He circled her, stopping behind her to massage her shoulders and stroke her back. Up and down, up and down. The tight muscles running the length of her torso loosened their vise grip and she sighed.
“Much better. How are you doing?”
“Good, sir.”
She was desperate for his mouth on hers and for him to take her in his arms. She needed him to caress her ass, lick her clit, finger her, and make her come, again and again. But she would have to wait for those treats and hope he doled them out at all.
With a gentle hand, he moved her hair, kissed each shoulder blade. She relished how his mouth hovered over her skin, the tiniest sound escaping his lips. She wanted to rip off the blindfold and watch him in the mirror. But she could imagine his perfect form as he continued pampering her.
Reaching around, he caressed her chest and abdomen, but refused to touch her aching nipples. Depriving her of what she needed both riled and aroused her. When he glided over her pussy to stroke the insides of her thighs, she shuddered in a breath.
“You stopped waxing.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I like you with pussy hair. Very sexy.”
“Mmm.” She relaxed further. “Thank you, Sinclair.”
He dotted her shoulders with gentle kisses. “I feel your tension slipping away.”
While her insides continued to throb, her trust in him remained that one constant. Because of that, she would relinquish complete control. When that happened, he could relax her to the point of orgasm, yet make her believe it was all her. But Evangeline knew better. This was the only man she’d ever known who had this strong of an effect on her—both mentally and physically.
“Time to lie on the bed.”
“Yes, sir.”
He scooped her in his arms, took several steps, and lowered her onto the cool sheets.
“Raise your arms over your head.”
When she did, he secured both wrists to the bedposts using Velcro straps. “By not being able to see me or touch me—”
“I’ll focus on me.”
“Very good.” She could hear the approval in his voice. “Bend your knees,” he murmured. “Open yourself to me.”
She did as he instructed. Now, she was totally vulnerable, and quivering for his touch. He grew silent. Though she listened to his steady breathing, hers had gotten away from her again.
He climbed onto the bed.
Please, please go inside me.
The second he kissed her she arched up toward him. “Relax, Evangeline.”
A groan gushed out of her. She loved the grit in his voice, the sensual way he’d whispered her full name. That simple utterance rocked her to her core as emotion flooded her heart.
Sin planked over her, hungry to sink inside her sweet, hot flesh and take them both to the ultimate ecstasy. But that wasn’t going to happen tonight. Tonight, he needed her to relinquish control so he could give it back to her in a mind-blowing orgasm.
But she was fighting him on the basics. Tonight, she was like a kite on an endless line of string that he couldn’t tether to the ground. Her breathing was erratic and her perfectly sublime body was wound too tightly.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“I do.”
Like earlier on the airplane, she’d calmed down once she got her breathing under control. Then, however, she had the advantage of seeing and touching him, something he was denying her of tonight. In order for her to achieve her goal, she needed to draw from her own willpower and strength. Relying on him wouldn’t empower her.
When he ran his fingers down the center of her chest, over her breasts, to her abs and then to the apex of her pussy, she squirmed. He kissed the insides of her thighs and she arched off the bed. Her sounds were deep and needy, and his balls ached from the loss.
“Concentrate on relaxing your toes.” One by one, he stroked them. Her toes were long and elegant, her nails painted blood red.
He worked his way up her body, his words and touch designed to relax her. By the time he reached her shoulders, she’d stopped writhing on the bed. Instead of pursing her lips, she moistened them with her tongue.
“Very good.”
She released another long, luxurious sigh. “Thank you, sir.”
He loved that she called him that, though that was her doing. His BDSM rules of play were simple. Consent and communication topped the list. He would never play with anyone who wasn’t coherent and sober. He never did drugs and wouldn’t play with anyone who did them, either. And like all things in his life, he usurped all the control.
But he hadn’t played with anyone in so long, he’d almost forgotten how.
Almost.
He pressed his lips to hers and kissed her. Her gritty groan sent streaks of white-hot heat through him and he deepened the kiss. He supported himself with one hand while he caressed her full breast with the other, avoiding her very erect nipple.
On a deep moan, she arched off the bed, pressing her wet pussy against him. His lips curved and he broke the kiss. Panting, she smiled back. So much for relaxing.
He kissed her ear, the nape of her neck, her collarbone, and inched his way closer and closer to her protruding nipple until his mouth covered the hard nib.
“Oh, yes, yes,” she cried out.
Feasting on her erect buds turned him hard as fuck. Knowing she loved having the underside of her breasts kissed, he did that. “That feels so good,” she reaffirmed.
“How are you doing?”
“I’m on fire. I want you so badly.”
I want you, too, Evangeline. So fucking much.
Cupping her beautiful pussy, he caressed the soft folds to her pleas for release. “More, take me, please.”
He slid three long fingers inside her heat and she moaned with delight. Yanking on the constraints, she thrashed back and forth while he pleasured her. And then, just as she was about to come undone, he placed his mouth on her.
Jesus, he’d missed her sweet pussy. Breathing deep, he immersed himself in her, letting his tongue relish in her soft folds and hard clit. Within seconds, her body jerked violently on the bed while she cried out his name. He didn’t just love bringing her the ultimate pleasure…he craved it.
Inwardly, he smiled. Evangeline Worthington was exactly as she’d always been. Easy to teach and just as easy to bring to orgasm.
Her convulsions subsided and she relaxed into the mattress. He kissed her tender flesh, working his way back toward her luscious mouth.
When he kissed her, she smiled. She’d relaxed, relinquished control, and climaxed. And with very little effort on his part. This tigress had turned into a pussycat in bed. Nothing had changed, except that he no longer missed her. And he would do whatever was necessary to ensure he never missed her again.
He removed her blindfold and sated eyes blinked up at him. As he peered into them, something beyond her beauty took his breath away. She was the best medicine for his suffering soul. And her happiness would get him through one more day.
“God, I’ve missed all the sexy things you used to do to me,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “But not as much as I’ve missed you.”
Her unexpected honesty touched him.
“Please go inside me. I need you to fuck me.”
He unstrapped her wrists. “No.”
She leaned up on her elbows. “Don’t you want me?”