Hot Holidays

CHAPTER 16: Adrian

CHAPTER 16: Adrian

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Adrian woke with a start. Someone held his hands and was trying to tie them. His instincts and training kicked in before he had a chance to think. He grabbed his assailant by the hands and rolled.

Ellie’s squeak made him pause. He stared down at her. Moonlight splashed across her face. She was gorgeous with her honey-brown hair mussed and her lips parted in surprise.

“Sorry. I thought I was being attacked.” He settled his body more firmly against hers. “Maybe I was.” He tugged on the belt that was still in her hands. “Were you going to tie me up?” His c**k, which had been waking slowly from her softness beneath him, rose like a catapult.

“Yes.” She smiled sheepishly at him. “I figured it was the only way I could really be in charge.”

“Hmm.” He shifted, rubbing his d**k against her softness. “You sure you want to do that? You admitted that it’s pretty damn good the way we’ve been doing it. The best you’ve ever had.” He raised a brow at her. “And don’t deny it.”

“I can claim duress.”

“Duress?” He laughed. “I don’t think wanting to come qualifies as duress.”

“It should. Now, get off me.” She shoved at his chest.

“Why would I do that? I’m quite happy where I am.” He rocked his hips and her eyes drifted half-closed. “And so are you.” He needed to be inside her. He wanted to f**k her slowly this time, make her moan and sigh over and over. Make her say his name when he took her to the edge.

“No. Stop.” She shoved on his chest again. “I mean it.”

“No, you don’t but I’ll play.” He rolled off her. “If you want to pretend to be in charge, that’s fine.”

“I’m not pretending.” She sat up, holding the belt.

“The shirt looks good on you.” His fingers trailed along where the material rested on her upper thigh.

“Thanks, now give me your hands.”

“You’re going to tie me up with the belt?” He shook his head. “Not a task for a novice.”

“What do you suggest?” She hadn’t been too sure how she was going to make it stay tight enough around his wrists.

“You’re in charge. I don’t want to overstep.”

“I’m ordering you to tell me.”

“Well, if I were going to tie you up”—his eyes skimmed over her body before he started unbuttoning her shirt—“first, I’d make sure you were naked.”

“Stop that.” She slapped his hand away. “You are naked. So, tell me what I should do.”

“Unbutton the shirt or I won’t talk.”

“I’m in charge. You agreed.”

“Consider it a negotiation.” His fingers caressed her thigh. She was soft and warm. Her body wanted to follow his lead, but her mind fought him for every inch. It was fun and frustrating and so f*****g hot when she finally surrendered.

“Fine. One button.” She unhooked one button, causing the shirt to gape and exposing most of her luscious breasts. “What would you use to tie me up?”

“Let me show you.” His finger grazed across the skin right above her n****e.

“No. I’m tying you up.” Her voice was a little breathless.

“You sure? Have you ever done that?”

“No, but so what?”

“I can teach you and then, next time you can tie me up.” He got out of the bed, flipped on a light and walked to his closet.

“How many women have you tied up?”

“Here?” He grinned at her over his shoulder. “None. At the Club? A few.”

“Do you have the same equipment here?” She tried to see what he was getting from the closet.

“Nope but I know how to improvise.” He pulled out a clean sheet and two neckties.

“That’s a lot of...material.”

“The sheet goes under the mattress. We can then attach the ties around your wrists and to the sheet.”

“Your wrists. Not mine.”

“You’re going to insist on this aren’t you?” He knew that stubborn tilt to the chin. It was universal to woman and it meant they weren’t going be swayed by logic.

“Yes and leave the light on. I want to see you when I suck you dick.”

Now, that he could get behind one hundred percent.