Page 38 of Twisted Throne

My cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“I know it was stupid, and you’re right, I should have known better.” I dropped my eyes down to my lap, blinking furiously to try and hold back tears. I was expecting him to continue chastising me, and rightly so, but he was silent. I looked back up at him and his face softened slightly, eyes narrowing as he studied me.

Paul frowned at me, and the muscle in his jaw twitched.

“How did you manage to get your arm free?” he asked suddenly.

“Really? That’s what you want to talk about?” I laughed. “You don’t take dance lessons for most of your life without getting flexible.”

His eyes raked over my body.

“Oh?” he said with a smirk. “Just how flexible?”

“Why don’t you come here and find out?”

I tried to sound flirty and smooth. But my heart was hammering in my chest and all I wanted him to do was rip my clothes off. Maybe I wanted to prove myself. Maybe it was the narrow escape. Maybe it washim.

Moving to the bed, he sat down on the edge of it. He glanced down to where my hands were still scrunching the fabric of the linen sheet between them. Reaching out, he clasped my hands in his and turned my arms over to inspect the rope burns that slashed across my wrists from where the ropes and cut into my skin. Goosebumps rose on my skin at his touch.

He lifted my wrist to his mouth and pressed his lips to the angry red mark. It stung, but the sting turned to a tingling surge that washed up my arm. A mixture of pain and pleasure coursed throughout my body.

I whimpered and he lifted his eyes to mine as he continued to kiss his way up my arm. He stopped when he reached my shoulder, then lifted my other wrist to his mouth. I tried to wriggle closer, to bring his mouth closer to my center.

He pushed me back with one hand. “Clearly you need to learn some patience, bella.”

“Paul!” I cried out.

Heat radiated throughout my body. My skin was electric, his every touch burning through me like wildfire.

“I like hearing my name on your lips,” he said softly before he pulled back and jerked the blanket off of me and tossed it onto the floor.

He rose and strode to the door, twisting the lock on the doorknob, then made his way back to where I lay, waiting. Paul stopped at the foot of the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt.

“Strip,” he said, the firmness in his voice leaving no room for argument.

I wore only panties and an oversized T-shirt. I slipped my shirt over my head and set it to the side. The cool air from the ceiling fan caused my nipples to tighten. I reached down to grasp the waistband of my silk panties, then hesitated, heat rising to my cheeks.

“Now,” he growled. His shirt was now off, and my eyes were drawn to the bulge in his pants as he unbuckled his belt.

My heart felt as if it was going to thump out of my chest. I raised my hips up, and slid my damp panties down to my ankles, then kicked them off into the floor.

I felt my pussy grow even wetter, pulsing with heat andneed asPaul looked me over from head to toe. I squirmed under his examination, unconsciously pressing my legs together.

“None of that,” he said, sharply.

He dropped his pants to the floor and moved to the bed. His hands were on my thighs, pressing them open. I reached down and grabbed at his arms, but he brushed them aside as he pushed my legs even further apart, exposing me to him fully.

“Already wet I see,” he said, looking up at me with one eyebrow raised.

He dipped his finger between my slick folds and brought it to his lips, smiling.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasped.

“Don’t worry,soubrette,” he said. “I fully plan on fucking you senseless, but not just yet.”

I moaned as he brought his head down between my legs to kiss my inner thighs, but always stopping just short of my needy pussy. When he finally touched his tongue to my clit I grabbed onto his shoulders, digging my nails into his flesh as a bolt of pleasure slammed through my body.

His tongue licked and teased around my clit, and before the remnants of pleasure had waned fully he was building me back up again. I writhed under his touch. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, locking me into place as his lips wrapped around my throbbing clit.