Page 57 of Falling For Liam
“Do you trust me?” he asks, making me flinch and dragging me from my thoughts.
“With my life,” I answer honestly. His eyes widen at my words, but instead of dropping on me or kissing me like I was expecting, he stands and marches from the room.
What the fuck?
I stare into the empty space where he just was as my duvet soaks up what’s left of the water covering me. He bangs around and I start to think he’s not going to reappear when I hear footsteps.
Butterflies erupt in my belly and my pulse thunders in every part of my body as he gets closer.
My eyes widen the second he steps foot inside the door. His shirt’s gone. He stands there in only his dark jeans, hanging low around his hips with the waistband of his boxers on display, with a black rope in his hands. My mouth drops open as he runs it through his fingers. All the while, his eyes roam my naked body as if he’s thinking about what he wants to do to me.
“Liam, please.” I don’t mean to say it out loud, but the longer he stands there, the more I need him to do something. He watches as I squirm under his gaze and rub my thighs together to try to dull the ache.
His eyes flash with something, but he’s moving before I have a chance to decipher it.
“Tell me now if you don’t want this.”
“I want this. Ineedthis.” My voice is almost begging and it has a wicked grin tugging at the corner of Liam’s lips.
Dropping the rope to the bed, he reaches out and wraps his fingers around my ankles before pulling my legs wide to stop me.
“I get you off. You got that?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“What was that?”
“Yes, only you,” I say with more determination as he picks the rope back up and kneels on the bed beside me. He drops one end over my shoulder before slowly running it over my neck and across my collarbones. A shiver runs through me and goosebumps race across my skin. Closing my eyes, I focus on the sensation of the rope as Liam circles it around my nipples. My back arches when he pulls away, desperately trying to find it again.
He teases me relentlessly, running the rope over my sensitive skin, leaving me begging for more. My legs tremble with my need for release as he tickles it over my navel and down towards where I need him most. I can’t help the moans that fall from my lips as he allows the rope to drop between my legs.
The bed dipping as he moves has my eyes opening. His warm fingers circle my ankle before he slowly starts to wind the rope around, and I’m reminded of his reaction to my favourite shoes. I knew he liked them, but I’m now starting to understand why.
His fingertips trail over the fabric before he makes quick work of some fancy knot. After giving it a tug to make sure it’s secure, he grabs my wrist and repeats his earlier action, binding me wrist to ankle.
Once he’s done the other side, he stands back and assesses his handiwork. My eyes run over the tight muscles of his shoulders before dropping down his chiselled stomach and stopping on his cock, straining to be released.
“You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?” Sensing it’s a rhetorical question, I don’t respond. “Going off, taking the law into your own hands. Well, tonight…you get no say. You get what you’re given. You do what I say, when I say it.”
Lust fills my entire body and I pull against my bindings, trying to release some pressure.
“Consider this punishment for your reckless behaviour.”
I should be scared of the look in his eyes, of the fact that I’m tied up and completely at his mercy, but in reality, I’m more turned on than I think I’ve ever been. Something told me that Liam was different. That he wanted something more, something darker, and I think I’m finally learning the truth.
“Liam, please,” I beg once again, my patience waning.
I cry out when he leaves the room again, but this time he’s back in seconds with my wine glass. He takes a sip and I watch the muscles in his neck work as he swallows, desperate to feel them under my lips.
“I spent most of tonight watching naked girls dancing around,” he says, like it’s an everyday occurrence, “but all I could think about was you. You being at my mercy and taking whatever I give to you. Want some?” he asks, glancing to the wine glass, and I nod eagerly.
He walks over, but instead of making any attempt to put the glass to my lips, he tips it above my stomach. I flinch when the cool liquid hits my heated skin as a pool of wine collects in my belly button.
The bed dips as Liam climbs on before his head drops to my stomach. He slowly laps at the wine before nipping at my skin, sending shockwaves of pleasure around my body.
“It tastes better on you.” My thighs come together once again but he notices and forces them apart. “Have you forgotten what I said earlier? Only I get you off. And only I decide when and if it happens.”
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