Page 91 of Regret

“Shhh.” He placed a finger over her lips. “I will not do anything you don’t want me to do. You don’t have to fear me or my intentions when it comes to you, Scarlet. Whatever I’m about to do is for your pleasure, but I need you to surrender that fight of yours. Just for a while. Let me show you how it’s supposed to feel when you give your all to one person without fighting it.”

His eyes begged her, his words pleading with her to give in to him, to just…trust him. So all she could do was nod.

Again his lips found hers and she felt him cuff her other hand as well. She took a deep breath, letting his words, his promise that she didn’t have to fear him, replay over and over inside her mind. Holding on to his words, choosing to trust them was the only way she would be able to do this.

“Focus on me, Scar, on us. Right here, right now.” He continued to lean over her. “There is no place for anything else inside your mind right now, okay? Just me and how I make you feel.”

He got up and she watched as he pulled three ties out of the closet. “I’m going to ask you this one more time, Scarlet. Do you trust me?”

Her mind was reeling, her heart racing, her body shuddering, but by God she trusted him. She needed to trust him. For so long she avoided trusting anyone, yet here she was unable to stop herself from letting this man break down all her defenses.

She gave him another nod, and he placed the tie over her eyes, casting her in complete darkness. Instantly the panic flared up, cold spreading from her chest down her spine. She writhed and tugged lightly at the cuffs around her wrists, unable to control her fear.

“Hunter—”

“Concentrate on me and what I do, Scarlet. Don’t allow your mind to take you anywhere else. Stay here…with me.”

She gasped when she felt his warm mouth cover one of her nipples, and he sucked gently while his hand softly stroked over her stomach. The sensation of his touch, his lips on her skin slowly thawed the ice that had spread through her body. She could hear him breathing, smell the scent of wild spice, whiskey, and soap on his skin.

It all surrounded her, and she chose to grab on to it, to concentrate on the sound of his breathing and the smell of him being so close since she couldn’t see him. Without seeing his face, she knew her mind would fuck with her by forcing images inside her head to fill the gap. But if she focused on his touch, his scent, she would somehow manage to hold on to the here and now.

His mouth let go of her nipple with a soft pop. “This body of yours is mine.” His tongue gently swirled around her other nipple, teasing the hard little bud. “And once you feel how fucking good it is to surrender your body to me, to clear your mind and let me be the only man to possess you, you wouldn’t want it any other way.”

His fingers slipped down between her legs and stroked gently through her folds. “You see, kitten, you’re already wet, needy, just by the idea of giving it all to me.”

“Hunter—”

“Shhh. I got you, baby.”

He shifted and kissed her against her inner thigh before gliding his tongue leisurely, gently, through her slit. Scarlet arched her back, her body quivering as the sensation spread through her like wildfire. More slow strokes, from her entrance and around her outer lips, his tongue flicking against that one spot guaranteed to drive her crazy. Her moans grew louder, and the gentle caress of his lips and tongue between her legs turned harder, wilder, more desperate, kissing and sucking her like he needed her taste more than he needed air. The sensation was so strong, the pleasure so intense her body started shaking. He placed the palm of his hand flat on her stomach like he was trying to calm the tremors that wracked through her. His tongue didn’t stop, and he continued his onslaught, letting her body climb and climb, higher and higher.

“Oh God,” she moaned, moving her hips, searching for more, wanting him to fuck her harder with his tongue. But then he was gone, and the warmth of his lips was replaced with the cold air crashing against the wetness pooled between her legs.

“Hunter, please. What are you doing?”

His hand wrapped around her ankle, gently rubbing her skin before replacing it with what she assumed was another tie. “Are you going to tie my legs as well?”

“You’re fighting it.”

“What?” She jerked her head up. “Did you not feel me trying to fuck your mouth by moving my hips just now?”

“Exactly. You’re still trying to control it. So you’re fighting it.”

He tugged on the tie around her one ankle, making sure it was secure, before working on her other ankle. “You’ll come when I let you. In other words, I control your pleasure. I give it to you. You don’t take,” he jerked the tie tight, “and you don’t control it.”

With both her legs tied, thighs spread open, the panic surfaced again. He had her completely bound, helpless, vulnerable, unable to do anything to defend herself. Now it was a complete battle of the mind. Two parts inside of her head pushing and pulling her in different directions. The first part had her mind flashing back to the times when she was bound and gagged, forced to live through hell. Unable to fight or do anything to defend herself, Scarlet had to silently endure the pain and the humiliation.

The other part of her mind tried desperately to keep her in that moment. To focus on Hunter and the way he was making her feel, the way he was making her body feel. Everything about his touch was warm and it set her skin aflame. It was nothing like the cold touch of the man she hated the most. Hunter was different, he knew where to touch her, how to touch her. Here with him was where she desperately wanted to stay. But that god-awful feeling of being weak and alone, defenseless and exposed was there while she felt the cuffs around her arms and the ties around her ankles.

She was about to beg him to untie her when she felt his fingers softly trace all the way from her ankle, up the inside of her leg, her knee, until he stopped on her inner thigh. “You still with me, kitten?”

With a deep breath she nodded, biting her lip, determined to see this through, to prove to him that she was capable of doing this, of surrendering without freaking out.

The bed shifted and his mouth was once again between her legs. Every stroke, every flick of his tongue was gentle, tender, and slow. He took his time tasting her again, allowing her to feel every sensation.

When she tried to buck her hips, he grabbed them tight and pushed them down, forcing her to keep still.

“Hunter, I need more. Faster.”

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