Page 86 of Forever Mr Black

He tilts his head to look at the cuff and frowns. “What the fuck is this?”

I fold my arms determinedly. “Handcuffs. I’m taking control for a change.”

“By cuffing me?”

“It’s the only way. Besides, you said you weren’t against me taking control.”

The frown remains etched on his brow as he tugs at the fluffy black handcuff, which, I’m relieved to see, stays in place.

“Where the hell did you get them from?”

“The club,” I reply sheepishly.

It takes him a few seconds to realise what I’m referring to. He lifts an eyebrow. “Savage? You mean, you stole them?”

I shrug guiltily. “There were loads in that cupboard. They won’t miss one little pair. Besides, yours are like something the cops would use.”

He’s not amused. “You know, you should always ask your partner for permission before using restraints on them.”

“What if your partner wouldn’t agree to it?”

“Then, you don’t do it.”

I smirk. “Even if you know your partner will enjoy what you’ve got planned?”

His eyes darken as his mind races at what’s about to come.

“All you need to do is trust me a bit more.”

His eyes roam over my body, his breathing deepening as he gets used to the idea. “I do trust you.”

“Then, we don’t have a problem, do we?”

I’m done with talking.

I close my palm around his erection and lightly run my thumb across the damp tip, silencing him.

His eyes shutter closed, and he draws in a deep breath, tightening in my palm. He’s as hard as stone already, and I haven’t even started.

The sight of him laid out on the bed, naked, turned on, and restrained makes me ache. I’ve got the power. I’m in control. I’m going to bring him to his knees, like he’s done so many times to me. And I’m going to enjoy it.

His eyes snap open as I remove my hand and get up, moving to stand at the end of the bed.

“I need to touch you.”

I reach around, unfasten my bra, and fling it over my shoulder. “That won’t be possible, I’m afraid,” I tease.

I smile sweetly as I shimmy out of my knickers and throw them on the floor. I ignore the groan that falls from his lips at the sight of my naked body.

I crawl up the bed and kneel between his thighs, taking him in my palm once more. I stroke my fingers up and down his smooth shaft, watching him carefully, feeling how his body reacts to me holding the power. Black eyes fix on my hand. His body remains frozen, apart from his chest as his breathing grows shallower. A drop of pre-cum slides down his cock, and I catch it with my fingertip, trailing it back up the shaft. A deep growl comes from somewhere inside him as I put my finger in my mouth and suck. But he’s close, and I’ve only just begun. I don’t want him tipping over the edge yet.

I remove my hand from his cock and watch his shoulders relax a touch, but his breathing remains heavy.

“You’re killing me.”

“But you like it?” I ask, just so we’re both clear.

His jaw clenches, as if it’s a struggle for him to admit it. “Fuck yes, Sophie.”

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