Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Celine pushes against my shoulder, forcing me to look at her. "I know what you like," she whispers.
"What?" I stare at her blankly, wondering what the hell she's talking about.
"Kain has your porn collection in his closet. Gabriella found it."
She bites her bottom lip as I take in the fact that my sister has been discussing my sexual predilections with her friend. I will need to have a word with Gab about her loose tongue and lack of family loyalty.
Celine touches my arm. "Don't be mad at her. She didn't know we were going to get involved."
"What was in the porn?" Elias asks, disturbing the mortification I'm currently feeling.
I look over at him and his smug grin. Then he puts out his hands, palms facing me. "No judgments here, dude. All's good in the bedroom as long as it's consensual."
"Bondage," Celine says before I can decide whether I want to confess the room or not. "You like to be in control."
Shit. Shit. Shit.
What you want is sick. That's what my last girlfriend said to me. She thought I was a misogynist for wanting total control in the bedroom. That couldn't be further from the truth. I don't know why it turns me on to have a woman bound and helpless, but it has nothing to do with anything terrible. Bondage only works when there is consent. I'm not into anything non-consensual. In fact, the idea makes me feel physically sick.
Celine touches my cheek again, bringing my attention back to her. "I'm up for whatever you want to do. I brought some things in my purse, just in case."
My eyebrows shoot up to my hairline. "What did you bring?"
"Some silk ties...you know...so my wrists don't get bruised."
"Celine's like a boy scout for bondage," Elias laughs.
Dornan, still standing at the end of the bed, makes a strangled noise. "You guys are seriously going to get kinky?"
"Yeah." Celine's smile is wide and bright. "Why the fuck not? We're all here to enjoy ourselves. Might as well go all out."
I guess the idea must appeal to Dornan because his cock is rock-hard again.
I look away, the male nakedness thing still not sitting comfortably with me.
Celine asks Dornan to fetch her purse, which he does. She pulls out the silk ties and hands them to me. Elias gets off the bed so that Celine can move to the center.
The bed frame is old-fashioned and made of an orangy wood. There are struts for me to tie her hands to, but no footboard. I guess I'll need to improvise there. Without saying another word, I take Celine's arm and fasten the silk around her wrist, leaving enough space for her to be comfortable. She gasps softly when I lash the other end around the headboard and secure it tightly. The second hand is easier, and when she's fixed in place, I have to inhale a long breath and push it out in a rush to steady myself. Fuck, she looks good restrained for my pleasure. She brings her legs together like she's daring me to tie them, too.
"I'm going to need your help," I say to Dornan and Elias. Fastening ties around each of Celine's ankles, I feel the tremble in her legs. When I yank them open, handing the end of the left tie to Elias and the right to Dornan, Celine moans loudly.
"Hold her tightly, okay?"
"You all right, Celine?" Dornan asks.
"Yeah," she breathes. "Fuck yeah."
"I think she likes it." The smile in Elias’s voice isn't mocking. He's happy that Celine is enjoying herself.
"Let's see how much she likes it."
I climb over her, taking in the stretched sinews beneath her arms and the way her breasts are pulled taut. I touch her top lip with my thumb, staring deep into her wide eyes. "How does it feel to be tied to this bed and held open by two men?"
Her tongue darts out to lick my skin. "Good."
My mind feels as blank as a clean white page, the realization of my fantasy almost too much. I run my fingers down the underside of her arm from her delicate wrist until the tips brush her tight little nipple. Her skin breaks out in goosebumps, and her whole body is racked by a shudder. When I circle the tight little peak with my finger, she moans, and when I tweak it with just enough strength to hurt a little, she cries out, arching her back. I repeat my actions on the other side, but instead of pinching, I pull her other nipple into my mouth and suck hard, finishing with a nip from my teeth.
"Yes," she gasps. "Oh fuck, yes."
I don't leave an inch of her skin untouched by my fingers or mouth. I explore each ridge and valley, the soft places that make her squirm and the unexplored places like each of her sweet ribs and the dip where her waist flares. I press them all with kisses.