She rests her forehead against the wall. Sucks a breath through her teeth. "Yes."
"Yes?"
"I do." Her voice is heady. Already lost. "I want someone to watch. I want this… to know we might get caught. To know someone might see."
I tug at the tie to test her restraints.
She groans. "Ian." Her fingers curl into her palms. "Please."
"Please?"
"Yes… please. Fuck me."
"You have to earn that, vixen."
She responds with a groan.
I run my hand over the backline of her dress. From her shoulder blade to the small of her lower back.
Then back up.
Back down.
"You wore this to torture me?" I pull the zipper a centimeter.
She nods into the wall. "Yes."
"You think of me when you dress?"
"Yes."
"You think of how much I'll want to tear off your clothes?"
"Always."
"Always?"
She softens. Melting into me. Into the wall. "Even when you aren't around. I wonder what you'd think. How you'd look at me. I love the way you look at me like you want to consume me."
"I do." I pull her zipper a little lower.
She whimpers.
Pain, pleasure, anticipation?
I'm not sure.
She's thoroughly pinned. No space between the two of us. No space for her to breathe.
It's necessary.
For her to feel I'm in control.
For the intimacy I crave.
For her to believe I might hurt her.
Is that what she wants?
I can pull her into my lap, roll her dress to her waist, spank her until she promises to behave.
But she is behaving.
She doesn't want punishment. She wants reward.
And I want to give it to her.
I pull the fabric over her arse. Push one strap off her shoulder.
She shudders as the fabric falls over her chest. "Ian… Please…"
This is what I need. Eve buzzing with anticipation, every molecule in her body tuned to me and me alone.
I need to be her universe.
Everywhere.
If this is the place I get it—
I tug at the tie again.
She lets out a groan. "Please…"
"Please?" I shift my hips so she can feel my hard-on. "Please pull harder?" I tug again. This time enough she arches over me.
She groans as her arse glides over my hard-on.
"Throw you on the bed?" I run my fingers over her shoulder. The strap of her frock.
She groans as I push the strap off her shoulder. As the fabric spills over her chest.
I bring my hand to her breast. Run my thumb over her nipple. "Fuck you right here? Against the wall. So hard your forehead bruises."
"Yes," she breathes.
"Ask for it."
"Ian…"
I tug at the tie. "Ask for it." I shift my hips, pinning her harder.
So much she can barely breathe.
But she does. She sucks a breath through her nose. Pushes one through her teeth.
"Please." She shifts her hips. Just barely. She hasn't got any room.
But it's enough to drive me insane.
I need to be inside her. Now. No teasing, no patience, no games.
I need to stay in control.
To stay her entire universe.
"Please?" I draw circles around her nipple. Harder and harder. Until her groan is pain as much as pleasure.
"Fuck me. Please."
"Fuck you?"
"On the bed. In front of the mirror."
"You want to watch?"
"Yes."
Fuck. I can't say no to that.
"Please." She just barely shifts her hips.
Yes. But not yet. I need to feel her this close. To feel every part of her body pressed against mine.
I push her dress off her hips.
Then her knickers.
She lets them fall to her feet.
"Not yet." I hold her in place as I do away with my clothes.
Then I bring my hands to her hips. Hold her body against mine.
Soak in all her warmth, her softness, her need.
She needs to be mine.
But it's not—
I don't know what's possible anymore. Only that I need her.
I press my lips to her neck. A soft kiss. Then harder.
Hard enough she groans.
Hard enough she whines.
I keep one hand on the tie binding her wrists. Bring the other to her hip. Tilt her just enough.
"Fuck." Her voice is pure need.
It's there. Everything I feel.
The bliss of my body joining hers.
The sweet softness of her cunt stretching to take me.
Slowly, I push inside her.
I hold her close. Inhale everything about the moment. The smell of her shampoo. The taste of her skin.
Then I pull back and push into her again.
She groans as her forehead presses into the wall.
Again.
Slow at first.
Then harder.
Hard enough her groans run together.
Hard enough she yelps. Turns her head. Reaches for release.
Part of the scene?
Or an actual request?
I promised to push her. I did. I have.
But right now—
My thoughts aren't straight enough. I don't trust myself enough.
I bring my hand to her throat.
She groans as I take a half-step back. Pull her with me.
Her eyes go to the floor. The wall. The mirror across from the bed.
Perpendicular to us.
She can't see our reflection.
She's reaching for it.
I hold her body against mine. Bring her to the bed. Push her onto it.
She lets her head roll to one side. Then the other. Her gaze shifts to the mirror.
She's desperate to watch.
And I—
Need more first.
I turn her over. Drop to my knees in front of her. Push her legs apart.
"Watch." I press my lips to her thigh. "Watch as you come on my face, vixen."
She responds with a groan. For a moment, her eyes fix on me. She stares at me like I'm the only thing she wants.
Then her gaze shifts to the mirror.
She watches as I pin her thighs to the bed. As I drag my lips up her leg.
Bring my mouth to her cunt.
She tastes like heaven.
And the way she shakes as I lick her—
I take one moment for myself. To taste every fucking part of her.
Then I bring my mouth to her clit. To the spot she likes.
She gasps as I flick my tongue against her. "Fuck." Her breath hitches.
I dig my nails into her skin as I flick my tongue against her.
Again and again.
Until she's writhing against my hands.
Until she's there.
I pull back to take in our reflection. The pleasure spreading over her expression. The arch of her back. The bind of her wrists.
My hands on her thighs.
I keep her on the edge for one perfect moment.
Then I bring my mouth to her clit. Give her exactly what she needs.
She groans as I flick my tongue against her.
Again and again.
Until she's there, groaning my name as she comes on my lips.
I work her through her orgasm. Then I rise. Flip her onto her back. Redo her binding.
Through the mirror, she makes eye contact. Stares at me with all the need and trust in the world.