Page 84 of When It's Us
My eyes meet hers with a question.
She’s hesitant. Her eyes slide away from mine and she presses her lips into a thin line, rolling her eyes up to look at the ceiling.
“Say it,” I tell her, voice low.
“Fuck,” she whispers, and I wonder how this usually self-confident, sarcastic, and in control woman is unable to simply ask for what she wants. Who made her think it wasn’t okay to ask for what she needs? Her ex? Someone else?
“Look at me and say. It,” I repeat. The soft command in my tone brings her gaze back to mine. She glances at the belt looped in my hand, and I see her eyes harden with resolve.
“Will you…use that on me?” Her eyes tick back and forth between mine, and she swallows. “Please.”
I quirk a brow at the word and a slow smile tips up my lips, my chest flushing with her question. “Well fuck, how can I refuse a please?” I say with a wicked grin.
Her nod is jerky, her breath shallow in what I think is anticipation.
“You want me to tie you up with my belt, filthy girl?”
She nods, then shakes her head, that same hesitancy returning to her eyes, like she’s not sure what I’ll think about what she wants.Little does she know, I’d do pretty much anything at this point. My dick is practically screaming at me to fuck something.
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips and her eyes drop to the belt in my hand.
“What do you want?”
“Use it on me first.”
My dick throbs and I clench my molars.
Jesus fucking Christ.
“Where?”
A quick breath stutters from her, making her chest rise and fall. She lifts a hand and runs it across her perfect, heavy tits. “Here,” she whispers. Her hand drops lower, brushing across the copper curls at the apex of her thighs. “And here.”
My cock is rock hard when she finally asks for what she wants. This gorgeous, controlled woman, letting walls down, finally giving up control, is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
Swiping up her discarded panties, I twist them in a crude, loose knot around her wrists, then press both of her hands into the bed above her head.
“Don’t move.”
She nods her head once, pupils blown wide, chest flushed, and her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “Okay.”
I take my time, running the belt from her ankle, up the inside of her calf, to her knee; up one creamy thigh, making sure to slide it lightly over her swollen pussy. She’s glistening for me already, and I can’t wait to make her come.
“Pick a word,” I murmur, watching the belt trail over her skin.
“W-what?” she asks, breathlessly, eyes flicking to mine.
I brush the leather over those copper curls again, and she shivers, her hips canting up a bit, desperate for friction. “If we’re doing this, I need to know that you want it. And I need to know if you don’t.”
“I…” She trails off, uncertainty filling her blue eyes. “I wouldn’t have asked for it if I didn’t want it.”
I stop trailing the belt and meet her bright blue eyes, hooded with lust.
“You ever done this before?” I ask, voice low.
She shakes her head and swallows. “No.”
“Pick a word, California, or this stops now.”
