If she couldn’t seem to confess how she felt in words, she was going to show him.
“Ellie, I don’t care how hot it might be, I can’t do it,” Zane growled as he stopped beside her in the bedroom.
“Why?” She grabbed the hem of the lightweight shirt she was wearing and pulled it over her head.
The bra went next as Zane stayed mute, but she could see his eyes caressing her. She shucked off her jeans and panties, not the least bit shy as she stood before him completely nude. She’d lost her shyness with him weeks ago. He knew exactly what her body looked like. Every scar. Every imperfection. And he appeared to love it exactly the way it was.
Nonchalantly, she sashayed to the closet and pulled out a cream and navy-blue tie she’d never seen him wear, and then took it to him and held it out. “Do it. You know you want to.” Zane liked to be in control, and she had no problem giving it to him. It was glorious to watch him the moment he snapped.
She climbed on the bed and raised her arms, clasping two of the wooden posts on the headboard.
“Ellie,” he said dangerously, starting to slowly and methodically remove his clothing, but she could tell he was rattled.
“I’m never going to be afraid of anything you do to me.” In fact, her body was already clamoring for her to touch him as he revealed his powerful body slowly.
Her eyes wandered from his muscular chest to one very aroused cock as he kicked his jeans and boxer briefs aside, leaving him completely naked.
His eyes had never left her provocative position, his expression growing darker and darker as he climbed onto the bed. He’d tossed the tie beside her, but he picked it up again as he moved toward her.
“You’re aroused,” she purred.
“Jesus, Ell! With you, it doesn’t take much. All I have to do is think about you and I’m cocked and ready to fire,” he told her angrily. “I don’t need to tie you to my bed.”
“I wish you would,” she said encouragingly. “I’ve known what it’s like to be confined by an asshole. I’d much rather make a better memory.”
His expression was unreadable as he seemed to think about her words. He met her eyes, and they stared at each other, Ellie trying to silently communicate her feelings.
Suddenly, he straddled her body and quickly took the tie and knotted her hands together, and then connected the ends to the headboard. “One look of fear, one flinch, and I’m letting you go,” he said hoarsely, his eyes moving hungrily over her face, and then he secured her hands above her head.
“I’m not scared, Zane. I’m turned on.” There was something freeing in the fact that she didn’t have to make any decisions right now. She was at Zane’s mercy, and she wanted him to satisfy her now.
He leaned down, supporting himself with his hands, as he whispered huskily in her ear, “You’ll be even hornier shortly,” he warned.
“No teasing,” she begged.
He lowered his head and kissed her, stopping her from getting out any more words. His dominant embrace fueled the fire that was already smoldering, just like setting fire to gasoline.
She pulled on her wrist, automatically wanting to twine her arms around his neck.
When he broke the embrace to move his tongue down her neck and to her breasts, Ellie was already half crazy. “Please,” she pleaded. “Fuck me.”
He lifted his mouth from her skin long enough to confess, “I love it when you talk dirty to me. I love it when you’re so desperate that all you can think about is me inside you.”
“I’m more than desperate,” she whined, wrapping her fingers around the taut restraints and clenching them so hard that the fabric would never be the same.
He nipped and tongued her breasts, alternating from one to the other, and Ellie squirmed beneath his touch, needing to feel all of him.
Shivering as he moved his mouth down her belly, she raised her hips, unable to voice her need.
Just when she was ready to scream with frustration, Zane moved back, shoved her legs apart and moved between them. “Tell me you want me, Ellie. Say it,” he demanded.
His mouth was so close to her pussy that she could feel his warm breath on her core.
“I need you. Please, Zane.”
“What do you need?”
“I need you to make me come. Now,” she insisted, desperate to do so, but unable to grasp his hair and shove his head between her legs.
She quivered as she finally felt the light touch of his mouth on her, his tongue gently delving between her folds. Pushing her legs up and back, he licked her from anus to clit, lapping up everything he could get before his tongue flicked over the tiny bundle of nerves that was pulsating as her core clenched almost painfully.
His mouth devoured her, his tongue tortuously exploring her pussy. She moaned as the pressure on her clit became harder and harder. “Yes. Yes, please. More,” she pleaded desperately in a voice she hardly recognized as her own.
Just as she was ready to orgasm, he pushed her over the top, thrusting two fingers into her channel and filling her, thrusting in and out furiously, matching the crazy rhythm of his tongue.
Her gut twisted, and then the pleasure flowed through her entire body, centering on the ferocious, carnal pleasure she was getting from relying on Zane for every wave of erotic pulsation that was overwhelming her body.
Ellie’s climax crashed over her body explosively, uncontrollably. “Zane!” She screamed out his name as her fists clenched the ties that bound her to the bed.
He prolonged her ecstasy as long as he possibly could, never slowing down his endless pursuit to lap every ounce of her juices like a man who hadn’t had anything to drink for days.