I held my breath, waiting for the moment when he would slide his tongue through my pussy, when I could grind on his mouth to come.
“Lay down.”
I opened my eyes. “Lay down?”
He stood next to me.
“That’s what I said.” His voice had taken on a hard edge, and I realized I wasn’t supposed to question him.
I licked my lips.You can say no.
But you have to mean it.
I lay on my back, naked and trembling, not from fear but from the desire coursing through my body.
He stepped out of his sweats and my eyes widened on his dick.
It wasn’t like I’d never seen a guy’s dick before. I was a virgin but I wasn’t a nun. I’d made out with guys, had even given a couple of guys a hand job. But those had been clumsy encounters, aborted by their knowledge of my virginity.
And I’d never looked at a man’s dick. Not up close like this and definitely not while he stared down at my naked body like I was a pool of water and he couldn’t wait to dive in.
Plus I’d never looked at a man’s dick as part of his entire naked body. Jagger stood in front of me, his inked arms bulging, shoulders wide. His chest was like a wall of granite, and my fingers itched to trace the images etched onto his smooth skin.
His waist tapered to the corded plane of his abs, his dick long and wide, jutting between athletic thighs like a soldier ready to go to war.
His eyes traveled the length of my body, drinking me in slowly, like he had all the time in the world. I squirmed under the scrutiny of his gaze and my pussy got even wetter when I saw the unmistakable lust in his eyes.
“Fucking travesty,” he said.
“What is?”
“That nobody else has ever fucked your beautiful body. Although I won’t pretend to be mad that we’ll be the first.”
He reached for the drawer in one of the nightstands and removed a black rope.
My pulse raced. “What’s that?”
“Nothing to be scared of, mouse. We’re just going to keep your arms out of the way while I eat your pussy.”
He stood at the head of the bed, his dick inches from my face. I was surprised by the urge to taste him, to lick his thick crown, take him deep in my mouth.
He fitted one end of the rope around my wrists and I saw that cuffs were built into either end, connected by the twisted length of black rope between them.
He tightened one of the cuffs around my left wrist, then pulled my other hand over my body to fasten the other cuff around my right wrist. Now I was tied up, my wrists bound and connected to each other by a two-foot length of the black rope.
“As long as you do what I say we won’t have to tie you to the bed.” He reached into the nightstand for a second time and removed a strip of deep purple fabric.
He held an end of the purple silk in each hand and climbed onto the bed, straddling my chest.
Now I was getting scared. “What are you going to do with that?”
“Cover your eyes.” His dick was smooth and warm against my chest. “Trust me, little mouse, it’s going to make you even hotter. Now lift your pretty head.”
I did and he knotted the fabric at the back of my head, then leaned back to adjust it over my eyes.
Everything went black and panic rose in me all over again: my hands were tied, my eyes covered.
I’d never felt so vulnerable, not even when I’d been chained to the tunnel wall, because at least then I’d been able to see what the Hawks were doing to me.