Page 95 of Only With You

The throb between my legs heightens and the pressure twines around my body, enveloping me in a mist of ecstasy. It happens too fast, and I don’t have time to process or stop myself from coming.

My jaw drops and I become dizzy. My head spins and my wound-up body expels the tension that’s been impending for months.

I come hard, my body trembles, and I squeeze my eyes shut as I ride out the orgasm.

I tense and the once-charged atmosphere freezes. Air gets caught in my lungs at the realization of what I just did. I just came and all he did was play with my nipples.

How fucking lame.

I cringe at how pathetic I must look and sound. Humiliation grips me by the throat, and it’s not the kind I felt just a few seconds ago. I didn’t even know that good or bad humiliation existed until now.

I’m too embarrassed. I can’t bring myself to look at him as my high wears off.

Landon doesn’t say a word. I’m not sure what could possibly be going through his mind, but I don’t have to guess. Maybe he realizesthiswas a mistake. ThatIwas a mistake.

But all my doubts extinguish when he speaks. “Do you have a scarf?”

My brows pinch together, confused. “For?”

“Do you have one or not?”

“Yes, it’s in my closet, but?—”

“Onlytake off the shorts,” he orders before stepping into my closet. I’m still standing by the wall, bewildered and lightheaded from coming. “Take them off,” he says as if he knew I still hadn’t.

I do, leaving my thong on as he steps out. He stares at me with admiration. His eyes rake over me, hungry and hooded. “You ever been tied up?”

I shake my head, unable to speak.

A glint of satisfaction flashes across his eyes and something else I can’t place.

“Do you want to try?” He raises the scarf.

Once again, the excitement returns and thrill fires through my veins. “Yes,” I reply in a breathless whisper.

His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he approaches and stands behind me. Taking my wrists in his hand, he winds them behind my back and ties me up.

My chest rises and falls rapidly and my heart careens. The anticipation wells in the pit of my stomach, and the flutters have gone overboard, moving rambunctiously.

I suck in a breath when he circles his arms around my front and tugs my back to his chest. His body heat, along with the scent of his cologne, envelops me, and his erection digs into my back.

I shudder under his hold and as I feel his warm breath fan the shell of my ear and fingers skims down my stomach.

“How fucking obedient.” Desire lurks deep in his words, and I feel them encase my body. “This is all it took for you to listen to me? To get you to shut up? Who would have thought that Julianna Sparks would be this easy?”

His supercilious words drip over me like thick honey. Each one punctuated and condescending.

I should be annoyed and embarrassed. Instead, it enhances my need to be touched.

I try to twist my wrist, but the scarf is securely fastened. “I swear I hate you.”

One arm is still around my front while the other descends past my belly button until his hand is at the waistband of my thong. “That’s not what you were saying before.” His fingers tease the band before they slip inside and brush over my soaked pussy. “What was it?‘Like that. Don’t stop’?”

I roll my eyes but let my head fall back on his chest. “Go…” I don’t mean to, but the moan easily tumbles past my lips. “To hell.”

“One day, but right now, I’m going to treat you however the fuck I want.” His gruff words hold promise.

It’s so sudden, but he removes himself away from me and pushes me to my bed, bending me over. My chest and face are pressed against my mattress while my ass is in the air.

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