Page 31 of Stone Cold Bad
He stood up and made the room look exceptionally small.His size and the way he looked at me as he walked toward me made me extremely aware of just how vulnerable I was.“I’m defenseless when you’re near, Colt.I can’t think.I can’t breathe.I can’t even remember my life before I met you.I don’t know if I’ve ever felt anything before this.I was just going through the motions of life to survive.”
His big hands took hold of my arms, and he lifted me so that only my toes touched the floor.He dipped his head down and kissed me.“Seeing you stand here in the middle of this house looking like a fucking angel makes me want to pinch myself.If it turns out I’m sleeping and imagining this, then I’m going to be so fucking pissed.”
“I’m real and this is real.”
“It’s so fucking real, baby, my head is spinning.”He leaned down and kissed my breasts through the papery thin fabric of the lingerie.His hand reached beneath the two open panels, and his palm smoothed over my skin, making my knees weaken.I grasped his arms to stay upright.
“I want to melt into a puddle every time you touch me,” I said between breaths.
He dropped down to his knees in front of me and kissed my bare belly.His mouth trailed down to the small triangle of blue silk covering my pussy.He kissed me through the material.He ran his finger along the thin strand of fabric that ran up between my ass cheeks.A deep, shuddering sound thundered in his chest as his fingers reached the hot cream that already surged from my pussy.
“God, baby, I’m so hard it hurts.You’re always so hot and ready and willing.Sometimes, I think I’m just going to fucking explode when you’re near me.”
He led me over to the mattress, and I stretched out on the blanket.The fire was just starting to crackle and pop with life as the salt dried wood glowed with heat.Its comforting warmth flowed over my scantily clad body, but it was nothing compared to the heat coming from Colt’s body as he knelt down next to me.
He reached back and pulled off his shirt.
“When you pull off your shirt, I swear my heart takes a couple extra beats.”
“Yeah?”He smiled.“I like that.”
I reached for the button on his pants, but he took hold of my wrist.Then he grabbed my other wrist and with his big hand he pinned my arms against the pillow above my head.He traced the lacy trim of the babydoll with a callused fingertip.“You’re so fucking beautiful.Every curve, every inch of your creamy skin, everything about you makes my cock hard.”He held my hands securely as his free hand trailed down my stomach to the risqué panties.He watched my face as his fingers slid beneath the tissue thin fabric and into the slick folds of my pussy.The tattoos on his massive arm twitched and moved as he stroked me deep inside, as always, finding the spot that nearly took me right off the cliff of an orgasm.But he was skilled.When he sensed I was close, he backed off to keep me aroused.
I groaned and pushed my pussy against his hand wanting to take in more.“God, it’s sweet fucking torture, Colt, how close you take me every time.”I tried to free my hands.I wanted to touch him.I wanted to take his hard cock in my hand and press it down between my legs.
He smiled wickedly at my struggle but tightened his grip on my wrists.“Watching you squirm like this in that hot little nightie is making me fucking nuts.”
He plunged another finger into me and lowered his mouth to mine.“Darlin’, do you trust me?”His green eyes sparkled with mischief.I trembled as he spoke.
“Yes?”It came out as a question.
Colt laughed.He leaned forward and took my bottom lip between his teeth.He bit it lightly, and I tensed at first.I’d only ever felt safe in his arms.I knew he would never hurt me.So far, every time he’d touched me had been pure, unimaginable pleasure.Sensations so intense that he’d managed to get a firm hold on my heart.He’d become the center of my life so fast, I hadn’t even had time to realize it until right this second.
“Yes, I trust you.”
He released me and pulled his hand from between my legs.I sighed in disappointment.He stared down at me as he lifted the end of his bed sheet.He ripped off a strip of fabric.With one tug of his strong hands, another strip came off.
I got up on my elbows.“What the heck are you doing?”
A crooked grin deepened the creases running along the side of his mouth.He didn’t respond as he tossed the strips of cloth over his shoulder.He stood up and walked over to the pile of Noddy’s things that were stacked in the room.He reached in and pulled out a ladder back chair.It was dusty and a little warped.He placed it close enough to the fire to catch the warmth.His mouth twisted in thought as he seemed to be assessing the roping across the seat of the chair.He walked over and grabbed a pillow from the mattress.
After setting the pillow on the chair, he motioned me over to him.Tentatively, I got up and tiptoed across the mattress and onto the floor where he stood like the world’s most beautifully carved man.
“Turn around,” he said sharply.I hesitated, and he raised a brow at me.He pushed my chin up and kissed my mouth.“You won’t deny me, darlin’, will you?Anything, remember?”
The commanding words made me sway on my feet.He took hold of my arm and turned me around so that my back was to him.He reached up with a strip of cloth and wrapped it around my eyes.I sucked in a breath and touched the fabric.He took my hand and pulled it away.I’d told him I trusted him, and in my heart, I knew I did.
Relax, I told myself.The tension slowly drained from my body.I couldn’t see anything but the slight flicker of light coming from the fireplace.This time, with a gentler touch, he turned me around and backed me up so that the chair was behind my legs.I sat down.
I heard his heavy footsteps and felt the heat trailing from his body as he walked behind the chair.He took hold of my hands and pulled them behind the back.The strip of fabric wrapped around them.
“Colt,” I said, and was shocked by the worry in my tone.
He came around the front of the chair and knelt in between my thighs.His palms took hold of my face.
“Colt,” I said again.I wasn’t sure if I was trembling from fear or excitement.It seemed to be a mixture of both.
“Shh, darlin’.You’re safe with me.”I startled at first as his mouth covered my breast.He teased and licked and kissed my nipples through the silky fabric.At first, I pulled at the bindings wanting to be free to touch him, but then my captivity and my lack of sight started pushing me to another level of erotic emotion that I’d never felt before.I was his to do with as he pleased, and I wanted it.I wanted all of it.
