Page 124 of Ward Willing
Whatever the fuck happened with Carolina is the last thing on her mind, and seeing the way she’s lined her shoes up next to the couch and folded my jacket over the back before getting into position immediately…
Fuck it.
We’ve already crossed the line, so why not dance on the other side?
I remember her words from earlier, too. How she almost said something that makes my heart nearly stop with shock.
I’m an adult. And I’m in l?—
I know what she was going to say. Her emotions were pure and evident on her face.
And I’m in love with him.
“Look at me, please,” I murmur, my hands in the pockets of my jeans. Her head snaps up, expression neutral, and I almost smile at how good she is at this. “Before we start, I want to check in. Are you okay?”
Something passes behind her eyes, but she nods once. “Yes. I’ve been waiting all week for this, and?—”
“I didn’t ask if you were excited,” I say, my voice quiet and collected. “Nor if you were looking forward to this.” Walking closer, I place my hand against her cheek, and she nuzzles into my touch. The motion does something to me, and I clear my throat to hide the emotion trying to claw up my throat. “I think we both know how excited we are,” I add, letting my voice turn low and husky. “How long we’ve waited. How much wewantthis weekend. But I’d be remiss if I didn’t ensure you were okayemotionallyafter everything that just happened.”
She swallows and looks down. “It was… shocking. But I can compartmentalize. At the end of the day,youmean more to me than anything. What we have is…” Her voice breaks, and she pauses for a second. “What we have is the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I’d really like to start our weekend now, if that’s okay with you.”
Moving my hand down to her jaw, I lift her chin and stare down into her watery eyes. Letting my eyes scan her face for several seconds, I ensure there’s no hesitation in her expression—nothing hiding behind her honey-brown eyes. However, the only thing I see on her face is adoration.
Devotion.
Submission.
Something warm cracks in my chest at the look she’s giving me, and my thumb grazes her cheek fondly.
“You’re so perfect, do you know that?” I murmur, my voice gentle.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
My chest aches with whatever’s unsaid between us, so to distract myself, I walk to my overnight bag.
“I thought we could try something new.”
Unzipping the bag, I pull the small, black box out and hand it to her. I watch from a few feet away as she pulls the top of the box open, revealing the luxury bondage restraint I’d ordered for her—forus.I know she likes to be restrained, and after some research, I’d consulted Orion and chosen this particular piece.
It’s essentially a thick, black leather harness that comes across her chest, with six loops secured behind her for her arms. As Zoe lifts it out of the box, her eyes go dark as she holds it up by one finger.
“I love it,” she says, her voice strained. “Can you put it on me, please?”
It takes me a second to realize the unevenness in her voice is excitement. Smiling, I walk over to her and help her onto her feet.
“Turn around.”
Once she’s positioned in front of me, I take my time undressing her from behind. My fingers linger a second too long each time I touch her, and as I hook my hands underneath her mesh shirt to pull it off, she shudders beneath my touch. Once it’s off, I lay it over the back of the couch before moving to the button of her trousers. When it’s unclasped, I let my hands slide between the trousers and her dark red, lace panties—chuckling when she shivers again.
“Someone’s sensitive,” I say, my tongue flicking against her ear at the same time my cock twitches against her back.
She lets her head fall to one side, and I take the opportunity to kiss her neck. Another shiver. Ifuckinglove how responsive she is to me.
“Someone’s teasing me,” she retorts, and I can’t help but smile.
Pulling her trousers down, she steps out of them as I take the leather harness and run my hands over the soft leather. I’d spent way too much money on it, especially considering I’d never used bondage before, but I wanted to ensure she was safe. I liked the idea of rope, and one day I wanted to test it out, but when Orion started rambling about nerve damage and avoiding arteries, I knew I needed something more foolproof.
Zoe’s back rises and falls rapidly as I unclasp her bra and pull her underwear down, discarding them both. Then I undo the multiple buckles of the harness and wrap it around her from behind. The top sits like a bra; the straps go over her shoulder and come down around her breasts. It then wraps around her, forming a line down her back with the six loops for her arms. Everything’s adjustable, and I feel comfortable knowing I can get her out of this quickly if needed. Once I buckle the part around her chest and adjust it so that it’s tight but not uncomfortable, I take her arms and snake them both through the loops, side by side.
