Page 27 of Honey, Honey
“Fuck yes. Please touch me.”
His heavy hands landed on my thighs the second I said the words and I moaned, scooting closer to the edge of the table, but Law’s fingers flexed on me. “Don’t move. You get more when I give you more. Do you understand?”
I swallowed hard, the steel in his voice striking the right chord in me and reminding me once again that Law had a direct fucking line to my libido, and my clit. “Yes, sir,” I whispered, the title coming out of me as naturally as breathing. Law’s eyes darkened, nostrils flaring as he bent his head close to me and inhaled. I gasped when I felt his lips graze my thigh. The touch was slight through the material of my sweats but it felt fantastic. My fingers flexed on the edge of the table but I did as I was told and didn’t move a muscle. I was used to following orders when it came to sex, but what I had never anticipated was doing the same with Law. I’d do what he said and maybe, just maybe, he’d drop all this talk about us never doing this again. I could already tell that I wanted to do it again and again, even if he’d barely touched me.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured, turning his head to brush his lips against my thigh. His lips were warm through the cotton of my sweats that were suddenly too hot. I needed to get them off, but I already knew that was going to have to wait until Law decided they came off. I swallowed hard, watching him as he reached up and loosened his tie.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
He looked up at me with an arched eyebrow, tattooed hands yanking his tie off. “Give me your hands.”
Automatically, I held out my hands to the man and watched in stunned silence as he wound the silk material of his tie around my wrists. Being tied up wasn’t new, but I hadn’t expected this from Law. Holy shit this night was an unexpected surprise in the very best of ways. It had been months since I’d had an encounter with anyone, there were no lovers to speak of, and I had been so focused on work and the everyday rhythm of life that sex and orgasms that didn’t come from a battery operated toy hadn’t really registered. It’s why I’d been so excited about going to the Cairn this weekend, of blowing off some steam and getting under someone in the delicious trappings that submission offered me.
But now here was Law on his knees in front of me with my hands bound in his damn tie. This seemed like a dream come true, a regular fantasy that had been served up special to me by the universe.
“Please touch me,” I rasped out, because I was seriously getting dizzy from need. I was horny and the man I wanted was within reach. God, I needed his hands on me.
“Patience,” he murmured, but he was already dropping my hands into my lap and hooking his fingers into the waistband of my sweats. “Hips up, these are coming off.”
“Thank god,” I whispered, moving to help him pull my sweats off.
A low chuckle from Law. “You’re eager, aren’t you?” He asked, but I didn’t feel embarrassment at the question because fuck yes, I was.
“Of course, I am. Have you seen you?” I asked, because my whole no filter problem was still rampant and in the driver’s seat.
“I could ask you the same thing.” Law drew my sweats down my thighs with agonizing slowness, fingers brushing against my skin as he went. He dropped my sweats on the floor beneath the table and surprised me when he reached forward, putting his hand on my thighs and pushing my legs apart. I adjusted on the table when his shoulders nudged against the inside of my knees but Law said nothing about the movement. Good, so I could do that.
He put a hand on my chest, palm warm and pleasant on me. “Lie back.”
I did what he asked, with my bound hands in front of me. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to eat your pussy.” The bluntness of his words made me squirm and I might have moved closer to him if I wasn’t trying to follow orders. I had to prove to him he wanted to do this with me again. “And you’re going to lie there and enjoy yourself.”
“But I can’t touch you?” I asked, lifting my hands above me. I craned my neck to see him shake his head at me, eyes on my face.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“If you touch me I won’t be able to stop, Honey. That’s for your own good.”
I bit my lip, unconvinced by Law’s words, but I wasn’t going to push it. “Okay. I’m good with that.”
“With what part?” He wasn’t looking at me anymore, he was focused on my thighs, lips brushing against my skin as he began to explore the area. I gasped when he turned his head, nose dragging across the top of my pussy. My clit throbbed and I held my breath waiting for him to touch me where I really needed it, but the man was bent on torturing me in the most delicious way and showed no signs of speeding up.
“All of it. I want it. I want this with you,” I said, making sure to tell him exactly what it was that I craved. “Please touch me.”
Law didn’t say a word, just did as I asked. I gasped at the first stroke of his finger. It was just a light pressure, thumb against the thin fabric of my underwear, pale pink brushed cotton that rode high. I looked good in them, which made me glad I’d gone with something sweet, even if it was understated. The last thing I wanted him to think was that I had planned this. But I was just as shocked to be where I was as he was at finding me stumbling into his private room at the restaurant. He pressed his palm against my core, the heavy feel of him against my flesh made me moan and this time I did move slightly, just a clenching of my knees against him.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he chastised, pulling his hand away, and I swore at my movement.
“I’m sorry,” I said quickly.
“Sorry, what?” he asked, breathing warm on my inner thigh.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
Law rewarded me by pressing his mouth against my clit, his tongue warm and hot against it. The little bud of flesh was getting harder, pushing up against its hood as he began to touch me, pet me more like. There was no other word for how his fingers were gently stroking me as he tongued me.
