More? Curiosity rose. “You’re in charge.”
“Exactly.” He paused. “Becki, I do anything you don’t like, tell me to stop.”
She lifted herself on her elbows so she could meet his gaze. “Are you worried I won’t enjoy what you’re about to do?”
“Oh no, I think you’ll enjoy it a lot, but I had to warn you. You have total control. Say stop, and I will.”
“Go for it.” Saying stop was the last thing on her mind.
CHAPTER 21
Marcus brought her to the middle of the room, standing her on the soft area carpet in front of the fireplace. She smiled, head tilted to the side. He couldn’t resist pressing a kiss against her cheek before stepping away to flick on the gas control.
Becki laughed. “Did I say decadent? Spoiled rotten is more like it.”
“You get to enjoy the results. Are you complaining?”
“Not so far.” She stretched her fingers toward the flame. “I should move to a tropical island or something. Why am I here in the Rockies where it’s still snowing in May?”
He pulled over the footstool, placing it the perfect distance from the heat. “Because it’s the Rockies.”
“Right.”
She stared at him from under her lashes. Marcus waited long enough to make her squirm. “Sit.”
Becki moved slowly, centering herself on the footrest. She sat with her legs slightly apart. She rolled her neck slowly, stretching the muscles lazily like a cat.
“Comfy?” he asked, moving forward to squat at her side. He stroked his hand down her back and caressed her ass, circling up to trail his fingertips along her spine.
Her words seemed to contradict the shiver that rolled over her. “The leather is soft and warm.”
“Put your arms behind you,” he commanded.
She caught her fingers together. The position brought her into a slight arch, firm breasts thrust out proudly. He stroked his forefinger up her body and between the smooth rounds, pausing to cradle one in the palm of his hand.
Becki wiggled against him, obviously looking for more. And he was so willing to give to her. But first . . .
He leaned in and kissed her again. Just a tease. Pulling away before more than a whisper of response escaped her. Marcus grabbed his gym bag and pulled out the soft hemp rope he had coiled inside.
When he returned to the footrest, she was watching intently. Her smile was gone, replaced with something else.
“Are you afraid?”
She shook her head. Didn’t speak.
He dropped the rope to the floor, the mass hitting with a solid thump. Becki never broke eye contact. Focused on him and him alone. She’d played with ropes before, that much was obvious. As was the way she felt about them. “I can’t surprise you, can I?”
“I figured you knew your way around a rope or two.” She exhaled the words. Slow. Even. Already slipping into the mindset of being totally cocooned and protected.
Marcus bent and grabbed the rope about a foot from the end. Brought it up and draped it over Becki’s shoulder. Dragging the weight forward so it stroked her skin.
Becki squirmed, her intake of air a little more jerky. She caught herself before he needed to talk her through it, deliberately breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth—a climber’s refocusing trick, and Marcus smiled.
She knew what she needed. She trusted him to give it to her.
“Hold this,” he ordered, laying the rope end in her palms.
She opened them wide for a second before closing her fingers over the cord. He pressed her shoulders down, making her shift into a more relaxed position, hands close to her ass.
Then he began. He held the extra rope away by hooking it over his left elbow, allowing his right hand to control the loose portion. Up over her right shoulder. Across her torso and between her breasts. One loop settling around her body. The rest just above it. Trapping her in an erotic spider’s web.
Her breathing echoed softly, mingling with the crackle of the fireplace. Rain splashed outside the windows. A hushed noise from the rope as he manipulated it. His own laboured breathing as the sight of her turned him on more and more.
When he tucked the final loop into place so it wouldn’t come undone, he was as hard as a spike. “Still with me?”
“Hmm, yeah.”
Her eyes were closed as he knelt, her upper body swaying.
“I’m going to touch you. Take care of you. Let me take you where you need to go.”
She nodded.
He gazed at his handiwork. The ropes crossed above and below her naked breasts, two strands running between them to frame and lift the tender mounds like a rope bra. The rest of it was coiled around her abdomen, locking her arms in position. He leaned in closer, stroking one breast, then the other. Smooth motions, avoiding her nipples. Paying attention to all the soft surfaces before moving in and caring for the tight tips. He covered one with his mouth, wetting it and sucking the tiny ring. Switching sides, listening to the changes in her breathing and sensing how she pressed forward looking for more.
She spread her thighs when he tapped the inside of her legs.
“God, you’re wet,” he praised, before drawing his fingers along her folds and finding the tight bundle of nerves at the top. Marcus played with the clit bar, stroking it gently even as he returned to tasting her breasts. He couldn’t get enough of her.
She shuddered and came far quicker than he’d expected. Head thrown back, a groan of pleasure escaping her lips. He stood and adjusted her, guiding her to lie belly down over the footrest. Her ass bent over the edge, thighs spread wide.
He ran his hand over her wet cunt, dipping his fingers in. Enjoying the evidence of how turned on she was. Sitting on the floor, he covered her with his mouth.
“Oh yes.” Becki wiggled under his attention, small noises sneaking from her, somewhere between moans and gasps as he licked from top to bottom, lapping at her. Playing with her clit before dragging all the way to the tight rosette of her ass. Her taste filled him. Drove him mad. He speared his tongue into her, fucking her with it. Eating greedily as she grew wetter for him. Because of him.
Then he rose over her and lined up his cock, dragging the fat crown up and down against her opening until she arched as hard as possible. Pressing her ass toward him, trying to get him to enter her.
He gave her what she wanted and angled in. Slowly, captivated by the sight of his cock vanishing into her warmth, relishing the sensation as her body wrapped around him like his rope was wrapped around her.
Tight heat. Slick wetness. He caught hold of the ropes and used them as an anchor. Becki called his name and her cunt squeezed him, catching him by surprise yet again.
“So beautiful.” So responsive. He drove all the way in and paused, savouring the rippling of her body as her orgasm rocked on and on. Every time the pulses slowed, he dragged back and pressed in again, prolonging her pleasure like some hedonistic torture.
When she finally sighed lustily, he thrust. Pushing her to the limits. Pounding into her, the fronts of his thighs slapping against her legs, balls banging her clit on the end of every stroke.
His climax approached and he exploded, her tight passage tearing pleasure from him, ripping his seed loose and making his mind go blank for a moment.
He covered her with his body, surrounding her, holding her close, pushing away the hair that lay over her sweaty cheek. Still intimately connected, hearts racing. The presence of the rope between them barely registered, it was so soft and warm from her skin.
He withdrew, moisture following him as her cunt tightened in response, and Becki moaned. He lifted her. Untied her. Let the rope fall unminded to the floor as he carried her to the shower and held her in his arms, waiting for her to come back from the place she was.