He hasn’t moved his body, his eyes traveling from my naked body to the rope at the end of the bed.
“Mackenzie.” He groans, and then takes one step toward me.
“I want this,” I rush out, not wanting him to reject me or stop this. “I need this.” He slowly takes another step toward me, licking his lips in a slow, sensual way. The last couple of days I’ve been going over everything in our relationship, and I didn’t know what was holding me back. Until I realized I never gave Beau full control. It kind of became lost in the mess our life has become.
“Haven’t had my cock in you since Kelly’s accident and you want me to do this?” I can see his apprehension and possible confusion, but I can’t have him second-guessing this. I need the controlling man I fell in love with.
“Beau, I need this. I need you to make me feel. Make this doubt go away.” He drops his cut to the floor and rips his shirt over his head.
Leaving his jeans in place, he takes four large steps to the end of the bed, places his knee to the comforter and crawls up over me.
“Doubt?”
“That I’m not good enough for you.” I hold his stare, willing him to take it away.
“You’re more than enough.”
“I believe you believe it, but I need you to show me.” He closes his eyes and sits back on his heels.
“You sure you want this?” His eyes darken as he looks down at me.
“Never been surer. I’m ready.” He doesn’t reply. Instead, he leans back and reaches for the rope.
“Are you going to listen to everything I say, Kenzie?” he asks, looping the rope around my left wrist and pulling it up over my head to secure it to the headboard.
“Yes, Beau.” I nod as he pulls it harder. The rope rubs against my skin, the friction making this all the more real. This is going to happen.
He reaches for my other hand and secures it next to the one above my head.
“I’m not going to do your feet tonight, darlin’. Want you to wrap these long legs around me later,” he tells me. My breath hitches when his mouth moves to my erect nipple, pulling it into his mouth and sucking hard.
“Ahh!” I arch at the sharp pain, before exhaling in pleasure.
“Who’s this body belong to Mackenzie?” He pulls back, circling my wet nipple with his finger.
“You, always you,” I answer, knowing it’s the truth.
“And who controls this body, Kenzie?” He lowers his mouth just above my other nipple, waiting for my answer.
“You, Beau. Always you.” His lips wrap around my nipple when I answer correctly, sucking it with the same intensity as the first one. Pain sears through me before he strokes me back to pleasure.
“You have the prettiest nipples I’ve ever seen.” He draws back, and gently blows a breath over it. My hands pull on my restraints, my natural instinct to touch him takes over. I blow a frustrated breath realizing I just gave my control up. No touching.
“Tsk, tsk.” He sits up and watches me with a deep hunger before reaching over into his nightstand and pulling out a small package. “I got these for you a couple of weeks back,” he murmurs, pulling out a small black box. My eyes grow wide seeing the image on the package.
Nipple clamps.
“Are you going to use them on me?” He reaches in and pulls out what looks like a long metal chain with a clamp on either end.
“Yes,” is all he says, before throwing the empty box to the side and coming back to hover over me.
“Been dreaming about using these on you since the first time I had you.” He dips his head low, and pulls my nipple between his teeth for a few seconds before letting it go.
“Holy shit.” I breathe through the light sting. “Is it gonna hurt?” I watch him trail the cool metal over my breasts and around my nipple.
“No, darlin’. It’s gonna feel good. Everything I do to you is gonna feel good.” He clicks his tongue against his teeth as he reaches for my nipple. Squeezing it tightly between his thumb and finger, he uses his free hand to press one of the clamps open then places it over my erect nipple. The smooth metal tingles to begin with as he releases the clamp, letting it squeeze down slowly before slightly tightening it with a small screw on the side.
I draw in a sharp breath through my teeth, the sting unlike anything I’ve ever felt before pushes me out of my comfort zone.
“How’s it feel?” he asks, pulling back to have a better look.
“It stings.” I start to pant, not sure if I’m in pain or highly turned on, and have no idea what I’m talking about.
“Good.” He moves over to my other nipple. Repeating the same actions, he squeezes my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, before slowly and gently releasing the clasp onto my swollen nipple. He fiddles with the tightening screw before resting back.
“Fucking hell, darlin’.” His finger circles my left nipple, trailing it over the clamp, down the metal chain over to my right nipple. “It’s even better in real life.” He leans down and flicks his tongue over my nipple.
His cock grows harder against my stomach, but I can’t give it too much thought. I’m lost in a haze. He repeats the same action back over to my left nipple.
When he’s happy with his work, he slides down my body, trailing soft, wet kisses on my skin. His beard scratches along my stomach, as every inch of me comes alive. Every touch and each breath brings me to the crest of something bigger.
“Spread wider for me, darlin’,” he orders. When he settles his body between my legs, his warm breath dances over my skin. Doing as I’m told, I part my legs, exposing myself to him.
A hiss passes his lips as his eyes settle on my exposed pussy.
“I want you to come on my face. Been thinking about it every day for the last month,” he tells me before running his nose between my legs, breathing me in.
“Oh, God, Beau.” My hips leave the bed as I squirm against him, seeking more friction.
“Ass to the bed or I will tie your feet.” He looks up, his eyes glass over with a new level of power and I drop my ass fast. “Good girl.” He takes his gaze back to my pussy before ever so lightly flicking his tongue over my clit. It’s like it almost didn’t happen.
“More,” I whimper. Forcing my ass to stay on the bed, I pull against my restraints instead.
I’m like a starved woman, just needing to be touched.
“Patience, Mackenzie.” He grins back up at me, and I have to curb my desire to kick him.
“Beau.” I can barely recognize my own voice. My plea sounds pained.
“Trust me, darlin’. This is going to be worth every agonizing second.” He dips his face back between my legs and blows a warm breath over everything except my clit.
Fucker.
I’m so wound up, I don’t know if I can keep it up.
“Please, Beau.” I’m at his mercy and the longer he keeps playing with me, the more my mind starts to daze.
“What do you need, darlin’?” His fingers wrap around my ankle, before slowly sliding up my leg.
“Yes, more. I need more.” His hand rises over my knee, up the inside of my thigh, before slightly grazing my bare lips.
“Ughhh.” I release a pissed-off groan when he doesn’t apply any pressure. His soft chuckle tells me this isn’t going to end any time soon.
“The more you fight this, the more I’m gonna hold this off.” I still my body, and try to clear my mind.
Okay, I can do this. Relax.
I let a slow and deliberate breath out, forcing my body to focus on what he’s doing and not what I need. Every delicate stroke, every almost brush, it’s like every spot he’s not touching is more alive than where he is.
“That’s it, darlin’, let me play you like you were made to be played.” He presses his lips on the inside of my thigh, and carefully guides himself up. His beard draws out the anticipation. Where his lips or tongue don’t touch, the rough hair scrapes, bringing a whole new level of sensation.