Page 81 of Brutal Truths

Lowering myself over her, I watch. Her pupils dilate as my hands close around her wrists, but no warning signs. I then guide them above her head and pin them there.

This is a risk. After what she’s been through. Which is why I’m taking my time, going slow.

Her response surprises me. She smiles.

That smile isn’t nervous. It’s a reward, one that hits hard. Making me want to push just a little more.

“Something funny?”

She shakes her head, biting the corner of her lip, but doesn’t look away.

“Tell me to stop, and I will.”

She wiggles her legs beneath me, so I ease my weight off her, giving her room instead of taking it. Once they’re free, she opens them wider, inviting me in rather than pushing me away.

The most beautiful words fall from her lips. “I’m yours… however you need me.”

An overwhelming urge hits me to make sure she understands what she’s consenting to. “This won’t be gentle. It’ll be quick. Rough. Are you sure?”

Every part of me is wound tight, but I don’t move. I won’t touch her until she gives me permission.

Her hands move down my back to my waistband, tracing my belt and undoing it.

I catch her wrist, stopping her. “I need you to say it, Izzy.”

“Yes.” Her tongue runs along the seam of her lips, making my cock jealous. “Are you going to spank me?”

Keeping one hand securely around her wrists, I reach for my belt and free it in one smooth movement.

Her breathing changes instantly. Shallow. Uneven. She focuses entirely on me.

I hold her gaze as I bite the leather and make a loop using my mouth.

“Why is that so damn hot?” she whispers.

The blush that follows says more than the words.

Once I know it’ll work, I reach above her and slide it over her hands. I watch closely to make sure she’s not panicking and understands what my intentions are. Her nod is my cue to yank the leather tight around her wrists, binding them together. Fighting the restraints will sting, but only leave behind temporary marks.

“Okay?” With my hands under her back, I pull her higher onto the bed. “Too tight?”

“It’s fine.” She swallows and looks up as I loop the belt through the rails. “What now?”

My heart races with anticipation.

This is as new to me as it is to her. I’ve never restrained a partner during sex. It’s crossed my mind, but the trust factor it takes to do this never felt right.

Seeing nothing but trust in her eyes, my cock grows thick with desire.

“I’ve fantasized about this,” she whispers, testing the restraints with a slight tug. “Not just with anyone. Only you.”

Kneeling, I stare down at her. “You look so fucking gorgeous like this. You’d look better naked. Next time. Right now, I need a hard, quick fuck. After we’ve sent our uninvited guests on their way I’ll do this again. And when we do, I’m not letting you come until you beg me for it.”

“Keep talking, and I’ll come before you get a chance to fuck me.”

Her smart remark only fuels my desire.

Shaking my head, I unbutton my jeans, needing to get inside her. Her eyes follow as I draw them down just enough to free my throbbing cock.