Page 54 of Ride With Me
“Are you absolutely sure you want this?” He still looks doubtful.
“One hundred percent.” I nod.
“Okay, but you have to tell me if something’s wrong. If you want to stop you have to tell me, okay? We can try other things so you feel more secure and relaxed, sweetheart.” God, I love that he calls me sweetheart. Mostly because he does it with some heat instead of pity like many people have done throughout my life.
“I’ll tell you to stop if I want to stop, and I want to trythisthing. Please.”
“Okay, come on.”
I spring up without hesitation and consider running inside without him when he takes his sweet-ass time putting the fire pit out. But I stay put, and smile widely—this is actually happening—I can barely contain my excitement. My dick’s already half-hard just from the anticipation.
The walk through the huge mansion is a blur. The only thing I can focus on is the feel of Hugh’s strong grip on my hand.
“Let’s get you ready,” he murmurs when he turns to me inside his bedroom.
“Tie me up first?” I ask with pleading eyes.
“Ollie—”
“Please trust me. Trust me when I tell you I know why I’m asking you this. I know what I need.”
No one’s ever trusted me to know what’s best for myself. If he can’t—well, that thought is almost too unbearable. I need him to trust me, at least with this.
He kisses me, hard. He pulls me closer to him with a hand on my hip and the other on the back of my head. It’s perfect, it’s enthralling, and it makes me lose my head for a few minutes.
But when the need gets too intense, I grind my crotch against his and it brings it all back.
“Please, Hugh. I need you.”
“Do you want to see my ties?” he asks right against my lips.
“You choose,” I tell him and wink cheekily.
“Okay.” He nods, and I see his throat bob in a rough swallow. He’s taking this seriously, and somehow that turns me on even more.
Turns me on enough that the second he’s walking away from me into his closet, I start stripping as fast as I can.
I’m lying in bed, naked as the day I was born, when he comes back with what I’m guessing is a stack of at least a dozen ties in his hands. He’s frowning down at them as he walks.
“I brought a few so you can choose—” He realizes I’m not where I was when he looks up, and I freaking adore the alarm in his eyes.
“I’m here, Hugh.” He visibly relaxes. “Bring at least four. We have to find a way to tie my legs down. Your bed has railings, but I’m not tall enough for my feet to get to the foot of the bed,” I muse.
“I can tie two together,” he says distractedly as his eyes eat me up. He bites his lower lip when he sees my erection, so I take it in my hand and stroke down slowly.
“Do what you gotta do, but please come over here.”
“Yes.” He nods adorably, then kneels on the bed by my hip. He talks me through everything he’s doing, which I think is more for his sake than mine, but I appreciate it either way.
When he’s about to secure the ties around my ankles, though, I have to stop him.
“Wait, I need to be able to bring my legs up.”
“Good point.” He makes the connection of ties longer, and then I’m all tied up. “God, you look beautiful,” he murmurs, and finally touches me. His hand skims over my chest. My breaths speed up almost instantly.
His hand is warm and soft and it makes me feel like I have lightning coursing through my brain.Okay, Thor. Calm down.
“Hugh,” I whisper a whine.