Page 178 of Dirty Rival

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Page 178 of Dirty Rival

Heat rushes through me and the truth is, my bound hands aren’t what makes me his, but it’s incredibly arousing to trust this much, to let someone have control over you. To know that you’re vulnerable and at their mercy. I want this in a way I didn’t think I could want to be controlled. Reid strokes my cheek, his lips brushing mine before he moves to my side, his hands settling on my back, between my shoulder blades. “Hands on the rug in front of you.”

My gaze rockets to his and in those blue eyes I find challenge: Do you trust me? I don’t give him the chance to see fear where there is simply nerves and anticipation. I lean forward and press my hands onto the rug. Reid’s hand never leaves my back, a subtle promise that he can control me, that he can hold me right where I’m at, but he doesn’t apply pressure. He simply rests his hand between my shoulder blades and for several moments he does nothing. He just lets me lay there, naked and exposed in every way, anticipation building inside me and between us. That hand is full of potential pleasure and punishment because he does know how to punish me in all kinds of erotic ways.

“On your elbows,” he orders softly and I lower my body, my backside now up in the air, those potential erotic punishments and pleasures radiating through my body even as the soft touch of the rug tickles my nipples, while I’d rather have his hand and mouth anywhere right now. I want his hands and mouth anywhere I can get them.

Reid runs his hand down my spine, a soft caress that leaves goosebumps in its wake, the sweet promise of so much more settling low in my belly and tightening my already tight nipples. His touch becomes two fingers tracing my spine until his hands caress my sides, sweep over my hips, and then over my backside. Anticipation rushes over me, adrenaline with it, and I am suddenly breathing hard, nearly panting. Will he spank me? Will he intimately explore my body? Almost as if he reads my mind and hears that silent question, he strokes along the crevice of my cheeks, and I arch ever so slightly, wet heat gathering between my legs.

His fingers stroke low, pressing between my legs and exploring my sex, only to disappear and suddenly he smacks my backside. I yelp and arch into the touch. “Do you like it when I spank you, Carrie?”

I breathe out. “Reid,” I whisper.

One palm returns to my shoulder blades while the other cups my backside and he leans in by my ear. “Do you like it when I spank you?”

“Yes,” I dare. “You know I do.”

“Has anyone else ever spanked you?”

“Never.”

“And yet you let me that first night?”

“I’m different with you.”

He doesn’t reply. He just lingers there, his lips by my ear, his breath warm on my neck until he says, “Don’t move or I’ll spank you and—”

“We’ll go to bed without fucking.”

“That’s right,” he says. “And we’d both suffer. Now, don’t move.”

And then he’s gone, and I’m here in the middle of the floor with my ass in the air, unsure what comes next. Silence. That’s what comes next. It’s overwhelming. It’s consuming, it’s white space I can’t seem to escape. I don’t like it. I want to move. I want to sit up. I have no idea why I’m suddenly on the verge of a freak-out. I trust Reid. I love Reid. I’ve just never been good at the unknown. I pant out a breath and force myself to calm. There’s movement to my left, the sound of him undressing, I believe. I count to ten. I tell myself any moment I’ll know what comes next.

Suddenly, Reid is next to me again and he rolls me to my side, facing him, my bound hands folded between us, his erection thick between my legs. “You panicked. What did you think I was going to do?”

“How did you know?”

“The way you were breathing. The way you felt. I know you, Carrie. What did you think I was going to do to you?”

“It wasn’t like that. It was just the silence and the waiting. It was a control thing. It’s hard for me to really let it go.” I try to reach for him but my hands are frustratingly bound. “Please don’t make it about us.”

He strokes my hair from my face. “When you need to stop, you just say stop. You can always say stop. I understand that abandonment issues mean you need control. I get it. I should have gone slower. I bound you and blindfolded you without actually blindfolding you. You couldn’t see me. It should have been one or the other tonight.”

“It was the not seeing part. I was fine until then. Until you were gone. I don’t know why that set me off. I let you spank me. That’s giving away a lot of control.”

“But that was in the heat of the moment, fast and over. You didn’t have time to think about what came next.” He tangles rough fingers in my hair and pulls my gaze to his. “I really need to fuck you in about ten ways right now.”

“Then, why aren’t you?”

“Do you want me to untie you? Because I don’t want to untie you, Carrie, but I will. Say the word.”

“No. I’m fine now. I was always fine. You didn’t have to stop.”

“Yes, I did. I needed you to know that I’ll never take you any place that you’re not ready to go which is why I’m going to tell you what I’m going to do this time,” he says. “Then you don’t have to worry about what comes next.” He kisses me and then presses his cheek to mine again. “I’m going to lick you now, but I’m not going to let you come. I’m going to stop, turn you over, finger fuck you and then spank you five times. Then I’m going to fuck you hard and fast. Do you have a problem with anything I just said?”

“I—”

“Yes or no, Carrie?”

“The part where you don’t let me come.”




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