Page 20 of Tangled Control

My rapid breathing is our soundtrack as I watch Rian reach around me, his fingertips playing on the swells at the top of mybra, slowly moving under the fabric and cupping my breasts. I try to hold back a stuttered moan. He pulls my breasts out over the top of the bra. They’re naturally quite firm. However, with the support of the bra underneath and with my arms on my back, they’re jutting obscenely out and up, defying gravity.

“Being tied up can be quite freeing, don’t you think?” I’ve never heard his tone so deep, so velvety smooth and seductive. “Choice is taken from you, and you just have to…feel.”

“That’s a load of rubbish.” Again, I try to move my arms.

“Is it?” he asks with a raised eyebrow and pinches my nipples so hard I gasp. “Let go, Miss Taylor…”

Lightning shoots from my nipples as he pinches them again. He’s right, it is freeing to let him take control, take the responsibility for what happens next. I sense my stance softening as I…let go. The barely audible “good girl” whispered in my ear sends tingles down my spine, and I push my chest out further, chasing his touch and his next move. I hiss as his nails scrape along the soft skin out to the rosy tips. He does it again. And again. Red lines mark my breasts. The sharp bite as he scrapes my erect nipples is bordering on painful, but that makes the sensation so much more than just a caress. Pain and pleasure battle and capture all my senses. Heat swirls low in my stomach.

“No!” I call as his hands fall from my breasts to rest on my stomach.

Rian chuckles. “So needy.”

Mortified, I clamp my lips shut. But then his hands trail further down, so slowly I want to scream for him to hurry up. All thoughts of what’s appropriate are gone, only lust is present. I suck in a sharp breath as his fingers brush over my panties, making small circles, moving further and further down until they circle right over my cotton-covered clit. Teasing, tingling. It’s not enough pressure.

“Please…” The plea tumbles past my lips.

“Please what?” Rian bites my earlobe, warm pants of breath burning down my neck. “Tell me what you want…”

Licking my lips, I try to find words. “Please…please stroke me…”

A deep sound rumbles from Rian’s chest. It strums something deep inside of me. I close my eyes, but my lids snap back open when he grabs the sides of my underwear and drags them down my hips. He leaves them at mid-thigh. I wish I was wearing something sexier, something black or red lace, not white cotton.

“Spread your legs,” he whispers hoarsely.

“Um…” I don’t know if that sound was supposed to be a half-hearted protest. It wouldn’t have mattered since I obediently shuffle my feet apart, my panties stretched between my thighs.

“Good girl.”

My cheeks turn pink in the window reflection and my chest expands.Good girl– good girl for spreading my legs and revealing my most sacred body part? Fuck, what am I doing?

What I’mdoingis trying to shuffle my feet even wider where they’re tangled in my trousers on the floor. What I’mdoingis tilting my pelvis so Rian can better see my raised mound with its landing strip of dark blonde hair, leading down to pink lips that are shamefully shiny.

I feel so naughty – a naughty good girl. Jesus, my thoughts are so muddled. I should be mortified but everything in me is compelling me to be good for Rian. Rian, who stands there behind me, dark-haired with his smouldering eyes, pure lust displayed on his face as his fingers make the trek down, down, down.

“Ah…” I tilt my head back, leaning against Rian’s hard chest, and gasp as he reaches my wet lips.

Electricity zaps from my sensitive folds as he presses his digits in between them, up and down before circling my clit. He does it again, and again, teasing me, playing with me.

“Do you like that?” he whispers, but I am unable to answer. “Do you like me touching your pussy like this?” He moves lower, and utterly slowly, he pushes one long finger into me. Just as slow, he moves it out and in again. “You are such a good girl, so wet for me.”

His words trigger pleasure points in my brain, turning me on even more. I know I’m making noises but can’t tell if it is sweet moans or loud cries, as all I can sense is his touch. The muscles on his arms flex as he holds me up on my trembling legs while playing with my pussy. Gentle and controlled movements yet with so much power. Too much power. Over and over he pushes his strong digit inside of me, circling my clit, bringing me higher and higher. The sound of wetness. The heat at my back. His harsh breaths.

“Oh-my-God…”

I’m right on the edge, and he’s keeping me there. Blowing at the embers to keep them alive, but without turning to blaze. I tilt my pelvis further, chasing his fingers for a deeper touch. My arms pull at his tie to no avail. The helpless feeling only increases the pressure inside me.

“Please!” My breath hitches, close to a sob.

“Tell me what you want.” Rian’s chest heaves behind me, trapping my arms between us.

“Please make me come.Please!”

He pinches my clit and my legs buckle. Two long digits enter me roughly, deeply, curling, pumping. I writhe in his arms, my stomach clenching to the rhythm of his thrusting fingers and the pinching of my clit.

“Then come for me,” Rian demands and drags his teeth down my throat, down to my pulse point, biting. “Come all over my hand!”

And I do, panting, my face pressed to his neck. Light erupts behind my closed lids as heat blasts from my core. I vaguely hear Rian swear and groan as he holds me tight through the waves that wreck my body, one after the other.