Page 36 of Vincenzo
“I have a fun idea,” I say, oozing as much fucking sex appeal into my voice as possible.
His brows quirk up. “Oh, yeah?”
I roll my lower lip into my mouth, biting down on it. His eyes are so honed in on the action, he doesn’t even realize I reached over to grab the two sets of handcuffs in his nightstand until I’m holding them up in front of him.
“I see someone got a little curious while I wasn’t here,” he says.
I give him a shrug. “What can I say, I’m a nosy bitch. Now, where can we put these things?” I say, looking around at the solid headboard.
“Check under the pillows,” he says slyly.
I move the pillows, and lo and behold, there’s a metal bar that runs across the bottom of the headboard.
I raise a brow at him. “Wow, I’m impressed. Did you have this custom made for you, or…?”
He shrugs with that cocky-ass look still on his face. “What can I say, I like a little kink.”
I’m sure you do.
Taking the handcuffs, I close one of them around his wrist.
“Oh, you’re restrainingme?” he says, and the shock in his tone actually surprises me.
“You don’t want to play?” I give him the sweetest smile I can muster.
“Usually, I’m the one who plays, but…”
“So this’ll be a first for you, then.” I clasp the other cuffs around his other wrist.
Leaning over, I bring my lips to his ear, and they brush against him when I whisper, “Don’t worry. I promise to go easy on you for your first time.”
A small groan escapes Vincenzo’s lips, and I lift his wrists above his head and secure them to the bar.
“Now, where should we start?” I say, running my gaze up and down his body. “These clothes will not do.” I tsk.
I slowly unbutton his shirt and spread it open, displaying the ridiculously chiseled abs he has on his stomach.
Of course this man is carved from fucking stone.
“You like what you see?” He grins.
I roll my eyes and shake my head while unbuckling his belt. “You don’t need me to inflate that already ginormous ego of yours.”
He chuckles.
After taking off his shoes, I pull down his pants and come into contact with the one thing I haven’t been able to get off my mind since the other night, no matter how hard I’ve tried.
Sliding my fingers under the waistband of his black boxer briefs, I slowly pull them down. My eyes never leave his erection while I toss them to the floor, and my mouth salivates at the sight before me. Vincenzo’s thick cock stands tall, giving me an even better view of the ladder that lines his shaft.
I drag my gaze up to his, and he’s lying there, handcuffed to his bed, as relaxed as can be. Too bad for him I’m about to change all that.
I crawl over him until I’m straddling his waist, lean forward, and wrap my hand around the cuff on his wrist, squeezing it until it’s tight—hopefully too tight—around his wrist.
“Damn… you got that tight enough?” he asks.
“Thatis for edging me the other night.”
Vincenzo’s eyes narrow in on mine while I wrap my hand around the cuff on his other wrist and do the same thing.
