Page 46 of Stealing Home

I reach behind my back and unhook my bra. My full breasts drop as they’re released.Here I am living up to his fantasy of being with an older woman, I think sarcastically. My underwear follow, and I hope my stomach doesn’t roll too much as I work the material down my thighs.

“Look at me,” he demands.

As if I’ve been trained to follow his commands, my eyes snap immediately to him.

“You’re beautiful, Low. I’m not going to stop telling you until you believe it. Then I’m just going to keep telling you because it’s true.”

Scott grabs my robe from the hook on the wall, and yanks out the belt. Slowly, he stalks toward me, pulling the knotty material through his hands over and over. “Now, I believe I promised you I’d show you exactly how nice I can be. Get on the bed, Low.”

Adrenaline floods my system, but this time not out of fear. Still, my breathing turns shallow and my heart is threatening to beat through my chest. Something inside of me, a primal yearning, is thrilled he’s taking the control away. There’s a sense of freedom and safety I haven’t felt in ages. All I have to do is follow his commands, and he’ll take care of me. I don’t know where this urge to submit is coming from, but it feels too good to fight, and I stretch out on the bed as he commanded.

My focus is on the belt slipping through his fingers over and over as he strolls toward me. “Arms above your head.”

He loops the cloth belt around my hands, wrapping them until I can’t pull them apart. The heat of his body teases my skin as he leans over me to tie the rest of the fabric between the slats in the headboard.

Stepping back from the bed, his eyes travel my body at his leisure. Not once do I see a sign of disgust. Quite the opposite, he looks at me like he’s starved.

“Now you can’t hide yourself from me.”

Slowly, he draws his hand down my body as he moves toward the end of the bed. Everywhere he touches my skin tingles and aches with the need to feel more of him. I want his weight on top of me and the heat of his flesh burning into mine. When he gets to the end of the bed he strokes his fingers across my feet and grabs both my ankles.

His tongue swipes against his lower lip, and he waits. This is my chance to stop him, but I’m done fighting this. I want him too badly. I nod instead, letting him know I’m still with him. I expect more sensual stroking, but this is not the Scott Ryan everyone else sees. He’s not theniceguy I labeled him earlier. This version is possessive, commanding, and only mine.

He yanks me down the bed, stretching the bonds on my wrists tight making it harder for me to move my arms. Then he pulls my legs apart, exposing my pussy to him. I’m completely at his mercy and more vulnerable than I’ve ever been.

“You aren’t beautiful,” he says and my heart freezes. I was afraid of this reaction, and I struggle to free myself against these bonds. The urge to hide again overwhelms me. That is until he continues speaking.

“You’re exquisite. Beautiful is far too common of a word for you. Every inch of you takes my breath away, and the more I get to know you, the more I want to know. I’m becoming addicted to you.”

I exhale a shaky breath, and my eyes sting with tears. The relief is so strong I almost can’t fight them back this time.

He crawls up my body. I want to protest his words. Accepting them is hard for me. The bad stuff is easier to believe. I open my mouth to argue with him, but he takes possession of it with his kiss. His tongue plunges inside my mouth, licking and tasting. The weight I craved pushes me into the mattress, and I can only take what he gives me.

When he pulls back I see a mischievous glint in his eyes. He trails kisses down the side of my throat. He spends time focusing on the sensitive spot under my ear. The warmth of his breath tickles. His teeth scrape my flesh, followed by the soothing touch of his tongue. My body starts to tremble like he said it would.

“You have beautiful tits,” he says while his hands knead and massage my breasts. He lifts the weight of one and sucks the nipple hard into his mouth.

“Ah,” I gasp as arousal like I’ve never felt zings through my body. I feel like I’m flooded with electricity, and I wouldn’t be surprised if the sparks I feel between us weren’t actual electrical currents.

He pulls the tightened bud through his teeth. I’m confused by the feeling that is just on the border of pain, but only because it feels too good. I never knew pleasure could be so intense. With his free hand he pinches and rolls the other one. The moment I think I’m getting used to the feeling, he switches breasts, and my pussy starts to throb hard.

His finger draws circles around my tightened bud, and I shiver with anticipation. “What do you think? Should I make you come like this first? Either way you’re going to come so much tonight you’ll beg me to stop, but I won’t. I’m going to pleasure you until you pass out, because I’mnice.”

“Please,” I’m begging already. For what I’m not sure. To make me come? To stop? “I want you,” I settle on. And I know it’s true. I want all of him.

He shakes his head. “No way. You’ll just pull away again and make it all about me. I’m not going to stop until you understand that making you feel good is what I want.”

His attention returns to my breasts. It’s the sweetest torture. I’ve never come from nipple play before, but then again, Nando never spent much time focusing on me. My muscles tighten and my back arches. My breathing is choppy as glorious pulses of heat fill my body and melt away the tension. But it also makes me hyper aware of how empty I am as my pussy spasms around nothing, increasing my frustration instead of lessening it.

“You’re beautiful and mine. No more pushing me away Harlow.”

“I shouldn’t have called you nice,” I pout. “You’re being really mean right now.”

He chuckles, and I feel the vibration against my skin. “I’ll have to fix that.”

Trailing kisses down my stomach, he continues until he settles his large body between my legs. I want to hide from him like he predicted, but I’m trapped. He blows cool air on my clit and I shiver. His tongue draws circles around my clit. He flicks it over and over. My mind goes blank, and all I am are the feelings he gives me. Without conscious thought, I’m attempting to ride his face. Taking pity on me, he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks hard.

I think I scream, but I’m too high on endorphins to realize it. He slips one finger inside of me, then two. He strokes them leisurely until I start trying to move against his hand.

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