Page 24 of Jealous Vows

She hesitates for a heartbeat or two.The chains on her handcuffs clink as she reaches down and begins gathering her skirt onto her thighs.I smile and capture my bottom lip between my teeth, needing the pain in order to remain in control as she exposes her legs.Her dainty feet in the strappy high heels I bought her make me want to tie her down and torture her with my teeth and tongue as she begs me to leave her sensitive flesh alone.

Never.I’m never letting her go.

With her wrists tethered together her movements are awkward, but she reaches under her skirt and pulls her panties off, first one hip then the other.Her shifting and wriggling creates dangerous friction on my cock.I relish every moment and bite the inside of my cheek so hard I taste blood.Despite her best efforts, I still catch a few glimpses of her intimate flesh.

It would be so easy to sink a finger into her wet heat.The dampness of her panties and the hardness of her nipples broadcasts her arousal.

We only met yesterday, but after being in close proximity and working my way under her defenses, I already have more access to and control over her body than she’ll ever admit.

When I refuse to release her throat or unlock her cuffs despite her difficulty getting her panties off her ankles, she huffs and curls into a ball to pull the slip of fabric over her feet.

Fucking hell, the move exposes her entire bottom half.I tighten my grip on her throat to prevent myself from grabbing her ass and sinking my thumb deep into her folds.

She drops her feet to the bench and shoves her skirt down her legs, but my mind snapshots a picture of her perfect pussy to the forefront of my thoughts.Her handcuffs rattle as she balls her panties in her fists and squeezes.

After flexing a few times to pump more blood from her cut, she pinches a bit of the fabric between her fingers and holds it up for my inspection.

“Enough?”she sneers.

I tease my thumb over her bottom lip.

“No.More.”

My body moves without my permission.I take her mouth with demanding strokes of my tongue, my need to take and claim so strong it borders on violence.Her whimper only incites me further.For a few glorious moments, she submits to my domination, even seems mesmerized by the invasion, but then she clamps down on my tongue.

I squeeze her throat in warning.She pulls my suit tight across my shoulders with her hands fisting the front of my coat.

I take the arm braced around her back off my thigh and tease the bottom swell of her breast and her concave stomach with my fingertips.Her pussy is so close.Right there.Even without my sight, I could plunder her depths.

She releases my tongue and rips her face to the side.Her jagged breathing, flushed cheeks, and kiss-swollen lips tip me dangerously close to losing control.

“I’m sorry.Stop touching me.Please,” she gasps and writhes.

“Be still,bambolina, or I’ll fuck you right here.Capisci?”

She nods, clamps her knees together, and curls in on herself as she holds a fistful of my suit coat.Besides her trembling, she does a great impression of a statue.

I drop my head back and close my eyes for a few moments as I gather the remaining shreds of my control.

“Toss the panties,” I growl toward the ceiling.

The soft slap of fabric on tile echoes through the air.

“Unbutton my coat,” I demand.

Stiff, shaking fingers release my lapels and slip my buttons free.

“Take off my belt.”

Her audible swallow fills my ears.She lowers her hands and shifts her weight just enough to reach my buckle.I grit my teeth and flex my fingers behind her jugular.She unbuckles my belt and pulls it free of my beltloops.

“Do you know how to loop that into handcuffs?”I ask.

She shakes her head.I snarl, release her throat, and thread my arm under her knees as I stand.I stalk across the room to the sinks but avoid looking at the mirror.Seeing her trapped in my arms would tip me over the edge.

“Hang it over the towel bar.Loop the end through the buckle and make it look like we left in a rush,” I command.

Her shoulder and hip dig into my chest as she twists to comply.She’s petite enough I can grab her waist with the hand under her legs and curl my other fingers over her breast, but I dig them into her ribs instead.