"You're out of your fucking mind." Emma laughed at the scarves tied to the posts of their bed. "I'm not going to let you tie me up."
Damien smiled at her as he leaned against the dresser, arms folded over his chest. He raised his brows in a manner that said he intended to get his way. With a roll of her eyes, she moved past him.
Fuck that.
"Don't you find sex a little boring these days?"
She stopped then and turned to look at him. "Uh, I'm sorry, boring? You think
our
sex is
boring
?"
Okay, so maybe it was. After only two years of marriage, the fire was all but gone. It wasn't a lack of love or attraction, but there just wasn't time. Both of them worked full-time, which left them with little more than a quick missionary fuck every now and again.
Before he could answer, she raised a hand to stop him. "Okay, and you think tying me to a bed is going to fix things?"
"What could it hurt?"
"Uh, me. I'm supposed to let you render me completely helpless so you can what―drip candle wax all over me?"
At that, he kind of paused and glanced toward the newly purchased candles on the table beside the bed. "Um...no, what? No."
"Right." She scoffed. "I love you baby, but this ain't gonna happen. I'm not into that slave shit or whatever it's called."
As she turned to leave the room, he took her by the wrist and pulled her back. She giggled quietly as he kissed her lips and backed her against the door. Arms slid around his shoulders as she kissed him back.
"I'm gonna tie you to that bed, babe."
"Like hell." She purred against his ear, nipping lightly at his lobe.
Suddenly he pulled her away from the door and scooped her up into those powerful arms she loved so much. His green eyes twinkled mischief as he tossed her onto the bed.
She gave a squeal of delight as he pounced on her, offering only a halfhearted struggle as he pinned her hands above her head with one hand.
His free hand slid down to grope one of her tits, then the other. He pinched a nipple through her shirt, dragging a groan from her lips.
Lips descended on hers as he plucked the buttons of her blouse loose. He released her when she struggled to free her hands, giving her ample opportunity to pull the t-shirt off over his head.
"We should do this more." I commented playfully. "You're not naked nearly enough."
He laughed as he leaned up off her and slid the blouse away from her shoulders. When he raised up on his knees to swing her shirt around like a lasso and gave her one of those comically exaggerated come hither looks, she lost it. The shirt flew from his hands as he fell forward again, pinning her to the mattress in a fit of laughter.
"It's hard to be sexy when you think I'm funny."
"It's hard to find you sexy when you go all cowboy with one of my blouses."
"You liar, you love it." He chuckled.
"I do." She kissed his lips and pulled him a little closer. "You wanna take the rest of my clothes off, or do I have to do it myself?"
Now he raised up and moved down. He gave her a wink as he grabbed the sides of her skirt and jerked it downward.
"Ow, shit!" She smacked him on the arm as she sat up. "That only works in those stupid pornos you watch. Real skirts have zippers!"
"Yeah?" He laughed as he pushed her back down on the bed. "I picked up the idea from one of those romance novels of yours―as the barbarian looked into her helpless eyes and quaking body--"
"Damien, will you just--"
"I don't know." He grinned. "You've never looked at me helplessly, and your skirt doesn't just rip away from your quaking body―that's not really turning me on."
"Oh, well then you can go―I can do this all by my little self." She licked her lips, immediately drawing her attention there.
The muscles in his arms gave a delightful jump as she unbuttoned her skirt and slid the zipper down. His eyes narrowed, a sly grin formed on his lips as she raised her hips and slid the skirt down. When he reached down to peel her pink lace panties down, she smiled.
"Still not turning you on?"
"Not even a little." The bulge in his boxers betrayed his words, but so did the look in his eyes. "Nope, nothing."
"Oh, well then."
Emma opened her legs and slid a hand down the length her stomach, her eyes on his as she stretched her fingers out, rubbing her freshly shaved pussy. He gulped, but still made no move to touch her.
She opened her legs wider and stroked herself, her body arched to give him a perfect view. A groan left her as she circled her clit with one finger, then her fingers drifted just a little lower so she could probe herself. His mouth was practically watering when she gave her clit a little pinch.
"You know I'm gonna tie you to this bed, right?"
"Don't you dare."
With a wicked look on his face, he took her hand away from her pussy and raised it above her head. She tried to pull out of his grip, but he moved higher to straddle her sternum and quickly tied the scarf in place. As he started to tie the other hand, she relaxed a little. She talked big, but there wasn't any real resistance.
He moved off the bed to tie her ankles in place, jerking the ties tight, but not tight enough to cut off her circulation. She watched, licking her lips as he removed his pants and boxers. Her eyes focused on the long, thick shaft that jutted hard and proud from his body.
"If you really don't want me to--"
"No." She smiled. "I wanna see where this is going―ooh, we should have a safe word."
"Hmm." He tapped his chin in thought as he moved around the bed and dug around in the drawer for a lighter. "Puppies."
"Puppies?"
"There's nothing as unsexy as a puppy."
"Point taken." She watched as he lit the candles. "I thought you weren't doing the candles."
"I lied." He chuckled, leaving the candles on the table for now. "It's not like you can stop me now, is it?"
