Before I can blurt out a response to that, he grips me under my thighs and tips me back. I’m still squawking at the sudden shift in balance, at being utterly at his mercy, when his mouth descends on my pussy.
Chapter 17
Tink
I don’t know where to look. At the image in the mirror of this man kneeling between my spread thighs, my body on display from the rope work. At the man himself, exploring my pussy with his mouth as if he wasn’t doing the same thing fewer than twenty-four hours ago.
The logic gets twisted up in my head, but I can’t help it. There’s no space for thinking clearly. There’s only his touch and the ropes holding me as helpless as his hands bracketing my thighs.
If he lets go, I’ll fall.
I’m terribly afraid that I’m falling despite that.
He sucks hard on my clit, and my frantic mental circling thoughts morph into a high keening sound. I’m only partially embarrassed to realize it’s coming out of my mouth. I thrash, but even I can’t say if I’m trying to get closer to his wicked tongue or put more distance between us.
It doesn’t matter. I’m completely at his mercy. I won’t be going anywhere until he allows it.
The knowledge spins beneath my skin, gathering strength and heat. Trapped, yes. But not helpless. A fine line we’re treading. Too far in either direction and he’ll trigger a response I have no control over. One of true terror.
“Tink.” He doesn’t look up, barely lifts his head enough to speak. “Tell me something.” He doesn’t give me a chance to answer, which is just as well. I can’t quite find the breath in my lungs to form words with his lips ghosting over my clit. “How often did you watch me scene in the Underworld?”
He resumes circling my clit with his tongue slowly. Not quite teasing but also not getting me where I need to be. More like he wants to memorize the exact shape of me, to file away every involuntary shake and shudder and moan.
Like this means as much to him as it’s starting to mean to me.
“Every time.” The truth bursts from me before I have a chance to call it back. “I didn’t want to but … Every single time.”
“Mmm.” Another of those slow licks. “You have a favorite?”
My favorites are all more recent, all involving me. “You and Alaric,” I gasp. Alaric is one of the few switches on staff at the Underworld. “I love watching you top him.”
His dark chuckle curls my toes. “Dirty girl. It’s a shame he’s traveling for the near future. I suppose you’ll have to do with Gaeton as a substitute.” He glances up. “You really do want to watch me take his ass, don’t you?”
“Yes.” It’s not even a question.
“I’ll give you everything you want, beautiful girl. Everything you need.” He moves before I have a chance to register his plans. My view goes topsy-turvy as he scoops me up and throws me over his shoulder. I curse, but he just laughs and smacks my ass. “I’m not interested in having in him in bed with us right now, though. Tonight is about us.”
Us.
How can he disarm me with a single word? It’s not fair, but I can’t quite manage to dredge forth anger as he dumps me onto the bed, careful that I don’t land on my bound arms. Hook flips me onto my stomach and catches my hips to drag me to the edge of the mattress. He kicks my legs wide, the height of the bed ensuring I can barely touch the floor, and palms my pussy. “I’m taking what’s mine now.”
“Can’t take something I served to you on a silver platter,” I grind out.
His laugh licks up my spine. “True enough.” A crinkle of a condom and I turn my head to the side to watch him roll it over his cock. He doesn’t give me a show; he’s too intent on our destination. He notches his cock at my entrance and that’s the only warning I get before he plunges deep, sheathing himself to the hilt.
I whimper, but he doesn’t give me time to adjust. He palms my ass, squeezing and spreading me, and making a faint growling sound as if he can’t help himself. “The things you do to me.”
Something goes melty inside me despite my best efforts. I’m not even doing anything, and he’s so fucking undone by me. Hell if that isn’t as intoxicating as any drug I’ve ever tried. More, even.
He leans over me and gently guides my face to the other side. I see his intention immediately. From this position, the mirror gives a perfect view of us. He hasn’t taken off his pants, and the sight of him partially clothed against my nakedness and rope does things for me. It does a whole lot.