He walked behind her, gently covering her hair with his big, strong hand palming her head. She craned her neck, peering up at him. He dragged his hand down her hair, threading his fingers through the blond strands.

“When you first asked me to teach you to let go, I agreed, even though it meant you were learning things to use with someone else. Right now, there’s no teaching. I’m only taking. I’m taking something I want for me,” he said, and the roughness in his voice sent shivers on a thrill ride down her spine as he shrugged out of his white shirt. He widened his stance, a foot on each side of her naked legs. She felt overpowered, thoroughly under his control as electric sparks shot across her skin.

“Take whatever you want,” she said, as he bent over her, his shirt in both hands. Then he twisted it, round and round, turning the item of clothing into a taut, makeshift rope. She offered her wrists, and he wrapped the shirt around them, then threaded the material through the slats, tying her to the top of the chair.

He tested the knots in the shirt. “Nice and tight,” he said, then he trailed his fingers through her hair once more, gripping it in a ponytail, twisting it around his fist once and yanking her head back. “What do you think I’m going to take right now?”

“I have no idea,” she said, nerves lacing her voice. Her knees dug into the carpet.

“Then let me show you what I want from you. You can start by spreading your knees.”

She did as he asked. Completely exposed to him, she was wide open and waiting. Heat pooled between her legs as she grew wetter with anticipation.

The next thing she knew he was on the floor, sliding under her. His hands were on her thighs and his face was between her legs. “You’re going down on me like this?”

He shook his head, his thumbs digging into her thighs. “I’m not going down on you. You’re going to fuck my face.”

A white-hot bolt of lightning streaked through her body. Desire burned in her veins as she positioned herself over him, straddling his face, watching the dark and hungry look in his eyes.

“It’s all you now, Casey. Hump my face. Go to town. Have a field day on me,” he said, and her nipples pebbled as sensations that she’d never felt before raced through her bones. He hadn’t even touched her yet, but his words and his breath so close to the center of her world had her skin sizzling.

He grasped her legs tightly, and even though she was on top of him, he had all the control, with her hands bound, and her knees spread. There was nothing left to do but ride his face into blissful oblivion.

“Go fucking wild and let go. Come on my face,” he told her.

She lowered herself the final few inches and his tongue darted out, so eager to taste her. He moaned loudly when they made contact, her sounds and his murmurs sending jolts through her body. She rocked against him, pleasure igniting in her core as his tongue and lips worked their magic across her wet folds. Moving her hips, picking up the pace, she gave in to all that she felt with them, to the pleasure that pounded through her blood, to the electric desire that thrummed in her core. To the wildness of this kind of contact.