“Yes.”
He led her to the bed. Before she sat down, she cupped the hard bulge in his pants, rubbing it lightly as he hissed in a breath.
“Enough,” he said and pushed her hand away. He gave her a hard swat to the backside that made her squeal and jerk and rub at her butt.
“Lie down. I won’t ask you again,” he said.
Her stomach quivered at his hard tone. Not with fear but with something infinitely more pleasant.
She sank onto the bed, lying back in the middle of it as Gideon stretched out on his side next to her. Without a word, he dipped his head and captured her aching nipple between his lips.
“Gideon!” She threaded her fingers through his short dark hair, holding tight as he worried her nipple into an aching hardness that made her pussy ache and clench uselessly.
His hand was tugging on her other nipple and when he pinched it hard, she cried out, another one of those weird bolts of pleasure skating down her spine.
“Too hard, Princess?” He pinched again, watching her face as he did, and she arched her back.
“No, I-I like it,” she gasped out.
“Good.” He leaned down and sucked on her nipple again until it was so hard it was almost painful, and the light pink had darkened to a rose colour. “Have you ever had clamps on these sweet nipples, Gracie?”
“No,” she moaned. “Is that – is that something you want to do to me?”
“Yes,” he said without hesitation. “Very much so.”
She’d never once had any desire to try nipple clamps but the hungry look on Gideon’s face, that underlying pleasure beneath those hard pinches, made her suddenly interested in trying.
“I’d be,” she moaned when Gideon licked a path around her nipple and then nipped the soft underswell of her breast, “willing to give it a try.”
His hand tightened on her breast and a look of molten hot desire crossed his face. A muscle ticked in his jaw as he glanced at his closet. For a moment, she thought he was going to get off the bed before he relaxed against her and pressed a kiss between her breasts. “Not tonight. I don’t want to overwhelm you.”
She wanted to argue. Wanted to remind him that this was their only night together and if he wanted to use nipple clamps on her, tonight was the night. But his hand had moved to trace the waistband of her panties and she no longer cared about the damn clamps. What she cared about was getting off. The sooner the better.
“Show me your pussy, Princess.” She lifted her hips when he tugged on her panties. He pulled them down her legs and she kicked them off before parting her legs wide. His whispered, ‘good girl’, made her flush with happiness. Or maybe it was the touch of his finger against her clit that made her flush.
She gripped his bicep, squeezing it hard when he brushed his fingers in small barely-there circles against her throbbing clit.
“Gideon, more.” She squirmed on the bed, raising her hips to get the friction she needed.
“Shh, Princess,” he said.
“I need more,” she said.
“I know you do.” He rubbed a little harder and she moaned happily, letting her legs splay wide.
He threw one thick thigh over hers, pinning her leg down as he stroked the wet lips of her pussy. “I love how wet you are for me.”
“My clit,” she said. “Gideon, touch me.”
“I’m touching you.” He rubbed her pussy lips again before letting his finger rest against her core. She reared up against the pressure of his leg over hers, trying to take him inside of her, needing something to fill that aching emptiness.
“Stop,” he said.
She ignored him and bucked her hips upward again. The tip of his finger slipped inside of her and he pulled his hand back. She squeaked out a cry of shock when he slapped her pussy hard enough to sting.
“You do what I say in my bed. Remember the rules, Princess,” Gideon said.
She stared up at him. He waited, she imagined he was expecting her to safe word, and when she didn’t, he cupped her pussy again and rubbed it lightly. “Is your sweet pussy stinging?”
“Yes,” she said.
A pleased look crossed his face and – oh holy God – did she like that? Her pussy clenched and her clit throbbed. When Gideon resumed his light caresses of her clit, she couldn’t stand the teasing.
She needed to come like friggin’ yesterday, so she reached down, pushing past his hand to rub hard at her clit, exactly the way she liked it.
His long fingers curled around her wrist and he yanked her hand away. “This is my pussy, remember? Only I’m allowed to touch it.”
He released her hand and she could feel a sharp bite of impatience when he touched her clit with those light, fleeting glances. Fuck, was he trying to drive her mad? She needed more and she was tired of waiting.
“You’re not touching me right,” she complained.
“No, I’m not touching you the way you want me to,” he said with an infuriating grin. “There’s a difference.”
“I want to come,” she said.
“I’m sure you do. When I’m ready for you to come, you will.”
“Gideon, this isn’t funny,” she said. Irritation made her voice short. “I get that you like to tease but we have all night. So, let’s make this first one fast and give us both what we want, and then we can tease each other after that.”
“My bed. My rules.”
There was no give in his voice at all, and she glared at him before pushing his hand away. “I’ll do it myself then. I know what I like best.”
She had barely touched herself when Gideon sat up, grabbed both of her wrists and pulled them over her head. He pinned them to the mattress with one hand as he leaned over and opened the drawer of the nightstand with the other.
“What are you… oh shit,” she said.
She stared at the gleaming handcuffs in his left hand. “I’ll behave, Gideon.”
“You had your chance, Princess,” he said as he put the cuff around her left wrist and clicked it in place.
She stared at the cuff around her wrist, feeling frozen to the spot. Gideon’s headboard was steel with narrow vertical bars and she watched in silence as Gideon slid the other cuff around one of the bars.
Are you crazy, Gracie? You can’t let him handcuff you to the bed. You can’t! Safe word for God’s sake!
She opened her mouth as Gideon lifted her free wrist toward the open cuff. She needed to safe word, but the look on his face, the one that said he knew she was about to chicken out, made her shut her mouth and stare defiantly at him.
Without breaking her gaze, he slid the other cuff around her wrist and locked it into her place.
Trapped!
He leaned down and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Mine now, Princess.”
Her toes curled and her hips jutted upward uncontrollably at the heavy desire in his deep voice. She studied his eyes, the blue one had gone almost a wintry gray and the green one was a dark jade.
He rested a heavy hand on her stomach, smiling at the way he could feel her muscles quivering. “Comfortable?”
She pulled on the cuffs, another thrill of excitement and a little bit of fear zinging down her spine when there was no give at all. “Just peachy.”
He laughed and leaned down to kiss the tip of her nipple. “If you’d been a good girl, you wouldn’t have to be handcuffed while I eat your pussy.”