked grin made me wonder if I’d made a deal with the devil himself.

“Tie them tight, baby, because once you release me, I won’t be responsible for my actions,” he vowed, watching me thread the silk ties around his hands.

I made short work of tying his wrists together and then maneuvered him on his back in the middle of the bed. I shed him of his boxers and took a moment to appreciate how very sexy he was. Normally he was so busy giving me pleasure that I didn’t have a chance simply to study him.

His eyes were fixated on me. “Christ, I love the way you look at me.”

I smiled a slow smile. “And how am I looking at you?”

“Like you want to eat me alive. Like what you see, do you?”

Taking off the rest of my clothing, I moved up the length of his body. His chest was strong and tan, and at the moment, I had all access.

“Talk to me. Tell me if you’re turned on.” His voice was hoarse.

Straddling his thigh, I rubbed my wet sex up the length of it watching him hiss out a breath. “Oh, I’m turned on, all right. I love your chest.” Caressing it, I bent down to capture his nipple between my teeth, enjoying the air he held in response. “I think it’s my second favorite thing about you.”

“And what’s the first thing you like?”

“Oh, that would be your smile, especially when it’s only for me. It makes me feel things.”

“Like what?”

I flicked my tongue down his abs and enjoyed the way he was practically panting for air. “It can mean a lot of things, but it makes me want you. Every. Damn. Time.” I punctuated the words with a flutter of my tongue on the tip of him.

“You’re enjoying this torture, aren’t you?” He attempted to lean up to watch me.

I took pity and propped his head up with a pillow. “Mm, is this what you’d call pleasurable torture?”

He chuckled. “It’s pleasurable, but no. That will have to wait for another time unless you want to give up control right now.”

“Not a chance.” I smiled, licking his impressive length from root to tip and causing him to test the knots in the ties.

He gave me a pained smile. “I’m dying here. I want to touch you so badly that I’m ready to start in on the ties with my teeth.”

Sweat was beading on his forehead, and I knew I was on borrowed time. Swallowing him whole, I enjoyed the fact that he practically convulsed from the pleasure. I worked him with my tongue and moved lower. My eyes met his, and I saw such naked desire that I shuddered with ecstasy. I could feel him getting close. His thighs trembled, and his cock swelled. When he exploded in my mouth, I swallowed down the thick, hot evidence of his orgasm with enthusiasm knowing how much it turned him on to watch me do so.

“Untie me,” he begged.

I shook my head. “You said all night, and I’m not done.” I was enjoying this way too much to stop now.

He groaned when I pressed my wet center into him, pressing our heat together. I could feel him start to harden again already.

“Sasha, honey, I need to touch you.”

I smiled sweetly. “Not yet.”

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