Page 115 of Ward Willing
“What?” he asks, pulling me close so that our bodies are pressed together. “You thought what?”
I chew on my lower lip and debate whether or not to tell him, but then his hands slide to the opening of the robe, and his fingers press against my clit without any warning.
I gasp as my knees buckle.
“I don’t enjoy seeing you unhappy, little rebel,” he murmurs, inserting one finger into my slick core. “But I’ve been waiting to sink my fingers, tongue, and cock into your perfect, little cunt all night long, and my patience is wearing thin.”
“God.” I hiss as he inserts another finger. Pleasure spikes through me, and I know it won’t take me very long at all to come. With him, it seems to come so much easier because he knowsexactlywhat to do to make me lose control.
“So,” he says slowly, working his hand faster. “I’ll ask you again. What’s bothering you?”
My eyes roll into the back of my head as he curves his fingers and presses them against my G-spot. The feeling is relentless; it’s like someone is shocking me with a live wire, and my body begins to coil and tighten as his thumb brushes against my clit. The combination has me gripping his shirt as I let him bring me to orgasm quick and fast, with no pretenses.
“I just… thought… you brought… other women. Here,” I mutter, a groan escaping my lips as my climax draws unbearably close.
As his thumb circles my clit—as my cunt begins to contract—he removes his hand. My mouth drops open as my ruined orgasm claws through me. It’s horrendous; there’s nothing to grip, nothing to use for friction, so it quickly dissipates into nothing. The ache turns into a physical pain, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Look at me,” Liam says softly.
My eyes snap open, and he gives me a small, satisfied smirk. “So you can listen to directions.” I don’t say anything. I’m still shaking from the ruined orgasm. He continues. “Barbara knows me because I often book a few hours in this room to write.”
My mouth drops open.Oh.
“You know, when I said I hadn’t fucked anyone since Catalina, I wish you would’ve believed me. I’m not a liar, baby girl.”
His words wash over me, and I suddenly feel guilty for doubting him. For doubtingus.
“Why do you come to this room?”
“A lot of my favorite writers have written books in this room. Even though I haven’t written anything in years, coming here is inspiring. It’s a change of scenery. Also, I live with this incredibly sexy woman who drives me crazy, so I needed a place to concentrate.”
“I see,” I say slowly.
“Is that what was bothering you? That you think this was some kind of bachelor pad where I brought women to fuck?” I nod, and he chuckles. “God, Zoe. If you only knew…” He shakes his head. “I don’t know what your other Doms were like, but I hope you know that this is it for me. I’m not planning on going back to how things were. I can’t exist in a universe knowing what you taste like and what you sound like when you come on my tongue and not be with you. I want to do this withyouand you only. If you’ll have me, that is.”
I swallow the emotion ready to burst out, instead taking my hands and placing them on his neck.
“That’s the thing. You’ve always had me.”
His resounding smile is large, and it causes my stomach to swoop with something dangerous and completely crazy, so I ignore the feeling and smile back.
“Good girl,” he praises. “Now, where were we?”
“I believe you asked me to go into the bedroom and change?” I ask, turning my expression neutral and acquiescent.
“On one condition,” he says slowly. I nod to show that I’m listening, so he continues. “Use your safe word next time. There are some things I want to try tonight, and because I’m new at this, I don’t want to keep second guessing myself. I need to be able to get into the mindset without worrying about breaking the scene again. Understood?”
“I can do that.”
“I know you can. Now, go get changed.”
Feeling much lighter than normal, I walk into the bedroom and change into the black lingerie set he’s picked out. It’s simple—just a black mesh bra and panties. However, they come with a matching silk blindfold and soft tie, presumably for my wrists. Smiling, I decide to take things into my own hands and show him howgoodI can be.
I pull the blindfold over my eyes and slip my wrists into the silk tie. It’s not a true restraint; I can get in and out of it by myself easily. And I appreciate that Liam is starting slow. After a few minutes, there’s a soft knock on the door, and I school my face into neutrality as I hear Liam open the door. I squirm slightly when I think about what he’s going to see when he walks in…
Me.
Tied up with my hands behind me and blindfolded.
