Page 34 of Bang Buddies With Benefits
“Damn,that’s hot.” One of Zac’s arms banded around my waist, the panther tattoo on his forearm twitching along with the line of muscle. He hauled me against his body, my back to his chest and his hardness notched against the seam of my ass.
“Good girl. Now”— a loudsmackfilled the air as he spanked one of my exposed cheeks—“get on the bed.”
So he wouldn’t go thinking he was fully in control, I pivoted to face him. Flashing him a sassy expression to convey I’d do it in my own time, I took one slow step and then another, until the backs of my knees hit the mattress.
I hitched my chin higher, my heart jackrabbiting in my chest as he arched a stern eyebrow.
“Is that on the bed?” He unwound his tie from around his knuckles, gripped the ends in both fists and tugged, the snap of the fabric filling the air.
Down I went, until my butt hit the soft comforter. The jerk of his chin bade me to get all the way on—possibly to lie back. Since I planned to make him work a little harder than that, I only scooted a foot or so, remaining in a locked and upright position.
He let loose a growl that conveyed I’d read him right, and now I was the one lifting an eyebrow.I dare you, it said.Use your domineering words, my sexy neanderthal.
Strong hands clamped onto the hips I’d shaken all for him, and then he tossed me backward, my head hitting the pillows as he walked after me on his knees. He sat on top of me, the flex of his thighs indicating he wasn’t making me bear his full mass. His hard cock certainly felt extra heavy as he rocked forward, leaving it pressing against my needy, aching center.
A moan slipped out, and I reached for him, my aim to cup his neck and pull the entirety of his delicious weight on top of me.
He caught my wrist a few inches shy of contact. “Such obstinance. Clearly, you still haven’t learned your lesson, and unfortunately, that means I’m going to have to resort to extreme measures.” He looped his tie around one wrist, and as he reached for my other arm, I quickly jammed it beneath me.
Zac increased the pressure of his knees against my hips, locking them in place. Then, at long last, he draped his body over mine.
Only to wrench my arm free.
I squirmed and bucked in vain, my attempt to break free of his iron grip as he bound my wrists together going nowhere. I got swept up in the resulting friction, no longer bothering to pry myself free and, judging from the muscle that ticked and leapt in his jaw, I wasn’t the only one. Since I had this thing about always winning, I amped up my movements, doing whatever I could to chip away at his resolve.
“Is someone’s self-control faltering?” I arched against him, displaying my body to its full advantage. “You can let go. I won’t call you on it.”
“You wish you could win that easily. Not today, kitty-cat. Not today.” With him putting so much into keeping me pinned down, he used his teeth to tighten the knot securing my wrists. It was incredibly hot, as was the popping of the veins in his hands and forearms as he secured my arms over my head and threaded the other end of the tie through the bed frame.
The move left his crotch inches from my face, so I did what any hot-blooded woman who loved sex and appreciated his bobbing dick would do in my position. I leaned forward and pressed my cheek against the bulge in his boxers, rubbing as much as my silk restraints allowed. My entire body throbbed with anticipation, like a too tight guitar string that’d been plucked and continued to hum. As much as I enjoyed this, I couldn’t wait until he’d be buried deep inside me, hitting that spot that he and he alone had found within me.
An unwelcome thought flickered, that the admission, regardless of it only remaining in the far recesses of my mind was a type of betrayal, true or not. There were other parts to love besides sex. Just like there were other parts to sex than love.
Although I did love the way Zac drove his fingers into my hair, around and around his fist. My scalp pricked as he gave the strands a tug, tilting back my head so that I had no choice but to peer up at him—not that I’d choose otherwise.
While he’d affected a casual cool pose, his cock had other things in mind, namely slipping free of the confines of his boxers and pointing directly at me.
Lips parted, I leaned forward and—the fabric around my wrists stopped me short, preventing me from following through and landing where I wanted to. My wooden bedframe banged against the wall as it rocked and hauled me backward a few inches, and Zac flashed me an overly triumphant grin.
While he clearly enjoyed being in charge of what I could and couldn’t do, didn’t he realize that what I wanted to do would be good for him too? “Did you forget this is a punishment? You didn’t think you were going to get off that easily, did you?”
“That’s precisely what you and I do best, remember? We get each other off.” I tugged again, and holy shit, was the dude an undercover sailor? Every time I worked to free myself, the knot tightened.
“We do it well, there’s no denying that.” Thumbs hooked in the waistband of his boxers, he shed his underwear. “But you haven’t seen my best.”
My jaw dropped. “You’ve been holding out on me?”
“Not exactly. We’ve always been on a bit of a time crunch, and today I saw a spark in you I hadn’t seen before. You’ve got more fire, more drive, and more determination than anyone I’ve ever met. You also feel more deeply than you like to fess up to.”
“I’m going to go ahead and plead the fifth here, as I don’t want to say anything that could later be used against me.”
“That’s the thing, babe. I’m not your opponent—never will be, either. That’s what’s so nice about you and me. Whatever happened to make you build that high wall around your heart, I get that urge to shut everyone out, but it’s okay to lower the drawbridge once in a while and let the real you out to play. The only Trojan I’ll be using is the kind that comes in a foil wrapper.”
“Are you saying you’re not here to plunder my castle? Because, not going to lie, it’s why this princess invited you up to my tower, and that’d be super frustrating.”
“Ah. Circumventing and redirecting—your signature moves.”
I frowned, not liking this unexpected path. Now I wanted him to be the guy who acted out his whims, reckless or not. “Being tied up as part of our foreplay and between-the-sheets proclivities is fine and well, but I never agreed to torture, and this is what this is starting to feel like.”
