Page 139 of Ruthless Creatures
I whisper into the dark, “I need you to tie me up.”
He freezes.
“I need…” I gulp, overwhelmed by a sudden sense of dread. Dread I know he can rid me of, if only for a short time. “Take me out of my head. Tie me up like you did before and…”
His voice is low and rough. “And what?”
I whisper, “Make me forget about everything.”
He lies still behind me. Still and silent. Only his quickened breathing gives an indication of how my words have affected him. That and his erection, which has grown to a steel bar.
He leans closer and breathes hotly into my ear, “Permission to fuck your sweet ass.”
He doesn’t say another word. He doesn’t move. He simply waits until I decide.
My voice hardly audible, I say, “Green.”
He’s breathing harder now. It stirs the hair on my neck. He runs a hand up my arm to my shoulder, then back down to my wrist, curling his fingers around it.
His hands are shaking.
His mouth still near my ear, he says, “I’ve never met anyone I needed to possess like you. I don’t understand it, this obsession. For you, for a single taste of you, I would die. I’d give up anything. From the first day, you owned me.”
I close my eyes. A lone tears slips from one corner and slides over the bridge of my nose.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
I whisper, “You know I am. Forever.”
He exhales, presses the softest kiss to my shoulder, then pushes me onto my belly.
I lie quaking on the bed with my eyes squeezed shut as he rises, flicks on the lamp, and opens the dresser drawers. He opens the drawer on the bedside table, too, then the mattress gives with his weight.
He ties my wrists together and to the headboard with my stockings like he did last time, but doesn’t cover my eyes with the scarf.
Reading my mind, he says, “I need to see your face.”
I hear a spurt of liquid, then his hand slides between my legs. It’s slick with lube. He works it all around my cleft, sliding his fingers over my clit and inside me as I lie still, hyperventilating.
He slides his fingers between my ass cheeks and lubes me there, too, oh so gently.
The hum of a vibrator makes me suck in a startled breath. Then his voice comes in that dark, intoxicating tone of command.
“Use your colors, Natalie.”
He presses the vibrator to my clit.
All my muscles tense. I pull against the restraints. It’s an automatic reflex, and one that makes him growl in pleasure.
“That beautiful ass. God, look at you.”
He smooths his hand over and around the curve of bothmy butt cheeks. The other hand works the vibrator between my legs.
I’m starting to sweat.
When he slides the vibrator inside me, I groan.
Then his finger breaches the oiled ring of muscle in my behind, and I groan louder, shuddering.
