Bound by Desire

Let the Seduction begin

REID'S POV

"Is fixed?" He stops in front of me, and I ask. "Like that?" Yes. As simple as that. It was quite a blockage, but now everything is operating smoothly. If you'd like, you may go check it out. I can't seem to move my limbs, even though I know I should. what would I do even if he didn't fix it? I wouldn't be any worse off than I was before Amby came up with this stupid plan, and it's not like he was a real handyman I had hired to perform the job. If he hadn't kept his end of the bargain by fixing my sink, I guess I could cancel the dancing part of the agreement. However, the wine has made me feel so relaxed that my inner horndog is now in control, and I will not give down the chance to have this man dance for me privately, even if it's just for a single song. I assume he knotted the sleeves of his boilersuit around his lower abdomen to keep them from falling off because if he were to put them back on, he would hide all that delicious goodness. When he stops in front of me, I lift the glass to my lips and then pour out the remaining strong red wine. Taking the glass from my hands and placing it on the end table next to the pile of Ovation magazines, he maintains eye contact with me."You know, twenty ways to make him beg for it?" I give him a quick blink. "Pardon me?" He grabs the top magazine and extends it towards me. As it happens, the issue's headline story reveals little-known techniques for making a man weak. He smirks arrogantly and adds, "So, tell me, Phoebe ." "How can you force a man to beg for it?" My heart quickens as I respond, "I wouldn't know." "I really don't read them." I grab it out of his hands and put it back in its proper location, cover side down. "So why is there a mountain on the table?" "I enjoy perusing the fashion pages." His too-handsome face flashes a sly smile. "You enjoy examining a variety of objects." Like I'm slowly making my way to the first drop of a roller coaster, my stomach trembles with fear, knowing that it will soon be abandoned while the rest of my body falls to the ground. "What is the intended meaning of that?" Music begins to play via the little but effective speaker he brought, after he takes his phone out of his pocket and swipes his thumbs over the screen a few times. My tiny flat is filled with a slow, sensual song about f*****g his girl so wonderfully that she can't stop screaming his name . Phoebe , don't lose sight of me. I'll offer you a lot more to examine. His hips begin to dance back and forth, captivating me as if he were a snake charmer and I were the stupid snake that couldn't take my eyes off him. The first thumb hooks under the shirt and slowly raises it. To make it resemble one of those police officer gun harnesses, Reid anchors the bottom of his shirt at the back of his neck and pulls it over and behind his head. The fact that he doesn't take it off entirely makes me feel strangely s****l. Don't ask me why. It's not as if anything is being concealed or aspects of him are being left up to speculation. I can now see everything that his torso has to offer up close. He seems to be making love to the air in this sensual and sensuous way, and for the first time in my life, I understand what it's like to be dumbfounded. It's a damn good thing it doesn't because if it did, I couldn't answer even the most basic questions at this moment. "Phoebe , touch me." I close my mouth, which I only now realize has been hanging wide like a teenager witnessing his first pair of t**s, as his words jolt me out of my daze. "No thanks, I'm good," I answer with an arched brow. He drags his lower lip between his teeth and hums, "Mmmm." "Phoebe , I bet you're better than good." He grabs my hips, pulls me from my corner, and places his hands on the back of the couch, on either side of my head, before bracing me. He speaks right into my ear while getting his upper body nearby bending his arms like he's performing a pushup. "I'm willing to wager that you're truly incredibly awful." He nuzzles my neck, his warm breath soaking into my skin as I let my head fall to the back of the couch. My n*****s stiffen and my breasts become heavy. "I have no idea what you're discussing." No, my slow and sluggish speech isn't caused by fermented grapes. I'm intoxicated from drinking too much Stripper Pale Ale. He giggles, spreads my legs apart, yanks my ass to the edge of the couch, and pulls back far enough to meet my eyes. Yes, Phoebe , I believe you do. But that's all right. For as long as possible, you maintain your façade. When I reveal the truth about you, it will be much more delightful. "You are delusions." However, he isn't. He is truly right and I'm not sure how that's possible. Being able to read people is one thing, and I'm sure he's grown very good at it in his line of work, but it's quite another for him to stare into my eyes as if he could see all of my dirty secrets. " Remember, this is merely a dance. "Until you tell me it isn't," As he puts his hands on either side of me, shoots his feet back, and drops on a downbeat in the music, his only reaction is a smug smile. When he presses his face into my v****a, I gasp. He then gently moves back up, swaying his body in time with the bass. He makes sure to slide every inch of his body through my legs, barely touching me, but it feels as intimate as if he's slamming me into the cushions. He's in his power position again, hovering over me and rubbing his pelvis into mine as he pretends to f**k me in my living room. The man is as hard as a rock, and the thin material of his coveralls might as well be gauze based on how I can feel what they're covering. Suddenly, he rises and hooks his arms beneath my thighs, hoisting me up so I sit on his shoulders in a single fluid motion. Since his head is buried between my thighs and the only object within reach at this height, I squeal in surprise and grab hold of it. I feel his growl resonate over my v****a and pierce my yoga pants and underwear more than I can hear it. I clench my fingers in his long hair and let out a little moan before I can stop it. As soon as my feet hit the floor, Reid turns around and puts a hand between my shoulder blades. He then delicately glides me down his body. He pushes me down until my hands are braced on the coffee table and says, "That's it, baby." Despite a small voice in my head imploring me to halt this lunacy, my stomach trembles with wonderful anticipation. I start to protest weakly, but he kneads my scalp and inserts his fingers under the loose bun at the back of my head. My eyelids close on a moan, sending shivers down my spine. Abruptly, his palm closes, snatching a strand of my hair and tugging. I take a quick breath and raise my butt higher in the air as my neck and back arch. There is little time for me to absorb the shock of fear that pierces my being. He begins to dry-hump me doggy-style to the song's beat, he remarks, "You liked that." His d**k would be slipping in and out of me with the force of his gyrations if it weren't for our clothing. His rigid length is already pressing against my crease, and the pressure and friction are generating new waves of damp heat. "No, I didn't." Indeed. Reid speaks right into my ear as he pulls my head back till my body is flush with his."Phoebe , you cannot deceive me. I am aware of your secret. My chest catches in a panic. "What's secret?" He licks my ear's outer shell. I get goosebumps as his breath fans the side of my face. "I saw the porn videos on your laptop," he murmurs. I let out a gasp, my anger at the invasion of my privacy rising to the surface. He holds me to himself by banding one arm over my ribs and clapping his free palm over my lips while I attempt to swivel around to get away from him and perhaps even smack him for good measure. His voice and the touch of his fingertips on a cotton-clad breast calm my ruffled feathers as he says, "Shhhhhh." "Sweetheart, Pay attention to what your body is telling you. He rotates our bodies side to side while lowering his hands to the music. I rest my head on his shoulder. My v****a throbs in tune with my accelerating pulse as I feel my fingers brush against it. Gradually, the stress escapes my body, and I succumb to the snake charmer again. With encouragement, he exclaims, "That's it, baby, feel the music Phoebe. His other hand cups my crotch and squeezes while the first one reaches up to wrap my throat possessively. I let out a little cry and am suddenly overcome by a sudden shudder of sheer need. "I know you want a hard, brutal f**k, and I want to give it to you. similar to your videos. Phoebe , I can take care of things for you. Do you want that? I picture him performing the naughty things I've dreamed about but have never been able to say out loud. My hips automatically push back against his throbbing c**k as I mew into his palm as a wave of lust sweeps through me. Reid matches my excitement by growling and grinding against my ass. Phoebe ." As the second hand falls to cup my mound, the one over my lips repositions itself to grasp my jaw. My p***y lips are cleaved by his fingers through my yoga pants. A man's touch—by which I mean "s*x god who's promising to make my wildest fantasies come true"—has me on the verge of blowing up in a matter of seconds because I'm so sensitive.I jerk uncontrollably as the glancing pass over my c**t causes friction between my slippery folds, but he keeps me securely in place. Phoebe, You would enjoy it. Although I've always been aware of my theoretical depravity, there has always been a part of me that questions whether I'll be attracted to the same things that I troll for on porn websites "Pay attention to what feels correct and disregard what you believe to be right. Accept your deepest cravings. What you desire is not shameful. Bound by your desire to simply be and not worry about what other people may think. Reid quickly nips at my earlobe, pulling me out of my reverie. "Phoebe , tell me what you want. As the nasty girl I know you are, would you like me to f**k you? Every time he talks, he extinguishes every argument my mind makes against this plan, until nothing remains but wanton desire—desire for everything his body and words promise. So, I embrace the intoxicated lust and let go of every inhibition I've ever had. and I give a nod.