Page 30 of Pieces of Halves

“Izzy.” He chuckles, taking my face in between his fingers. “You can look and touch if that is what you want.” His fingers graze against my chin and lips so tenderly that it makes me shudder.

The things he makes my body feel with the softest graze is incredible. I want his fingers on every part of my body. My eyes locked on his, the only thing I can think about is his touch. My hands a little shaky, I grab his shirt into my fists and tug him to hover over me. He follows without resistance, his eyes never leaving mine.

“What would you like, Izzy?” he whispers and nuzzles his nose against mine, playfully and gently.

“Your touch,” I breathe out.

“Mmm.” His lips brush past my cheek and to my chin. “Where?”

“Everywhere.” The words come out desperate and needy.

“Your hands free?” The question is soft and casual, but it makes me pause.

My mind runs wild with images of being tied bare before him – exposed and completely at his mercy. Clara suggested it might be something we both would like. I shrugged it off, unsure of the idea. Right now, the thought ignites something within me.

Trust.

“Tied,” I whisper, my heart beating out of control.

The words slip out of my mouth, and I can’t believe I said them out loud. He moves away a little, and I stare at him.

What if I panic and ruin everything? What if I don’t like it? What if this makes him uncomfortable? My mind spins.

“Only if you promise to tell me when you don’t like something.” His gaze is seared into my eyes, making sure I understand.

“I promise.”

He would never hurt me.

“Good.” He smiles and with his lips softly brushing against my neck, he undoes the buttons of my blouse.

I am not sure what to expect, but I let him take the lead. My shirt falls to the side, and his lips travel lower to the middle of my chest, always soft and delicate – like butterfly wings. I inhale deeply, letting the sensation flood my senses. The belt of my skirt comes off. A moment later, I am left in my underwear. Excitement builds in my stomach, and tension grows between my legs.

Moving up again, he slides the blouse off my shoulders and unclasps the bra. One more small move and I will be utterly naked before him. He looks at me, asking for permission to proceed. Swallowing my nerves, I nod.

With all my clothes gone, he vanishes as well. Confused, I look up to find him stripping one pole of the bed for the white, thin fabric. He is efficient with it because he comes down to me with a satisfied smile quickly.

“Remember to tell me if you don’t like something,” he whispers as he hovers over me, his eyes boring into mine – demanding honestly.

“Mhhm,” I mumble, watching his eyes darken with something primal.

He leans in and kisses my lips while his arms stretch above me, my hands in his. Pinned under him, his firm muscles pressing against my hardening nipples, my body heats. Pulling away, he moves up and ties my wrists with the soft material. His chest and torso are at my eye level. He is so close that I feel the warmth radiating from him.

He comes to face me, but I follow his body, my mouth watering. With a smirk, he reaches for the helm of his shirt and pulls it over his head. Muscles glide smoothly under his skin, making my breath hitch. Swallowing, I ogle.

He exudes power with every move. His strength will be mine if only I let go.

His bare skin presses against mine as he leans in to land a tender kiss on my lips, and I arch my chest to relieve the growing need to be one with him. Peppering kisses along my jaw, his hand grips my hip, his fingers digging into the flesh of my butt. I gasp, and the need in me grows.

Black walls crack and tumble from around my heart. Light fills that space. For the first time in a long time, I do not feel the lingering fear. My body deserves love – to be caressed and savored.

I deserve freedom.

Leaving my tied hands, his other hand cups my breast, kneading it. Jolts of pleasure shoot into my core. My clit throbs, begging to be touched. I jerk my hips into him, but the hand on my hip pushes me down.

“The thing about submitting control is that now, you are at my mercy, baby,” he whispers into the skin of my chest.His mercy.I will gladly succumb to him. “Now, be a good doll, and don’t move.” His voice is low and threatening, making every fiber of my body crave to submit.

His lips travel lower to my belly, licking and kissing while the hand on my hip slides to squeeze my butt. My breath catches when his lips touch the slit over my clit, and my eyes flutter shut. His wet tongue slides in smoothly, stimulating the sensitive nerves. My breathing ragged and heavy, I twist my hands to grip the sheets.

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