Pushing the panties off her thighs, her hair fell over her shoulders, brushing against her breasts, like whispers of silk. When she’d pulled them off, she held them out to him by the side string.
He didn’t take them. “Put them in my pants pocket.”
She had to take a step closer to reach him. Her gaze dropped to follow her hand and snagged on the thick ridge behind his zipper. Totally ruined the perfect cut of his slacks.
And made her want to drop to her knees and release him so she could suck on him.
“Kate, put it in my pocket then kneel on the bench facing away from me.”
A smart-ass comment leaped to the tip of her tongue but she found the strength to hold it back. Tonight, she’d give him what he wanted.
She did as he asked, using one hand to hold open the pocket and the other to slip the silk inside. She made sure she brushed against his erection, smiling when it jerked in response. Loving the way his jaw tightened and his eyes narrowed.
Testing Tyler’s control was fast becoming her favorite pastime.
She took her time withdrawing her hand before staring back up at him.
Her pussy felt slick and puffy and he hadn’t touched her yet.
Soon.
Finally, she turned toward the bench again.
And had the split-second urge to shake her head at the image she was about to present to him.
Submission.
Who would have thought she’d get off on this? But she was. Totally.
First one knee and then the other.
Bracing her hands on the top of the hump, she leaned forward. The leather was cool to the touch at first but she knew it would warm quickly.
Still, it was a shock, and her skin erupted in goose bumps as her stomach came into contact with it.
“Lean over it, Kate. And spread your legs a little. I’m going to cuff your ankles. Tight enough that you won’t be able to move your legs.” He paused and she knew he was about to ask for her permission. Luckily, he didn’t. If he had, she wasn’t sure she would have said yes.
She knew she could say no to anything, but she was determined to see this through. She wanted to see this through.
With the position of the bench . . . horse, he’d called it a horse—she couldn’t see what he was doing. She heard him moving around behind her, opening drawers and closing them. The clink of chain.
Leaning on the horse, she tried to breathe normally, but that was an impossibility. She was so turned on, she wanted to squeeze her thighs together to relieve some of the ache.
When his fingers circled her ankle, she started, biting back a moan at the conflicting rush of emotions.
“Easy, sweetheart. I’m not going to hurt you. And if I do, you can bet you’re going to like it.”
Jesus, she might just have a heart attack before he fucked her.
Which now sounded like such a crude word for what they were engaged in. For her, it went beyond just the act.
And if she were being truthful, it had from the beginning.
Closing her eyes, she just breathed.
And simply enjoyed the feel of his fingers on her skin. He stroked his fingertips up her calf before returning to her ankle. Hooking one fur-lined cuff to her left ankle, he pulled her legs farther apart so he could bind the other.
She felt more of a sense of exposure now than she had tied to her bed. Probably because this wasn’t his bedroom. And the fact that anyone could walk in at any moment heightened the sense that this was . . . wrong?
No, not wrong.
Bad. But in a good way.
She nearly choked on a gasp when he smacked her ass. Not hard. At least, not hard enough to hurt. Just enough to send bolts of blinding sensation straight to her pussy, followed by a heated caress.
“Do I need to bind your hands or will you be able to control yourself and hold on to the horse?”
Truthfully? She wasn’t sure.
“Bind my hands.”
His hand stilled on her ass and she held her breath, waiting for another smack.
Then she felt his breath against her ear. “Good choice. I think you’ll like it. But if you want out at any time, you only need to ask, Kate. And this is the only time I’ll say that.”
She nodded, not sure she could form coherent sentences.
“Put your hands out in front of you.”
She did as he said, heart pounding a mile a minute. She felt the insane urge to laugh at the situation, but she was so turned on, she almost felt like she was going to cry.
Get a grip.
She didn’t want Tyler to think she couldn’t handle this.
And really, what was there to handle? He’d told her she could call it quits at any time and he’d release her.
She didn’t want to be released.
Drawing in a shuddering breath, she looked up as Tyler appeared in front of her. He held a length of thin silver chain with a large carabiner on one end and two black leather cuffs on the other.
With an ease that only came from long practice—and didn’t that just make her totally wet—he wrapped the cuffs around her wrists then connected the carabiner to a loop below the opposite side of the bench.
The chain allowed for a bare minimum of movement as she tugged at it experimentally.
He ran his fingers along her jaw in a gentle caress before he disappeared behind her again.
Staring straight ahead, her gaze fixed on the large, glass-front cabinet on the far side of the room.
She couldn’t help but wonder if he was going to use any of the toys she’d seen in there.
Then again, the man didn’t need any help.
“Oh, my God.”
Her entire body tensed as he put his mouth on her pussy without any warning.
Using his lips and tongue to caress her sensitive flesh, he held her in place with his hands on her hips. It grounded her as his tongue flicked against her clit, circling the nub with lazy precision. Each wet flick drove her insane until he drew back to swipe along her already slick lips.
He lapped at her, slow and steady, taking his time, when all she wanted was for him to let loose, to make her writhe.
Instead he built her up with a slow, steady pace that made her fizzy and left her shaken. Pressure built in her womb, tightening like a slow-winding winch.
His tongue rasped against her labia, against her clit, his hands sliding down to clench her thighs, kneading her tight muscles.
If only he’d—
Yes.
She groaned, unable to form words as he forced his stiffened tongue into her slit and fucked her with it.
It was enough to relieve some of the ache. To make her sheath grasp at it, try to draw him in farther.
He refused to cooperate, moving at his own steady pace and working her into a state of bliss.
She had no idea how long she hung on the sharp edge of desire, but when he finally pushed her over with a gentle bite on her clit, she cried out his name as she came so hard, she thought she might have pulled the cuffs free.
As her body shook with her climax, she drifted in heat and lethargy.
Until she felt him moving behind her.
Though she didn’t think she’d be able to be aroused again so quickly, her libido stirred when she heard the sound of his zipper releasing.
Her teeth bit into her bottom lip as that sound echoed in the quiet room. Gulping in breaths of air, she waited to feel his thick shaft plunge between her lips and sink deep into her body.
Instead, she felt his hand, shockingly cool, cup her between her legs.
“You are so wet.” His voice caressed her in concert with his hand. “I can’t wait to slide inside you and fuck you until I can’t hold on any longer.”
Leaning against her, she felt the brush of his silk shirt against her back and the fine wool of his pants against her thighs.