He didn't say anything.
"Hi, I'm Keira," I awkwardly put my hand out for him to shake.
He looked down at my hand and then back up at me. "I don't want to start over." He stepped toward me, pressing my back against the wall.
I swallowed hard. "I don't want to start over either..."
He leaned down, silencing me with a kiss. His kiss was soft at first, but seemed to grow with intensity every second, until he was kissing me more passionately than he ever had. He grabbed my thighs, lifting my legs around him. I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh.
If this was the security he needed, I'd give him whatever he wanted. I wanted him to understand how much I cared about him. And it didn't matter that he had purposely hurt my feelings ever since he moved in. All that mattered was that he wanted to be with me now. And that he had come back.
"Promise you won't leave me like that again."
"I promise." His lips moved to my neck, placing hard kisses down to my clavicle.
"When we fight we have to work it out together. You can't just walk out on me."
"Or maybe I'll just punish you next time," he whispered in my ear. His words brought that familiar pull in my stomach.
"Do you want to punish me right now?" I thought about being blindfolded in his room. And then I thought about how he had aroused me with a spoon. I felt myself blushing.
There seemed to be a glint in his eyes when I asked. "Yes."
I wanted him to do whatever he needed to forgive me. And I was more than curious what he used the handcuffs for on his bedpost. "Then do it."
I saw his Adam's apple rise and fall. His hands slid to my ass as he pulled me off the wall and walked over to his bedroom door.
Suddenly all I could hear was my heart beating. I had thought I lost him. But here he was, looking at me the same way he had before our fight. Everything was back to normal. Except I was dripping wet with anticipation of what he was going to do to me. Rory kicked his door shut with his foot and tossed me down on his bed.
"Get undressed," he said as he stared down at me.
My hands were shaking as I slowly lifted off my tank top. The intensity he was staring at me with made me nervous. It was almost like he was seeing me undress for the first time.
Rory hooked his index finger in the middle of my bra and pulled me to my feet. "This next." He let go of my bra.
I quickly reached behind my back, unhooked my bra, and pulled the straps down my shoulders.
His eyes ran down my torso and landed on my yoga pants. He looked back up at me, arching his eyebrow.
I loved when he challenged me. I pushed my yoga pants and thong down my hips and thighs and kicked them off. God I wanted him.
His eyes wandered over my naked body, turning me on even more. He was looking at me like I was the sexiest thing he had ever laid his eyes on.
"Your turn," I said, looking at his shirt.
He smiled at me and shook his head. "That's not how this works, Keira."
"But..."
"Fine. I'll give you this one thing." He slowly pulled off his shirt, revealing his perfectly sculpted torso.
I looked at his chiseled abs and moved my legs together. I didn't want him to be able to see how aroused I was.
He smiled as he looked at my pressed together thighs. "But now you can't ask for anything else." There was a glint in his eyes.
And I realized I had made a mistake. I thought about when we had fucked me in the kitchen and he hadn't let me come for a long time. Is that what he was going to do to me? Even if I begged him to please me? I bit my lip.
"Sit in the middle of the bed."
I already wanted to beg him. And he hadn't even touched me. I turned around and climbed onto his bed. I watched him go over to his dresser and pull out a tie. My breathing hitched as he walked back to me.
The last thing I saw was his smile as he placed the tie in front of my eyes. His fingers didn't touch me at all, only the silky fabric. I so badly wanted him to touch me.
"Put your hands out in front of you."
I followed his instructions. A chill ran down my spine as I heard the clang of metal. A second later I felt the handcuffs being secured around my wrists. Again, he didn't touch me at all. Fuck.
"Lie down and lift your arms above your head."
I lifted my arms above my head as soon as I lay down. I felt the mattress sag slightly near my head and Rory tugged the middle of the handcuffs. When he got off the bed, I realized that I could barely move at all. He had somehow attached the handcuffs to his bed post. My heart started to beat faster. I had never been so exposed in my life. After a few seconds I started to feel nervous. Why isn't he touching me? "Rory?" My voice sounded so needy.
The bedroom door opened.
"Rory?!" I pulled on the handcuffs, but the metal dug into my wrists. "Rory?" I heard the fridge open and a cabinet shut. What the hell is he doing?
A second later I heard the door close again. Something clinked against his nightstand. A glass maybe?
The bed sagged between my thighs. I spread my legs, hoping that he'd touch me. I wanted his tongue, his mouth, his fingers. Anything.
I could feel the warmth radiating off his body as he leaned over me, yet the only part of him touching me were his thighs, insuring that mine stayed spread wide. A second later, something freezing cold touched my nipple. I gasped and tried to move, but I was locked in place. Shit that's cold! I squirmed some more.
As he encircled my nipple, I felt the wetness. An ice cube. He continued to tease my nipple with the ice cube as my body got used to the sensation.
A moan escaped from my lips as the ice cube dipped between my breasts. Rory moved the ice cube to my other nipple, encircling it, making both my nipples harden in response.
He moved the ice cube back between my breasts and released it from his mouth. I felt it slide down my torso, stopping in my bellybutton. My whole body shivered as the ice cube began to melt.
The warmth of his tongue between my breasts was a welcome sensation and I moaned again. His tongued traced the path of the ice cube and lapped up the excess water in my bellybutton. He kissed my stomach before taking the ice cube back into his mouth and traveling lower.
God yes. I lifted my hips, but that just made him move even slower.
"Please, Rory," I panted.
He put the ice cube against my clit and I gasped again. I tried to move my arms. It was too cold.
He pressed his nose against my clit, giving me a short reprieve, before plunging the ice cube deep inside of me with his tongue.
Oh God.
The metal from the handcuffs dug into my skin as my whole body shivered. It seemed even colder inside of me. His tongue moved the ice cube around inside of me, deeper and deeper. It was too...amazing.
I tilted my head back. He was going to make me come. But right before I did, the ice cube and his tongue were gone.
"No. Rory, please don't stop. I'm so close." I almost wanted to cry. I felt desperate for his tongue to be back inside of me. I pulled on my restraints again. "Please," I begged.
His cold lips pressed against mine and I immediately opened my mouth. Instead of his tongue, he dropped the ice cube into my mouth.
"I know, Keira." He ran the tip of his nose down the length of mine.
The ice cube was oddly sweet. I realized that it was my own juices I was tasting. Why did that arouse me even more? At this point I felt like anything would arouse me.