Page 55 of A Billionaire Rebel

“What will you do if I don’t have them?” she asked, cheeks pink. “I mean, I neveractuallysaid I had the handcuffs. I believe the word I used wasmaybe.”

My eyes narrowed. “I guess that means I need to go find something else to use to tie you up.” I pointed at her. “And you need to be naked by the time I do.”

“Or?” She raised her eyebrow. “I mean, if I’m a little slow? I did have a long day, after all.”

I stepped into her space and curled my fingers in her waistband. “Anything you’re still wearing when I’m ready won’t be fit for you to wear home.”

She shivered, her eyes darkening. “Maybe I’ll have to steal something of yours then.”

The idea of her in my clothes should have been laughable given our size difference, but it just turned me on more.

I needed to find something fast.

As I headed for my closet, I couldn’t help thinking about all the things Davin had talked about using for restraints. Nothing thin that would cut into flesh if she pulled at them. Nothing rough that would chafe bare skin. Something that could be easily released.

Ties might have seemed cliché, but I didn’t actually have many options. At least not ones that I was comfortable exploring at the moment. I didn’t want to ruin the mood by fumbling around with belts or whatever. Sometime later this week, I’d call Davin for a recommendation of where to shop.

For the moment, my widest tie would do.

When I stepped back into the bedroom, Jae’s pants, underwear, and bra sat in a neat pile on my dresser. Her shirt, however, was still on.

“I’d already planned to scrap this shirt anyway,” she said with a mischievous smile. She raised her arm and turned so I could see a hole in the material. “I had a slight accident with a screw while trying to put up a new display. It’s not something I could fix and still wear to work. This way, I can enjoy having it ruined completely.”

How could someone sound sexy talking about something practical?

“Wrists,” I demanded.

She held them out, watching as I tied a simple slip knot. I’d done a little research into the various types of bondage used in BDSM, but I wasn’t even close to comfortable enough to do anything more than this. The last thing I wanted was to scare Jae away by screwing something up. She’d been open to exploring this lifestyle, and I wanted to keep it that way.

“Here.” I tucked the end of the tie in between her hands. “If you feel like you need to get yourself out of it, pull that, and it’ll loosen the knot. Anytime you want me to stop, just tell me.”

She nodded, and I searched her face for any sign of reluctance or anxiety. All I saw was excitement and anticipation. I kept watching her as I undressed, enjoying the way her gaze heated as it ran down my body. She wet her lips, and my cock twitched, remembering how good it had felt in her mouth.

I’d originally planned to put her on the bed, but when I’d gone into the closet, I’d seen something that had made me change my mind. She looked puzzled when I took her away from the bed and into the bathroom, but the moment she glanced up and saw the hook on the door, she figured it out.

It took a little maneuvering, but I was able to get the tie on the hook and her feet touching the ground. Her arms were stretched almost to their limit, but I didn’t plan on leaving her that way for long. My imagination already had a scenario in place.

First, I needed to get rid of that damn shirt.

It didn’t take much to tear it right down the front and expose that silky skin. Her breasts were half-hidden, and I pushed the material to either side. I couldn’t completely take it off with her arms the way they were, but I could get it out of the way enough to feast my eyes and hands on her breasts.

I took a moment to enjoy the weight of her breasts and the feel of her nipples under my thumbs, then I went to my knees in front of her and hooked her leg over my shoulder. She stiffened when I licked her, her eyes closing. I kept my eyes on her face as I ran my tongue between her folds, teasing the delicate skin and then up to that sensitive bundle of nerves.

She moaned my name, her hips rocking toward me. The smell and taste of her already had me on edge. Hearing her beg and curse made my cock ache. I slipped a finger inside her.

“I need more than that. Please.” She squirmed, tugging at her restraints but never releasing them. “If you’re not going to give me your cock, at least give me two fingers. I’m so damn close.”

If she could put together full sentences, then I clearly wasn’t doing my job.

I added a second finger, curling them to make that ‘come hither’ motion that allowed the pads of my fingers to rub right over her g-spot. Her entire body jerked at first contact, shoving her pussy against my face. I used my free hand to hold her there, aware that the leg not over my shoulder was dangling almost completely free, toes barely brushing the cool tile.

I sucked steadily on her clit, listening as her speech disintegrated into short bursts of words between erratic breaths. When I knew she was close, I withdrew my fingers, chuckling as she swore at me. It wasn’t until the tip of my middle finger rubbed against her anus that she realized what I wanted to do. Her muscles tensed for a second, and I waited for her to tell meno. Except she didn’t.

“Need to come,” she pleaded. “Do it. Just make me come.”

Simultaneously, I lightly touched my teeth to her clit and pushed my finger inside her ass. Just to the first joint, but enough to give her an entirely new sensation to push her over the edge.

The back of her head thumped against the door as she came, her body shaking and those magnificent breasts of hers jiggling. I stood up, cupping her ass to help her wrap her legs around my waist. Her elbows bent as I took most of her weight, using my arm along her spine to help. She was still coming when I buried myself inside her.

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