Wolf Unbound Page 30

“I didn’t.” He took her face between his hands. “I didn’t. It was another way for me to pretend I didn’t need you. But I do. I do, Tegan.”

She sighed explosively and cocked her head. “Get on the bed.”

He blinked and swallowed. “What?”

“You heard me. Get on the bed. You’re not the top tonight.” One corner of that luscious mouth rose and he fought the inevitable.

“I’m the top every night.”

“Not if you want to f**k me and get back into my life after even considering shopping your wares to another female. I told you I was territorial, Ben Stoner. A bill has come due. Pay it or get out.”

“Tegan.”

“Clothes off. On your belly.” She walked out of the room.

He’d never actually switched before. He had no desire to submit but the novelty of it, of having Tegan, a woman he’d so thoroughly dominated before top him—that intrigued him. And he knew she’d drawn her line and in truth, if she’d gone to the club intending to let another man top her he’d have been livid, even if nothing happened.

Peeling his clothes off, he moved to lay face down on her bed, the scent of her body there in her comforter.

Tegan paced her living room for a few minutes as she let the anger and hurt wash through her. She didn’t want to go back in the bedroom until she’d processed more.

She’d never touch him in anger, not ever. There were lines in her life, D/s wasn’t ever about anger, only love and she couldn’t go back to what they were until she’d exorcised her mad.

After she got over being pissed, she’d give him a taste of being topped and then the next time they were together, it would be on his terms again. But he had to give and give up his position as top to her willingly as penance. And anyway, it appealed to her.

She found his toy bag in his trunk and came back inside, feeling much calmer.

Leaving her clothes on, she went back into her bedroom and took in the sight of him, hard and all man on her bed. What an ass he had. Giving in to her desire, she stalked over, leaned down and bit one cheek and he groaned. Not in pain.

He smelled good, she’d missed his scent so much. Tracing fingertips down his spine she idly looked through the bag and lit upon a few things she’d be needing.

“Undress me, Ben.”

Rolling to face her, he took her body in as he came up to his knees. Gently, he unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it from her arms. Leaning in, he closed teeth around her nipple and ripples of pleasure rolled outward through her.

“Mmm. Very nice, but I didn’t say you could do that. You have a job to finish first.”

“You’re pretty good at this domme stuff.” He stood and helped her out of her bra, jeans, panties and socks.

She didn’t tell him she’d had two exemplary men in her life to learn from. It wasn’t the time to tell him Lucas had had her undress him every night when he got home. That part of her life was over, a sweet memory.

Finding the chair in the corner of the room, she backed into it and sat.

“On the bed behind you. Bring me the cuffs and the blindfold.”

She heard his breath catch and her own matched. Emotion swelled through the room between them as this powerful alpha male submitted to her. It was motherfucking hot is what it was. While she had no plans to repeat the experience, she liked bottoming too much, topping him did have its appeal and she wasn’t the only one who thought so.

He brought them to her. “Kneel facing away from me. Hands at the small of your back.”

His back was broad and muscular. She ran her palms, greedy for the sensation, over his skin there, taking his warmth into her own body before securing the blindfold. Then she slid the wrist cuffs on. She didn’t use the leather ones with the hasp clasp, they felt a bit much for him even though she loved the way they felt on her.

“You’ve never been topped before have you?” she murmured in his ear after securing the Velcro straps at his wrists. It was more a mental binding than a physical one.

He could easily break through the restraints if he chose.

“No.” His voice held a slight tremor. She doubted he’d find subspace, he was too controlled for that. But he was turned on, if the state of his c**k was any indicator.

Reaching around his body, she took it in her hand and slid her fist around him several times until a moan slipped from his lips. Nipping his earlobe, she whispered, “Turn around, Ben. Turn around and eat my pu**y. Make it good and I’ll hand you back the reins. If it’s not to my liking, I’ll paddle you and we’ll do it again.”

“I want to see you.” He turned carefully. Her hand remained on his shoulder to help his balance with the blindfold on. Perhaps he’d also realize what it was like for her.

“I know. But this isn’t about what you want, Ben.” She settled back, leaning into the chair and spreading her thighs. Holy shit it was hot, hot, hot to have this man between her thighs bound and blindfolded.

His lips found her knee and he kissed up her thigh, mouth skating over her pu**y and kissed down her other thigh. He did that over and over until her scent was heavy in the room. The cool softness of his hair slid against the skin of her inner thighs was a direct counter to the heat of his mouth.

Finally, his tongue found her pu**y and she sighed. Reaching down, she pulled herself open to him and he hummed his appreciation. He moved his mouth from side to side slowly, running lips and the flat of his tongue over her clit and labia, driving her up slowly.

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