Page 41 of Sins and Secrets

“Lay down and roll over on your back.” Lukas’s voice is deep and rich. Once I do as I’m told, he sucks the fingers that were inside me seconds ago. “God, you taste good.” His eyes flutter back as he savors every lick, but then they snap open, like he was caught doing something he shouldn’t. “Hold onto the bars.” I do as he says. “This isn’t because I don’t want you to touch me. It’s because you want to touch me. And you can, when I tell you.” I nod. Right, it’s not a rejection. “Keep your legs spread.”

I do as he says. This time he’s the one who crawls, his bare chest barely grazing my body. I arch my back, pressing my breasts against him.

“That’s not what I said to do,” he says with a chuckle, but he doesn’t correct me. Instead, his lips lock on mine. Our tongues dance together.

I run my fingers through his hair, hold him where I need him. He grabs my wrist and breaks our kiss. There’s a flash of annoyance, then it softens. “I’m sorry. You’re so touchable.” I sound contrite.

He releases my wrist and strokes my cheek. “Sweet Waverly, you aren’t trying to be a bad listener,” his voice is soft, dripping with understanding. “You want to be a good girl, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do.”

“You need a little help,” he states, with no malice or anger.

“I have a confession.” He rolls off me and I’m cold, naked and vulnerable. “That night at the beach house was a formative moment in my life. Pinning you to the wall, opened a new world to me.” He fusses with a drawer next to his bed and pulls out… oh. One cuff wraps around my right wrist, then he loops the chain through the bars on his headboard and holds my left wrist.

“How are you feeling? Communication, honesty, that’s how we’re doing it this time. What color are you?” he asks, and I blink, trying to process the question. “Green, yellow, or red.”

“Green, I think?”

He clasps the strap around my wrist and clips them both together. “I’m going to give you a few seconds to adjust. Then I’m going to do your ankles,” he reassures me. “If, at any point, you get even the tiniest inkling that you don’t feel safe, I need you to tell me. Say you understand.”

“I understand.”

He presses his lips to my forehead and leaves the bed. I pull on the cuffs, they squeeze me but don’t hurt. I can move a little bit.

The strap around my ankle holds my entire right side in place. Panic swells inside of me. “Waverly, are you okay?”

“Um.”

“This is your first time, I will explain everything, but next time I might not be forthcoming.”

Next time? Those words both intensify the anxiety and alleviate it simultaneously.

“For now, I’m only going to bind your wrists and one leg. I will kiss every inch of you, and when you’re panting and begging, I will eat your pussy until you come on my face.”

Whoa. If there were magic words to turn me on, that would do it. “Green! I am very green. Green light means go!” I’m not sure if I only thought that really loud in my head, or spoke the words.

He flashes me an amused smirk.

Oh, so clearly he did hear me. But that doesn’t stop him from swirling his tongue over the soft skin of my stomach followed by a cool breath over every spot he kisses. A shiver takes me by surprise, but I can’t escape his lips. He presses his hips against my core as he inches up my body. Kneading my breast with one hand as his lips latch on to my nipple, he sucks and pulls on my sensitive skin. Each roll of his tongue sends me to places I’ve never been. Then he nibbles my neck and I squirm. “Ticklish. Sorry,” he says and kisses me deep for forgiveness.

I’m open to him, vulnerable. He could do anything to me and I would let him. He leaves my lips and inches back down my body. My core pulses as he vanishes from my line of sight, and then his lips clamp onto my clit.

My back arches as pleasure consumes me. “Oh my God, yes,” I moan. He continues his unrelenting attention on my clit. It’s too much. “Please, I’m close.” He nods, giving me permission, and I scream as the wave of pleasure smacks against me.

He lifts his head, his mouth glistening with a smug smile. “Can you handle the other leg?”

I nod, and the instant the cuff is locked, I am spread open for him, fully exposed. He rubs his chin. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Next time you come, say my name.”

“Yes.” I nod, grateful he has a short name, otherwise I might be in trouble.

He vanishes between my legs again, this time he slips one finger in.

“I’ve barely started and you’re already soaking my sheets, love.” His finger pumps and he mumbles, “Perfect,” before his mouth returns to my clit. He slows whenever my breathing gets too fast, and when he slips in the second finger, it’s too much.

“Lukas!” I cry out, almost sobbing as a million pin pricks explode across my body.

“Good girl. More.” He speaks with darkness now. I don’t know if I can give him more. What if I can’t?

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