nose to her pussy, he inhaled. “So sweet. So mine.” He stood and ground his erection against her mound. “Leave the heels on and lay back.”
Her pulse roared, and she bit the inside of her cheek. Could she do this? She’d listed bondage as a hard limit because she was convinced it was the only way to ensure she’d be able to escape. But she’d quickly grown to trust the fact that he’d honor her safe word, making her bondage limit irrelevant.
So why then did it terrify her?
Chapter Five
F OR YEARS SHE’D fantasized about bondage, picturing red silk sashes encircling her white thighs and stretching her open. Sometimes she dreamed about thick, braided rope crisscrossing her body in intricate patterns and raising her breasts in offering. Other times a man took her from behind as she stood on her tippy toes, her wrists chained to a hook in the ceiling. She’d thought herself depraved and was ashamed of these images that would flash in her mind before she fell asleep at night, when she drifted her fingers down her flat abdomen and underneath the waistband of her panties to rub that sensitive spot.
Then something dark would seep into her mind, turning an erotic moment into the equivalent of a nightmare, and the oncoming orgasm as well as the hint of a memory would slip through her fingers like an elusive shadow. Would it be different with Jax? Could he break through the barrier or would she crack and cry out her safe word?
A tiny voice inside of her whispered that she should warn Jax, but she worried he’d press to know more and wouldn’t go forward with the scene. And she wanted—no, needed—for him to bind her.
She sank into the cushion, surprised to discover the fabric was much softer than it had appeared. It felt like crushed velvet on her skin, warm and plush. The couch cradled her body.
Jaxon towered over her, licking his lips and dangling the restraints from his fingers. His eyes twinkled with wicked intent. What would he do to her?
“I want you to tell me if anything scares you. Feel free to speak and be as vocal as you want.” He knelt beside her. “Arms over your head.”
Even though she knew it was coming, the ripping noise of the Velcro startled her. She swallowed her fear and tried to concentrate on Jax.
He attached the restraint to the D ring on the upper right side of the couch and wrapped it around her wrist. “Is that too tight?”
“No. It’s fine.” She tested the binding and wasn’t surprised to discover that he’d rendered her left arm completely immobile. Her pulse kicked up to triple time. In any other situation, she’d take a pill. But tonight she’d prove to both of them that her trust in Jax was stronger than her need for control.
He did the same to her other arm. It felt absolutely decadent to lie on the couch in nothing but her high heels with Jax completely dressed in black jeans, a button-down shirt, and bare feet. As frightened as she was, she was equally turned on. Her breasts grew heavy, and her nipples tightened with each second that passed. A lingering tenderness remained from last night’s clamping, making them extra sensitive. She craved his mouth. The thought of him reddening her nipples sent tingles to her pussy.
But he moved on his own timetable. Focusing on his task of restraining her, he ignored her nipples and shifted his attention to her ankles. He dropped to his knees and raised one of her legs over his shoulder.
From between her legs, Jax gazed up at her. Her clitoris swelled, and evidence of her arousal trickled from her pussy. He looked every bit of the dangerous man the press purported him to be. His hooded eyes had darkened from scotch to cocoa, and his nostrils flared as if the scent of her pussy was an aphrodisiac. He pressed a hot kiss on the inside of her ankle and then nibbled his way up to her thigh. Her breath sawed in and out of her chest in anticipation of his mouth on her fluttering folds.
He laughed, torturing her by lowering her