Page 68 of Lilacs and Leather
“Welcome back,” he whispers, leaning down and kissing my hairline.
I try to answer, but end up coughing. My throat is parched, and I try to swallow but I have no moisture to give. Rhett leans over me and comes back with a little water bottle. He cracks it and helps me take a few long pulls. I smile gratefully, and Rhett chuckles.
As he leans over me to put the bottle back, I realize that he’s naked—very naked. My eyes trail down his chest, along the contours of his chiseled pecs and abs, down to his hips. His cock is half hard, but my eyes are drawn to his right thigh, and I gasp in surprise.
“Yeah, that’s usually the reaction I get whenever someone sees my c—”
“Forget your dick. How long did this take?” I exclaim, reaching for his thigh.
Rhett’s thigh from hip to knee is covered in the most intricate Celtic knot tattoo I’ve ever seen. It wraps almost all the way around the corded muscle, an intricate weave of black and gray ink. I try to follow the pattern with a finger, but I lose the thread whenever it disappears around the back or between his legs. I do notice that his cock twitches every time my finger approaches it, but I’m too engrossed in the work of art on his skin to notice.
He laughs. “I can honestly say that this is the first time someone has told me to ‘forget my dick.’”
I wave a dismissive hand, rolling my eyes. “This is incredible, Rhett. What does it mean?”
He growls, snatching my hand away from his skin. I suck in a sharp breath, eyes flying to his. The heat is back, his mouth twisted in a savage smirk.
“We can talk about my ink another time. I’m not done with you just yet. Or did you think a few orgasms would get you out of taking my cock in that perfect cunt?”
I shake my head vigorously, squeaking as Rhett squeezes my wrist a little. “No, sir.”
Rhett’s dark chuckle makes me shiver for an entirely different reason. “Good girl. I’m going to bind your hands, since you’re having trouble keeping them to yourself. I’ve got shears on the side table if you need out, okay?”
It’s getting easier to see when Rhett is being dominant and when he’s not, the change in his voice, the softening around his eyes. Knowing that this is just pretend, that he can turn it off whenever he needs settles something restless in my gut. I feel safer, and it’s easier to turn off the swirl of my thoughts and nod my consent. He kisses me again, and I moan into his mouth, leaning into his embrace.
When Rhett pulls away, he guides me onto my back and takes my wrists in his hands, stretching my arms above me. I look up to see him slipping a coil of emerald green rope around my wrists, and I inhale as he pulls the loop tight. I test the bond, pulling but not with the intent to escape. I’ve only got a few inches of slack, but the way my wrists sit isn’t uncomfortable. Rhett sits back, and I settle my legs on either side of him, opening and presenting my core.
“Such a good girl, opening for me. You are so perfect, Lydia,” he breathes, eyes bright with emotion.
I feel my face heat as he sits back on his heels between my legs, suddenly feeling very exposed as his eyes roam up and down my body with undisguised need. I tuck my chin, opening my legs to allow him access to my swollen sex. Rhett hums with satisfaction, and I try not to squirm as I hear him ripping a foil package and popping the cap on a bottle. I close my eyes and turn my face away, trying to calm my anxious thoughts. I feel his weight settle over me, and a gentle hand on the back of my head brings my head back around.
“Lydia, look at me, please,” he whispers softly.
The change in his tone makes me open my eyes and meet his gaze as he hovers over my face. I feel him guiding his cock against me, spreading a combination of lube and my own juices around my opening. Every brush of his blunt tip against my clit sends a jolt through me.
“I see all of you, and there isn’t a single inch of you that doesn’t make me ache with need. You never have to hide from me, and I won’t ever run.”
His words stir something in me, and the emotion welling in his eyes makes my stomach do cartwheels even as he presses forward, sliding his hard length into my tight heat. We gasp in unison; the sensations making my head spin as he moves slowly, backing off and advancing, working more of his cock in with every roll of his hips. When he finally bottoms out, we stay still for a long moment, eyes locked. His chest heaves in short pants, and I lose myself in the expression of awe and desire spreading across his face.
Rhett moves again, hips snapping with sharp thrusts that hit me deep and knock the wind out of me as he touches that sweet spot with each move. His hands grip my thighs hard enough that I’m sure I’m going to have bruises later, rocking my hips back to meet his as he picks up speed. The feral beauty that takes over his face as he sits back slightly makes me whine. I want to touch him, feel the flex of his muscles as he drives into me again and again. His hands move up to my breasts, squeezing and kneading them with exactly the right amount of pressure to make my eyes flutter closed. I lose myself again in the rising tide of sensation, the pain of Rhett’s fingers pinching my nipples and the bone deep pleasure with each brush of his cock over my nerves.
“Rhett—” I gasp, neck arching back.
I yelp when his hand cracks along the outside of my thigh, pain blooming behind it even as my pussy clenches. I moan as his hips stutter, making him growl with savage delight. I whimper as he moves one of my legs down and pulling the other up to his shoulder, twisting my hips until I lay partially on my side with his cock still buried inside of me.
“Try that again, little one,” he snarls, slowing to grind deep inside.
“Sir! I’m sorry, sir! Fuck,” I shout, eyes flying open at the change and how this position somehow lets him touch places I didn’t know existed.
“Very good. Now... beg,” Rhett snaps, pushing deep inside and holding still.
I moan, trying to roll my hips and take him more. Another slap makes me groan, and the fullness of his cock inside my throbbing, aching slit is enough to bring tears to my eyes.
“Please, sir, please—”
“Please, what?”
“Please make me come! Please make me come on your cock!”