He leaned down and restrained her with the hose, his fingers going clumsy and stupid as lust pounded through his veins. After he’d affixed her wrists to the bedpost, he turned his attention to the end of the bed. He pulled back the bottom of the comforter and sheets and tied two stockings on the metal bed frame. She made a soft little sound in her throat when he spread her legs wide enough to reach the nylon restraints.
“Okay?” he whispered, as he held one of her elegant, arched feet in his palm. “I don’t have to restrain your legs if you don’t want me to. Just say the word.”
“No, it’s all right.”
He shivered slightly at the sound of her low voice in the dim, silent room. He told himself to focus on his task instead of the arousing sight of Sophie, naked and tied spread-eagle on the bed, awaiting her pleasure.
When she was tied up, he straightened, one knee still on the bed.
“Nylons make a tight hold, Sophie. But ...”
“What?” she asked shakily.
“You can pull loose of them. I tied you tight, but the loop will stretch. If you want it to.”
“I understand, Thomas.”
She’d sounded breathless, Thomas thought as he peeled the damp T-shirt he wore off his skin. He kicked off his tennis shoes and examined her as he unbuttoned his shorts. Was she aroused by the idea of being tied up, not only at his mercy, but at the mercy of the desire he planned to awaken in her body?
He hoped like hell she was aroused at being restrained, because it was driving him crazy with excitement. Too bad he didn’t have access to any sex toys here at the cabin. It’d be nice to have a way to amplify her experience, he thought as he whipped off his socks.
Then again, making his lust even more powerful seemed not only unwise, but downright greedy. How could he become more aroused than he felt at that moment?
His gaze snagged on Sophie’s when he leaned back up again. Without thinking about what he was doing, he shoved his hand into his boxer briefs and fisted his cock. It’d caused a wicked stab of lust to go through him to see her big, dark eyes watching him undress, to see the arousal and, yes, a touch of wariness in their depths.
“You say the word, Sophie—now or later . . . anytime—and I’ll untie you,” he rasped as he continued to stroke his cock.
“I know,” she said shakily. Her gaze had transferred to his crotch, and she no longer looked wary; just excited. It sent a thrill through him, too, to know that she was aroused by the sight of him stroking himself. He lifted his penis out of his underwear and through his opened shorts. Her head lifted slightly off the pillow to get a better look when he began to run his hand up and down the sensitive shaft. Little pulses of pleasure leapt through him as he fisted the head and spread some pre-ejaculate on it until it glistened when he moved his hand to the turgid staff. Thomas knew it was his own hand jacking his cock but it was Sophie’s big, wanting eyes that were giving him so much pleasure.
“I think I’d like to watch you bring yourself off,” she whispered. Her voice had sounded a little awed, like she was surprised by the truth of what she’d said.
His cock leapt in his hand. He’d love to jack off for her, the vision of her tied to the bed naked and her eyes glued to his cock supplying ample fuel to complete the task with ease.
“I can tell you one thing,” he said in all honesty as he continued to stroke himself. “The vision of how you look right this minute is going to be what pops into my mind whenever I do jack off from this day forward.”
“Thomas,” she whispered shakily when he reached for the comforter and sheet and pulled. The fabric slid sensually down her torso. He let go when it reached just below her bellybutton. As usual, the sight of the pale expanse of her stomach and her large, shapely breasts spiked his arousal.
“You have exceptionally beautiful breasts,” he murmured as he stroked his raging erection. “I’ve never seen real ones that were so firm . . . so sweet.”
She laughed softly. “How do you know they’re real?”
He gave her a wry glance. “Give me some credit, Sophie.”
“Oh, right. You’re the breast expert,” she said through a small smile. “Pardon me for even joking about your vast experience in such matters.”
He smiled. “You’re forgiven. I can tell by looking and touching that you’ve been thoroughly blessed by God, but even if I didn’t know the truth already, I don’t believe for a second you’d ever go for breast augmentation.”
“How do you know that?”
“There’s no way in hell you’d do something to draw additional attention to yourself. You always hide, Sophie.”
Her smile faded slightly when their gazes met.
“It doesn’t work,” he told her gruffly. “I saw your beauty each and every time I caught sight of you.” He twisted his fist over the sensitive patch of skin just beneath the crown of his cock. “I was blown away by it every damned time.”
She didn’t reply, just stared at him with her lips slightly parted and an amazed expression on her lovely face. He grimaced when he forced himself to let go of his cock.
“As much as your proposal appeals to me, I think I’ll save this for my ravishment of you.”