Page 17 of Bound By Words

“Use your words, beautiful, and I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“Touch me,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “Make me come.”

Fuck. Now that I could do. If she were mine, I’d edge her until she couldn’t take it anymore, but I didn’t know her limits. This was probably the only opportunity I would get to worship her gorgeous body, so I would need to throw my typical restraint out the window and do to her what I’d fleetingly imagined the last few months.

She thought I was ignoring her, but I’d been trying to avoid her. Even through text messages, I knew I would quickly become attached, which was dangerous. I was still involved with Grace, and while she had multiple partners, I knew she didn’t like her subs being shared. If I started dating someone from across the country, she would have an opinion on that, and I wasn’t ready to let go of the release she provided me.

Kelly was writhing against me as I kissed my way back down her body, biting her taut nipples and getting the most beautiful moan in response. When I settled in between her legs, her cries increased in pitch, turning to choked gasps as I plunged two fingers inside and curled them, massaging until I could feel her pussy clench.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Look at me. Let me see your eyes,” I coaxed as she moaned again, her back arching up from the mattress as she tried to maintain eye contact. Slowing my fingers, I kept her on the edge again—teasing—waiting for the signal she’d had enough. “Not yet, just a little longer.”

“Oh God,” she moaned loudly as her eyes slipped closed and her hips undulated against my hand. I resumed sucking on her clit softly, rolling the tip of my tongue around the sensitive flesh, teasing her nerves as my fingers slowly eased in and out of her.

“Kelly, look at me,” I commanded, my voice low as I looked up toward her from between the V of her legs. She gasped as I felt her clench against my fingers again, and I knew she was right where I wanted her. “Right fucking now, sunshine. Come for me.”

Her eyes opened again—flaring with heat as I pressed relentlessly against her clit with my thumb. Watching the slight changes in her pupil, I watched as she plunged over the edge, pulsing against me. Milking my fingers in the most sensual way.

“Nathan, oh my God, don’t stop,” she sobbed as I continued to coax her further into her release. Her back arched as she moaned again, and I knew if I kept this up, she could probably have multiples.

“That’s it. Let me hear you. Tell me how good it feels.”

Leaning down, I latched onto her clit and grazed it with my teeth before sucking it into my mouth. After a few more nips and a little more suction, I could tell she was there again. Her desperate moans were like music to my ears as I sped up the movements of my hand, coaxing her body until her toes curled against the mattress, and she thrust her hips up, practically screaming my name.

“Oh, fuck, Nathan. Oh…”

Slowing my movements, I kissed my way up her stomach, pausing to caress her breasts as I kissed her neck softly. She was spectacular. “That was gorgeous. I love listening to you come. Makes me want to do it again. I think you want that too.”

“Mmmm,” she hummed with her eyes closed, drowsy against the pillows.

“Are you ready for more?” I whispered as I crawled up the mattress and laid down next to her, my fingertip tracing a line from her neck, across the peak of her breast and lower, softly touching her skin. Her hips jerked as I slipped my finger inside, softly fucking her oversensitive skin, watching as she shifted against the soft sheets every time my thumb grazed her clit.

NATHAN

Minneapolis

“How…” Kelly panted as she turned her head to look at me. “How are you still clothed?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at her. Now, I was convinced she’d never had a man take his time with her. “There’s no rush.”

“Well,” she sighed as she shifted to her side, toying with the top button of my shirt. “I’m curious about what you look like underneath all these clothes. You’ve known what I look like all day.”

“That I have. And what a visual it was to see you like that. Legs wide open, all that lace. Your gorgeous unblemished skin.” I grinned, leaning forward, and kissing her lightly as I released her hands from my tie. Pressing my thumbs into her palms, I rubbed lightly, slowly tracing my fingers down her wrists and forearms, massaging out the stiffness as I leaned back and pulled her into my chest. “Let’s give you a little break from that. How are you feeling?”

An adorable little sly grin pulled at her lips as she looked, shyly tucking her head beneath my chin. “Is it bad that I enjoyed that?”

“Why would that be bad?” I chuckled as I leaned back, tilting her chin to look into her eyes. “You were amazing. Have you…” I trailed off as she shook her head.

“No, I’ve never let someone tie me up.”

I’d suspected as much, but my chest still warmed at the knowledge I was the only one who’d ever seen her like that.

“Hmm… Thank you. For trusting me with that.” I tucked her head into my chest, slowly running my fingers across her shoulders. As she relaxed, drowsily twirling her fingertip softly against the fabric covering my chest, I pulled her bra straps loose, and tossed it to the floor behind her.

“Hah,” she laughed against my shoulder, “I’m pretty sure I should be the one thanking you.”

We’d only explored the tip of the iceberg, but she’d done well with a simple restraint. Would she be shocked or aroused at my playroom in Boston, where I had a cabinet full of rigging equipment and restraints? Not to mention a grid most people thought was for décor hanging from the ceiling, reinforced to hold the weight of a grown adult or maybe two.

Her palms pressed against my shirt, slowly traveling to my shoulders. She paused, seeming hesitant as her fingertips touched the skin above my collar. “You can touch me, sunshine.”

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