Page 28 of Wanting Mr Black

“Thanks for waking me, you shit. You know I need to get to the hotel,” I grumble, shoving my head back into the pillow. “Argh, leave me alone,” I moan as the covers are thrown off me.

The mattress dips beneath his weight, and soft lips brush my neck. “Are you sure about that?”

His warm breath against my skin makes me tingle all over, and I shudder as he plants a line of light kisses down the length of my spine and across my buttocks. His hands are on my hips, and I’m flipped over onto my back. He’s on his hands and knees above me with a glint in his eye, and I know the last thing on his mind is getting ready to leave.

I’m going to be late.

“Maybe I can change your mind.”

His eyes lock with mine as he moves backwards and goes down on me, his lips causing a shiver of delight to erupt between my thighs. I whimper beneath his tongue, shutting my eyes tight and twisting my fingers through his hair that’s damp with sweat. Now, I’m well and truly awake.

Any thoughts about fighting him off vanish as his tongue circles my clit, and every nerve in my body wants more.

“Do you want me to leave you alone, Sophie?”

I open my eyes. He’s looking up at me from between my thighs, a wicked smile on his face. I never want him to leave me alone. I draw in a deep breath and shake my head.

He locks eyes on me again as he sucks my swollen clitoris and groans in delight. I screw my eyes shut and cry out as the vibration causes muscles to throb deep inside me. It’s too much. The way he’s so good at this, the way he gets pleasure fromit. Hot breath against my hypersensitive clit stokes the desire burning inside me.

“I might have this for breakfast every day from now on.”

Fucking hell.

Then, as if teasing me, he stops, and I feel the mattress shift beneath his weight. My disappointment is short-lived as I open my eyes to be greeted by the sight of him peeling his clothes off. He stands – tall, proud, and glorious – and I can’t take my eyes off him. Every inch of his naked, muscular, golden body is beautiful.

“I’m going to take you,” he warns, tossing his T-shirt over his shoulder. “Hard.”

My heart leaps in my chest. Before I know it, he crawls back up the bed. His hands are on my hips, and I’m flipped back over onto my front. I cry out in surprise at the glorious feel of his hot tongue gliding up my spine, all the way to the base of my neck and close my eyes. I feel the mattress dip as he positions himself over me, resting his hands into the pillow on either side of my head to steady himself.

I shudder beneath him as he presses his lips against the soft skin on my neck.

“I want to cuff you to the bed.”

I open my eyes.

He reaches a hand into his bedside drawer and pulls out a set of shiny metal handcuffs.

There’s no wriggle room in those bad boys. Until now, he’s only used his hands or neck ties to restrain me.

His fingertips dance along my spine. “I’d like it if you tried them. But as always, Sophie, if you’re uncomfortable with the idea, we won’t.”

I briefly close my eyes. The coil of desire in my centre tightens at the thought of what he’s about to do to me. Maybe heisa bad influence on me.

I nod. “Okay.”

He plants a hot kiss on the base of my neck. “Thank you. Give me your hands.”

I lift my hands up. Cold, hard metal clamps around my right wrist as he secures the cuff through the wooden slats of the headboard. Once my hand is in place, he repeats the same action with the left.

“I want my hands free to touch your beautiful body.”

He nips my earlobe, and I draw in a shaky breath at what’s about to come.

“Open your legs.”

I do as I’m told and shuffle them apart.

“Wider.”