Page 57 of Glitz & Goals

“How do you feel about shibari?”

She goes still.

I pull my hand back and turn her to face me. “Hey. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, okay? That’s why I’m asking.”

“Can you, uh.” There’s a little wrinkle between her eyebrows. “Can you tell me the plan?”

“You know the plan.” I kiss her temple. “Make you come until you beg for mercy. I thought, if I tied you up, you could just… not worry about any of it. Focus on the sensations. It seemed like something you’d be into, but if you’re not, it’s fine. I’m not going to push.”

She licks her lips, the flick of her tongue making my pulse kick. “You’ve done this before?”

“No,” I admit, my voice steady, even though my heart is in my throat. “I’ve never found anyone I wanted to do it with before—until you. But I’ve been practicing.” My hands settle on her hips, grounding me as I pull back just enough to meet her gaze. “There are a surprising number of tutorials online. They’re detailed. Sexy, too.” I try for a small smile, keeping the moment light, though my chest feels tight with everything I’m not saying.

I really, really want to have this woman at my mercy. To turn the tables on her.

Viv stares up at me, her expression unreadable. “Okay.”

That single word sits between us like a weight, and I fight the urge to second-guess everything. Maybe this was too much, too soon. Maybe I misread what she wants tonight. But I won’t push her—not her. She deserves more than my ego bruising at herhesitation. I shake my head lightly, letting my hands slide up to cradle her waist. “Hey, it’s fine. No pressure. We don’t have to do this tonight.” My voice is soft but sure, and I mean it. If she’s not all in, I’d rather wait until she is. This isn’t about me—it’s about her trusting me enough to let go.

“No.” She grabs the front of my shirt. “No, you’re right. I am into the idea, but I’ve never done it before. Being in a situation where someone else is in control sounds… fuck, it sounds so hot, but I’ve never trusted anyone enough to go through with it.” Her fist eases open and she presses her palm against my chest. “But I trust you.”

“I feel like you’re always the one with the upper hand,” I murmur, my thumbs brushing slow circles against her waist. “Always in control, always ten steps ahead. And I love that about you—how strong you are, how sure. But tonight…” I pause, my voice dipping lower, thick with the weight of everything I’m holding back. “Tonight, I want you to let me take the lead. To trust me enough to let go. Let me show you what it feels like when I’m the one in control.”

“I get it.” Viv nods. “I want this. But if I change my mind—”

“Say the word, and I’ll stop. I promise.”

Viv stands on her toes to kiss me. “I know you will. How about mermaid?”

I nod. “That brings back some good memories. Mermaid it is.”

I kiss her gently, slowly, with everything I’m feeling in this moment. She trusts me. That’s hot, but it’s also… damn, it makes me want to pull her into my arms and protect her. I don’t know from what. From anything that could hurt her, I suppose. I want her to know that I’m here for her, no matter what.

I break away and step back, letting my eyes roam over her. And there’s that jersey again, with the big Venom logo splashed across the front, taunting me.

“Take it off,” I say.

Viv smirks. “I thought you liked me in Venom gear.”

“Not tonight,” I tell her. I retrieve my old jersey and pass it to her. “I want you in this. And only this.”

“And what is it, exactly?”

“One of my old game jerseys.” I press it into her hands. Her eyes widen as she holds it up by the shoulders.

“I get it. You’re claiming me as yours.” She kicks off her heels right there in the middle of my room. I start stripping, too, although I stop at my boxer briefs. I want to be undressed without being fully naked. Not yet.

Pinning me with a sultry, utterly sinful smile, Viv drops my jersey down on the bed while unbuttoning her skinny jeans. She slowly slides the denim down her thighs, turning her back to me and bending over to peel them over her feet.

Fuck me. She isn’t wearing any panties. That needy little pussy is shiny and little droplets of her arousal bead the seams of her flesh, just asking for me to sip them up. I lick my lips, almost tasting her on my tongue.

Lust swims in the depths of her eyes as she turns around and pulls her Venom jersey over her head. Fuck me again. She isn’t wearing a bra either. So, so perfect this woman is. Those full tits, just the right size to fit in my huge hands, and nipples erect and ready to be sucked and pinched. I almost reach for her but stop myself when Viv grabs my jersey and pulls it over her head, breaking me out of that sexy spell only she can cast.

With a glance over her shoulder, she climbs into the bed and kneels near the top, waiting for my next move. She gulps when I pull out the length of rope I’ve been practicing with, but I can see the peaks of her nipples through the fabric, so I’m pretty sure she’s still into it.

“Hold out your hand,” I tell her.

She does, and I run a length of rope across her palm.

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