Page 69 of The Merger
My Sunshine, always eager to play. She did as I said, arching her back as she reached toward the headboard. With my tie I wound the fabric around one hand then around the other back and forth until I’d made the traditional wedding knot. It wasn’t the strongest binding, but it was the symbol I was after.
“Usually when this ceremony is performed a bride’s hand would be tied to her groom’s as a symbol that the two are bound together in life. I’ve been tied to you since the moment we said I do, it’s you that has slipped through, so I’m modifying it a bit.”
I trailed my fingers across the swells of her breasts, down the center of her stomach to her navel, then flirted with the edge of her panties before pulling my hand away.
“Are you trying to torture me?” she asked in a voice rough with desire.
A dark sounding chuckle ripped free from my throat. “It would be fitting after suffering for the last several years, but no.” This time I started at her ankle, stroking the skin of her calf, the inside of her thigh, lightly over her fabric cover mound. Up and up my hand went until I made it to the base of her throat.
I wrapped my fingers around her delicate neck but didn’t squeeze. I didn’t want to take away her air, or her illusion of control. She’d gone on too long trying to manage everything on her own. Unable to resist, I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against hers. For a moment I lost myself in her.
When she started to squirm I pulled back. “You asked if I plan to torture you. That’s not my intention, but you might feel like it before I let you come. I have very particular needs, but so do you. I don’t think you’re aware of it though.”
“I need you to fuck me. I’m very aware of that,” she stated boldly.
Again I chuckled. A few months ago she wouldn’t have dared say anything like that to me. I flicked my tongue against the shell of her ear, and ground my engorged dick against her mound. I kept my pants on so I could maintain control long enough to drive her as high as I could before I let her come.
She shivered as my hot breath fanned out across her neck. I gently bit the spot below her ear. “You’ll get fucked when you’re a good girl. You’ve got to earn it.”
“How?” she panted.
“By being honest with yourself. What do you desire most?”
Her tongue flicked across her lower lip. “I thought I made that clear. I want your cock.”
“I’m not into punishment, but if I didn’t know any better I’d think you were trying to get spanked. Now, be honest with me. What do you want? What is the desire you have never told anyone?” I already knew the answer, but I didn’t think she’d been brave enough to admit it to herself.
I watched her eyes go back and forth as she searched her own mind. Her body went lax underneath mine, and she lowered her eyes. “I want you to take control and use me however you like. I want to know what it’s like to be yours completely.”
ChapterTwenty-Six
Sabrina
“Then I’ll show you what it means to be mine,” he vowed.
He opened a drawer in the nightstand and pulled out a pair of leather cuffs. Dangling them from one finger he held them above me. “Are you sure?”
My mouth went dry and my heart thundered in my chest. I opened my mouth to beg, but I genuinely wanted him to take control. I’d never considered myself submissive before, but I’d never been as turned on as I was when Stryker touched me. Every nerve in my body was alive as I waited for what he was going to do next. I decided to follow his lead, and give myself over to his plans.
He watched my face as I battled what remained of my inhibitions. His sinfully full lips curved up as I decided to give myself to him completely. “Good girl,” he purred.
“Let’s switch out that binding, and then we can really play.” Slowly he unwound the tie from around my hands. I was a little sad to see it leave my skin, but that disappeared once he buckled the cuffs around my wrists.
His hands slid down my arms, the roughness of his calluses felt divine against my flesh. I shivered as he once again placed one of his large hands around my throat. He never squeezed but held me in a way that felt like it branded my soul. After a moment, he kept moving down. Lightly he brushed over the swells of my breasts before reaching behind my back and unhooking my strapless bra.
The air was chilly enough to cause my nipples to pebble once exposed. His dark eyes seemed to go molten as he watched them tighten into hard points. He sucked one into his mouth and bit down just enough to make my breath catch and make my core throb. He pulled back a little, stretching my nipple and forcing a gasp from me.
I pressed my lips together, trying not to make another sound. He chuckled, and I realized I’d just issued some kind of challenge. He hadn’t given me permission to make noise, and I didn’t know what the rules were. According to the books I read, we were supposed to go over those, right?
“Do I need a safe word?” I blurted out.
He laughed loud and hard. “All you have to do is tell me to stop. I’ll be honest, I get off on tying you up. There are things I want to do to you that will make you come so hard you might pass out. I’m going to take you hard, but I don’t want to hurt you. If you’reeveruncomfortable with anything, all you have to do is tell me. As I already told you, I don’t like punishing women.”
I couldn’t help the surge in jealousy that came over me. My eyebrow cocked up before I could school my features. “Women?”
He smiled, and if I weren’t suddenly irritated with him I’d have stretched up to kiss him. “Poor choice of words. You are the only one for me. You’ve been the only one for me. By now you have to believe I’m going to be faithful. If I didn’t stray during the years you’d forgotten me, I sure as hell am not going anywhere now that I’ve got you where I want you.” With his index finger, he tapped the end of my nose. “You’re adorable when you’re jealous.”
His eyes traveled back down to my breasts. “Now, let’s see how long you can hold out before you scream.”