Page 323 of Breaking the Rules

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I've never had fantasies of tying guys up.

But there is something appealing about him waiting and ready for me.

At my mercy.

I'm in control.

I can do this.

We've done so much.

Touched so much.

I've heard him come so many times.

Thought about him coming as I fucked myself.

It's just this one bridge I haven't crossed.

He scoots up the bed enough to push himself up.

Then he tugs at the restraints until they kick.

To show me they work.

That I can trust him.

I already do trust him.

It's that voice in the back of my head that always ruins this.

"You look gorgeous, baby." He gives me a long, slow once over.

"I was wearing this all day."

"Wanted to fuck you all day." An edge drops into his voice. He's not playing anymore. He's not flirting for the sake of it.

He wants me.

Badly.

I want him too.

I just…

No, I'm not going there.

I'm not getting lost in my head.

I'm staying tuned into this moment. The one happening right now.

I used to be good at that.

I miss it.

My eyes meet Hunter's. "How about this?" I place my foot on the bed. Peel my dress up my thigh. All the way to the edge of my panties.

His pupils dilate.

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