Page 65 of The Hat Trick

“You are right about me liking control,” his voice is deeper, and he’s moving closer to me. “I also like things a certain way, but you’re wrong about me not seeing anything around me as perfect.”

His arm on the back of the couch slides closer to me while his body crowds me, gazes locked together as he slowly moves closer to me.

“You’re pretty perfect, especially when you’re coming.”

I bite back a small whimper as he moves so close, I’m forced to lean back slightly as he starts to trap me under his body.

“But it’s not only that I like control, Ineedit. I crave it. Knowing I’m the one controlling your pleasure, your body, your experience, I fuckingneedthat. And you haven’t even seen what it can be like with me. The things I want to do to you.”

He drops his hips into mine, and I can’t help the gasp I let out. He lowers his face toward my neck, running his lips up the side of my throat as he continues, “Do you want me to show you, beautiful? Do you want to see what it’s really like when it’s just you and me? Maybe you’ll start to crave what I can give you as desperately as I am to give it to you.”

“Yes,”I moan when his teeth sink into the spot where my neck meets my shoulder before he sucks in that same spot, and I know I’m going to have a mark, but I couldn’t care less right now. I want what he’s promising me. I already crave him, but I don’t doubt this will be different with just the two of us. He’s going to own my body, and I have never needed something more than I do at this moment.

I arch my body up into his, but he’s off me in a second and I want to protest. Before I can he’s pulling me up with him against his chest.

“Where’s your room? The things I want to do to you aren’t going to happen on a couch.”

“Upstairs,” I squeak.

He leads me up with his hand in mine, I struggle to keep up with his large strides and the fact that he takes the stairs two at a time. I direct him to my room and as soon as he is inside the door he turns to look at me, the look in his eyes is… Intense. Lustful. Hungry.

“Sit on the bed,” he commands in that tone that makes my knees wobble.

I do what he says, sitting at the foot of my bed, watching as his eyes trail over me.

“The things I want to do to you, Chandler.” He shakes his head in reverence. “Do you have any idea how crazy you make me?”

“Show me,” I say boldly.

“Tell me something first,” he leans against the wall like this is a casual conversation, and not like he’s setting my body on fire with the way he’s looking at me. “When you touch yourself, do you use any toys to help?”

My jaw drops, not expecting that to be what he was going to ask me about. My thighs rub together to help relieve some of the ache. “Um, well, yeah sometimes I do.”

“Where are they?”

“Nightstand.”

He doesn’t say anything as he goes over and opens the drawer next to my bed. I watch over my shoulder, my cheeks flaming with what I know he’s going to find in there. He tosses a bullet vibrator that is usually my go to toy for a quick release onto the bed by me. Then, he tosses out the small bottle of lube I have in there and my face gets even hotter.

Next, he doesn’t even ask before striding to my closet, and searching until he comes out with a belt. My breath hitches watching as he manipulates the leather band in his hand, gaze locked on me before he tosses that onto the bed as well.

He reaches for the hem of my loose shirt, lifting it up. I raise my arms up as he strips me. Next, he grips the waistband of my shorts, I lift my hips to help him slide them down. He leaves my bra and panties on and grabs the belt from my bed once again.

“Remember your safe word?” he asks.

“Yellow to slow down. Red to stop.”

“And?” He loops the belt through the buckle, and I realize what he’s planning to do with it.

“Green for go,” I say with a smile, putting my wrists together in front of me.

“And this is why you’re perfect.” He puts the belt loop around my wrists and tightens it. Not tight enough to pinch or hurt, but enough to know I’m not going to be able to slide my wrists out. “Lay back.”

I do as he says, and he pushes me up higher onto the bed by my hips before lifting my arms above my head to the headboard. His body leans over mine as he ties the loose end of the belt around my headboard, securing me in place. His eyes drop down to my face, seeming to search for any hesitation and when he doesn’t see any, I see the smirk appear.

He leans back, kneeling between my spread legs, looking over my whole body like I’m a meal he’s about to devour. He reaches back, taking his shirt off in one swift motion and I watch the way his muscles flex and tighten with the movement, revealing his toned chest. He’s leaner than Matt and Vince, but still just as strong.

I pull at the restraints, wanting to reach out and touch him. I whimper when I can’t get free, shifting my legs to rub them together. Brent reaches out, gripping my thighs, and pulling them apart, pushing them against the bed. He leans in between my spread legs, his face looming over mine.

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