“You can’t see a damn thing, can you, Starlin’? You don’t know if I’m about to pinch your nipple… bite your neck… or push two fingers deep inside you.”
She whimpered, hips twitching. I loved how desperate she sounded already. I circled that sensitive nub with firm strokes. Her thighs trembled, breath coming in sharp gasps.
She was so damn responsive. I sped up, feeling her throb under my touch, then pulled away completely.
“Brock,” she gasped. “More. Please.”
“Not yet,” I murmured, nipping her earlobe. “I’m barely getting started.”
I kissed the side of her neck, slow and open-mouthed. My fingers made quick work of the buttons down the front of her denim dress, pulling the fabric wide and pushing it down to bare her breasts. No bra. Just soft, warm skin.
I palmed her, thumb dragging circles over her tight nipple. She gasped, arching into my hand. I kept the pressure light, teasing, letting her feel every slow stroke while I kissed lower along her throat.
She let out another quiet moan. I kept kissing and nipping at her neck while I played with her nipples, rolling them between my fingers. My other hand gripped her hip, fingers digging in as I pulled her closer.
I reached between her thighs again and?—
Fuck, she was completely soaked. I let out a low groan.
“You’re dripping down your thighs already. Thinking about me fucking you while you’re blindfolded like this?”
She moaned, but didn't answer right away. Her breathing was ragged.
After a moment, she whispered, “Take it off, please.”
I reached up to loosen the knot.
“Of course, Starlin’,” I said softly. “We don’t have to use it.”
But before I could pull the silk away, she grabbed my arm, stopping me. She tugged the blindfold down just enough to lock eyes with me. Cheeks flushed, gaze dark and hungry.
“I don’t want you to put it away,” she said. “I want you to tie me with it… and then fuck me hard.”
The words hit me like a kick to the chest. My cock throbbed painfully against my jeans.
Flashes hit—her wrists bound to the headboard with that dark silk, back arched, moaning my name while I drove deep into her.
“Goddamn,” I breathed, voice rough. “You sure about that?”
Her eyes burned into mine. “I’m sure. Your shoulder’s healed now. I want you to show me how rough you can really be. Give you something to smile about tomorrow.”
She was matching my bluntness beat for beat. It hit me like a damn spark.
“If my girl wants to be bound and ruined… that’s exactly what she’s gonna get.”
I laid her down onto the bed. Her arms went up toward the headboard. I seized her wrists, pinning them together. My pulse hammered as I bound the silk tight around them, knotting it fast before tying her securely in place.
Her dark hair spilled wild across the white pillows.
She gave the bonds a little tug.
“Too tight?” I asked, stroking her cheek.
“No, it’s perfect.”
She looked so fucking beautiful stretched out like that—cheeks flushed, wrists bound, waiting for me to move. All mine.
I set the hat on the nightstand, stepped back, and started stripping. Shirt gone. Chaps, belt, and jeans hit the floor. My cock sprang free, heavy and hard.