Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
The rope sags and he slips the last bit of it from me. I reach for him, but he catches my wrists in a light but firm grip. “No.” He nips my bottom lip. “Tonight is about you.”
“Well, I want to touch you.”
He leans back enough to give me a rueful smile. “Later. I promise.”
“Apollo…” Something resembling a whine works its way into my voice. “Please.”
His smile falls away. “At the beginning of this, you told me what you want. I’m going to give it to you.” He picks up the rope again. “But I want better access to your breasts. Your hands.”
It’s not quite a command, but it’s close enough. I slowly extend my arms and watch as he binds my wrists together. He’s good. The rope loops several times down my forearms and around in those careful knots, ensuring that it doesn’t put too much pressure on any one part of me.
He tests it. “Too tight?”
I want to be a brat about him removing the ability to touch him again, but I can’t seem to summon the attitude. “No,” I answer honestly.
“Good.” He urges me onto my back and loops the tail of the rope behind the headboard and over the top. Then the bastard presses the loose end into my hands. “I trust you to obey me, love. Hold this.”
Hold this.
What he means is to hold myself captive. I can’t pretend he’s tying me down and that I can’t get free—safe word excepting, of course. No, he’s ensuring I’m a willing participant in this because that’s just who Apollo is.
It’s a head fuck. Part of me wants to release it just to be perverse, to see what he’ll do. The rest of me only wants to please him. That’s the part that wins. I wrap the rope around my palm and tighten my fingers. “Okay.”
“Good girl.” He sits back on his heels and just looks at me. Again, I can’t shake the truth that he sees me. Not just my body at the expense of my mind. Not my mind at the expense of my body. Me. All of me.
Apollo licks his lips. “Now, we can begin properly.”
27
Apollo
In the past, I’ve viewed sex as an intricate dance between myself and my partners. One of consent and power exchange and finding out exactly what makes them tick in order to bring them as much pleasure as possible. All those impulses are there with Cassandra. I am who I am, after all.
But they’re superseded by sheer need.
My logical side has clicked off and there’s only desire. It takes everything I have not to lose control now that she’s naked and spread out, looking at me like I hold the keys to everything she needs. I want to be that for Cassandra. Desperately.
If I can’t give her everything, at least I can give her pleasure. Escape. Comfort.
I smooth her hair back from her face and press a kiss to her forehead, the tip of her nose, her lips. She tries to arch and to deepen the kiss, but I keep moving before she can. I can’t quite keep it light, though. I drag my mouth over the curve of her shoulder, the softness of her arm up to where the rope binds her, and then repeat the process on the other arm.
She shakes like a leaf, little whimpers slipping past her lips that I’m not certain she realizes she’s making. It’s a heady thing to affect this self-possessed woman so deeply. To have her trust me to guide this, to get her where she needs to be. I cherish the feeling, doing my best to memorize it as I move to her breasts.
I lavish attention on them, pressing them together so I can alternate between her nipples. I can’t get enough. Gods, I can barely believe this is happening at all. It feels like a particularly vivid fantasy, as if at any moment I’ll open my eyes and find myself alone in my bed, my fist wrapped around my cock.
I keep playing with her until her shaking has graduated to full tremors. Each breath is gasping and needy and her dark eyes have glazed over with desire. Only then do I move down, giving her stomach and hips the same thorough treatment. She’s so lovely, it makes it hard to breathe.
As tempting as making her come again is, I promised to fulfill her fantasy and that’s exactly what I intend to do. I deny us both and bypass her pussy, worshipping first one leg down to her ankle and then the other.
By the time I finally kneel between her thighs, we’re both breathing hard and she’s so wet, she’s glistening. I drag my knuckle down her center. “Perfect.”
“You keep saying that word.” Her voice is ragged and hoarse.
“I mean it.” I watch her face as I press two fingers into her. She’s even wetter than she was earlier, her body more than ready for mine. “You’re bold and smart and kind, Cassandra. It’s a privilege to take care of you tonight, and I’m glad you trust me to be there for you.”