“Get the rope,” he answers in a strangled gasp.

Following his request, I retrieve the black satin from my back pocket and hold it in my hands, presenting it to him like a sacrifice. I see a click in his jaw as he stares at it, contemplating his next move.

“Why are you doing this for me?” he asks.

“Have you considered that maybe I want this too?”

Leaning down, he runs his tongue over my lips, and I smile. Then, he quickly binds my wrists together. It’s tight enough to keep me from pulling them apart, but not uncomfortable.

Something in his demeanor changes the moment my hands are restrained. It gives him freedom, and the confident shift in his attitude sends a warm shock to my core.

His lips find mine again, and this kiss is hungrier as he takes a sharp bite of my lips.

As he reclines back, he watches me come forward again, this time trailing my tongue along the length of his cock. The groan that escapes sounds involuntary, and I can’t tell if I’m hurting him or making him feel good, but I do it again, two more times just to watch how he reacts. His head falls back on the couch, his eyes closed tightly. His hips twist like he’s fighting the urge to run.

Finally, I encircle my lips around him, letting him glide over my tongue to the back of my throat. I expect him to react harshly again, but something in him melts. His hand digs into my hair, holding my head in a power move that makes me whimper. Slowly, I move up and down on his length, keeping my eyes on him for any sign that it’s too much.

Especially when I feel him tighten back up, his breath growing more panicked, and I know he’s close. I don’t want to stop, but I can tell he wants to bolt again.

Honestly I have no idea how he did this to me without any release of his own afterwards. I’m so turned on that I know one touch to myself would send me flying.

“Shelby,” he gasps and I release him, looking at his face. I want to drown in his tortured eyes while he fights against this thing his body wants so bad. I want him to have it more than anything.

“It’s okay,” I whisper, and he finally relaxes again so I can take him back between my lips. His fingers dig into my hair as he fucks my mouth. This time when he gets wound so tight I think he’s about to break, he doesn’t stop me.

I notice the way he fights it. On instinct, he tries to resist what’s coming until finally, he lets out a guttural roar that the neighbors will definitely hear. I feel him release into the back of my throat, and I swallow. When I look up again, his eyes are wide and full of panic.

“Fuck,” he stammers, tearing me away from the floor and onto his lap, where he kisses me so deeply I’m sure he’s tasting himself. I keep my hands back while he rubs my body roughly from my ass to my shoulders. Then, I’m on my back, and he’s tearing my pants off like a wild animal. When his mouth lands on my clit, I let out a strangled cry.