Page 62 of Surrender
Feeling brave and curious, I ask, “Did you like the ice?”
He nods and waggles his brows. “I’d like to use it on you.”
I smile and shake my head. “That’s not what happened in the porno I watched.”
He chuckles, his tone disbelieving when he asks, “You watch porn?”
“Once,” I lie. There’s no way in hell I’m telling him that I’ve been looking up ideas for what we can do onPorn Huball week. He’ll think I’m a total perv. “It really helped me get you under control I think.”
His abs tighten with a soft chuckle, but his amusement fades when I climb on top of him again and place his hands so they rest on his chest. “I’m going to ride you, but your hands need to stay right where they are, on your chest. Got it?”
He nods eagerly, so I position my pelvis over his tip, leaning forward a little so that my breasts are in his face. I feel his trussed fingers reach out to touch me, so I scold him with a giggle. “No touching or I’ll strap your hands above your head.”
I press my palms on his forearms for stability. The pressure pulls on his wrist restraints as I position the head of his penis between my folds.
“Christ,” he growls, watching the action between our bodies and fighting against the rope around his hands.
“Problems?” I ask, looking up at him with concern.
His jaw ticks. “Ireallywant to touch you.”
My brows lift. “How bad?” I sink down on him just an inch and hold myself there, his arms the perfect balancing point for control.
His low groan is wonderful. “Really fucking bad, Treacle.”
I plunge down the rest of the way. “How about now?”
The veins in his arms thicken as he pulls hard against the rope. “Let’s take this off.”
“I’m in charge,” I reply, watching his eyes on me as I sit back and completely open myself to him. Grinding back and forth over him, I work myself against the incredible friction.
“You are but…” he growls, his eyes flashing all over my chest as I squeeze my breasts and roll my nipples between my fingers. He begins fidgeting to try and find a position that gives him some leverage. His tone is frustrated when he says, “This could be so much better if you let my hands free.”
“Why, Gareth?” I ask, making confident eye contact with him and arching a brow. I slowly trail one of my hands down to my centre and make a few slow, lazy circles around the bundle of nerves. “Would you touch me here?” I moan and have to force my pleasure-filled eyes to stay open.
The crazed look in Gareth’s eyes is almost frightening. “Fuck, Sloan…Let me loose.”
He’s full-on growling now, but I’m not listening. I’m too focused on what I’m doing. I’m getting off on torturing him. This position gives me so much control as I bounce on him, making big, grinding sweeps. The pained look in his eyes has my head lolling back as I let out a low moan and relish in the feeling of him thick and hard inside of me.
I continue riding him slowly, and Gareth’s growls of anger grow more and more frenzied. He manages to find some purchase with his feet and begins thrusting up into me. Deep, punishing strokes that bring me to the precipice of release far quicker than I anticipated.
“Let me loose, Sloan.” His voice is quieter now, more controlled as he stops his delicious thrusts. “Let me touch you. You feel so good. Let me make you come.”
The need to orgasm is so strong, I hear myself croak, “Okay.”
I sit forward, his dick still rock-hard inside of me as I pull my feet out from under his arms and tuck them underneath me. I ride him for a moment longer, then grab hold of his wrists and begin fumbling with the rope. It’s distracting to have him inside of me while I try to release him, but he feels so damn good.
When I make no headway, I snap myself out of my sexual daze and crawl off of him. He lets out a pained groan as I kneel beside him and continue my efforts. Whatever I’ve just done to the knot has only tightened the tension.That can’t be good.
“What’s the matter?” Gareth asks, half sitting up. His hard, wet cock looks horribly angry. “Why is the rope so tight now?”
My hands begin to tremble as I stare down at the mess I’ve created. “I can’t get the knot loose,” I mumble, out of breath and trying not to panic.
“What?” he asks, his face leaning in close to mine to inspect what I’m doing.
My gaze snaps up to his wide hazel eyes. “I don’t know how I did this!”
“You didn’t know what you were doing?”
