Page 48 of Back On Ice

My mouth goes dry, and all I think about is him binding my wrists together while I’m completely naked, utterly at his mercy.

“Uh huh,” I choke out, licking my lips.

“Okay, call me tomorrow with all the dirty details!” She hangs up the phone, and I pull myself together enough to head to Carter’s.

I feel almost ridiculous as I let myself into Carter’s hotel room, a bag full of silk scarves on my arm.

“There you are.” He wraps me in arms, kissing me breathless before the door shuts fully behind me. “Let me see what you brought. My cock’s been hard since I texted you earlier.” His eyes are like fire, burning straight through me.

Biting my lip, I step back and hand him the bag. “Will they…” I swallow as his face lights up looking through my bag. “Will they work?”

“Oh, they’ll work just fine, Angel.” His eyes darken as he looks from the bag to me. “I’ve been imagining you naked on my bed, wearing nothing but these wrapped around your pretty little wrists.”

My thighs clench at his words. I’ve never been tied up before. Doing that with Carter sends a thrill through me.

Before I know it, I’m naked on the bed, one hand tied to each of the two top bed posts, and a scarf wrapped around my eyes like a blindfold.

“You look good enough to eat,” he murmurs as the bed shifts, his weight coming next to me. “I might just have to have you for dinner.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” Carter has a dominant streak, and I know my words will taunt him, but I can’t help it. The thought of having him lose control is too irresistible to ignore.

He releases a throaty chuckle near my ear before he takes my earlobe between his teeth. “Oh, Angel, I keep every promise I make.”

His words have a shiver of anticipation running through me, and I let out a breathy moan. “Please, Carter.”

His lips move down to my peaked nipples, kissing and laving attention on both of them, making me a panting mess. Without my sight, every sensation is heightened tenfold. That I’m at his mercy, his to use as he sees fit, lights fire in my veins.

“One day I’m going to fuck these perfect tits,” he growls, gently dragging his teeth over my nipple. I cry out, the sensation of them scraping my skin sending me into overdrive.

His hand finds its way to my already soaking folds, running through them with deft fingers. They circle around my clit with precision, never quite touching where I need them most.

“Shit, Carter!” My voice rings out in the room, and he groans into my skin as he moves his mouth back up to my neck.

His touch finally lands on my clit, and the few small circles he rubs is all it takes before I’m screaming my release.

“That’s it, Angel,” he says into my neck. “I know you have more in you, and I want every single one. They’re mine.” His voice is sultry and possessive, sending a thrill through me. When I only moan in response, the bed shifts, then his weight settles over me as he puts his mouth right next to my ear.

“Say it. Tell me that every delicious orgasm that tears through this fucking perfect body belongs to me.”

“They’re yours,” I pant, my heart hammering in my chest. “All of them.”

“Good girl,” he rumbles, dragging my earlobe through his teeth again and causing me to cry out. His weight moves back towards the bottom of the bed as he devours my pussy with the fervor of a starved man. My wrists pull at the silken scarfs binding them, and a sense of peace comes over me at the fact that I can’t move, even if I wanted to.

I should feel trapped.

Instead, all I feel is… safety. Carter has me, and he’s going to take care of everything.

My orgasm shatters me into a thousand pieces as he pulls my clit into his mouth and sucks.

Hard.

Before I’ve finished coming down from my high, he’s untying the scarves from the bedpost, pulling me off the bed and to my knees. When I lick my lips in anticipation, still blindfolded, he chuckles lowly. “You want my cock, Angel?”

“Yes,” I whisper, leaning forward.

He tsks at me, gripping the hair at the back of my neck. “Not so fast, you’ll take what I give you like a good girl, won’t you?”

Doing my best to nod, I let out a moan when he guides his tip to my mouth. Salty precum meets my tongue, and I swallow him down eagerly. “Tap my thigh if it’s too much,” he says, before drawing out and thrusting in, holding my head in place. He’s not rough, withdrawing as soon as his head tickles the back of my throat.

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