Page 27 of The One Bed Rule
He looks up at me, just for a second, before standing with his hands on his hips. “What’s that look for?”
Oh, you know, just turned on by you talking about laundry. Or wearing a tie. Or using a tie.These are the thoughts I have but refuse to share. Instead, I say, “No look.”
I do my best to keep my face as normal as possible, taking another drink.
“Your cheeks are all pink. What is it?” He tries to coax the answer.
Trying to laugh it off, my eyes fall on the tie, for just a second, and he clocks it. His eyes land on the tie, before he crosses his arms and looks at me.
“Ohhhh. Okay. It’s the tie.” He picks up the fabric, wearing a smirk that’s making me wet, and runs it through his fingers. The tie is black satin and I know it’s soft in his hands.
I set the flute down and say, “It’s only a tie. And, no look.” I wave a hand in front of my face before crossing my arms.
He walks closer, knowing I’m not telling the truth, wearing that greedy smirk. My legs want to buckle, get down in front of him, but I force myself to stand.
“What could I do with this tie?” he questions, but sounds like it’s only for him to think about. “I could tie your hands together. Use the frame of the bed. Not let you touch anything.” He’s infront of me, pulling the tie around my shoulders—my arms still crossed.
He takes one of the ends and rubs it along my jaw, before putting his fingers under my chin and tipping my face up to his.
“Or I could blindfold you.” His words fall down my skin, and my breasts are heavy, knowing he’s only a lean away.
I can’t help but bite my lip at the suggestion. Because I want all of it.
“You just gave yourself away. Biting that lip.” His mouth is close to mine and before I can argue, or lie and tell him he’s wrong, he puts a full kiss to my mouth. He tastes me and I open for him, wanting him to take all that he wants. Give me all I need.
“Turn.” Seth’s voice is rough and pointed.
There’s nothing to do but follow directions. So I turn, my ass pushing into his hips. The tie comes up and he places it over my eyes, tying it behind my head. The thick fabric steals my vision and there’s a sort of thrill of not being able to see what happens next.
My awareness for Seth is through the roof. It’s like all of the details, every clue, is amplified. When he finally stops moving around me, his lips find my ear lobe, nipping it as he growls, “Arms. Up.”
I lift my arms and Seth grabs the bottom of my lingerie. Slowly, he pulls it up over my head, each inch of my skin becoming bare to him. The only thing left on my body is his tie and my black lacy thong.
I hear the sound of him folding my clothes, most likely setting them somewhere, but I don’t move. When I feel him close to me, I itch to wrap my arms around him, pull him closer.
I shiver when I feel his finger tips graze the side of my ass to the front of my hip. He pushes his length against me and it takes everything I have to not bend over and ask him to fuck me.
“You’ve got a thing for lace, huh? You probably like the way it rubs on your skin.” He takes a hand, and rubs down my center, over the fabric.
I answer with a simple, “Yes.” My knees want to wobble and fail me but I lean backwards into him, giving a little more access to my front.
“Are these panties dry? Tell me what I’ll find if I check.”
He emphasizes the word “if” and I bite back a moan. I can’t imagine him not touching me.
“They’re wet.” My words are clipped and have me begging for breath.
“Are you soaking through for me, baby?” he croons. “Tell me.”
I swallow past the needy lump in my throat and do my best to answer. “Yes. I know I’m—soaking wet. Waiting for you.”
“You think you can be patient?” His words are quick to meet my answer.
“Yes,” I lie.
“Let’s get you on the bed,” he says while guiding me. The front of my legs hit the mattress, then he turns me and pushes me back.
Suddenly he’s gone. I feel him moving around the room; hear him, but he’s not touching me. I’m aching for him; even though I said I could be patient, I don’t know if I can.
