“You’re right-handed, correct?” he asked as he got to his knees beside her, his cock only inches from her arm.
“Yes.”
“That’s ‘yes, my lord,’ human,” Wrath growled. “Get it right. I’ll ask again. You’re right-handed, correct?”
His growly voice was scary and hot. She thought this was going to be a quick tumble, maybe oral if she was lucky. He clearly had something else in mind. She’d play along.
“Yes, my lord. I’m right-handed,” she said with a smile. This was weird, but it was fun.
“Good girl. Give me your left hand. If you don’t want to play anymore, say ‘elevator.’”
“Yes, my lord.”
She offered her left hand and he cuffed it and then attached the other cuff to a spindle on the headboard. She bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest.
“You are not to touch me without permission, is that clear?” he asked.
That command made her ache with desire to touch him. He was so close she could feel his heat.
“Yes, my lord,” she said. “May I touch you, my lord?”
Wrath leaned in. “Noy yet,” he said.
He lifted her hand and softly kissed her palm and then her wrist. It was far more erotic than she expected. Then he kissed the inside of her elbow followed by her shoulder. Already, her skin was tingling.
She lifted her hand to touch his shoulder, but he grabbed it.
“No touching me,” he said, “but you can touch other things.”
He moved her hand to her breast. She watched his face as she gave it a gentle squeeze. A low growl vibrated through is chest and she knew she’d like this game.
Wrath took his time, exploring her body from her collar bone down to the sensitive underside of her knees. Jess was getting more tense by the minute. Why didn’t he pay attention to the part that needed it? He was driving her insane.
“Please, Wrath,” she whispered.
He moved up her body and then lied down on his side beside her, his body pressed to hers.
“Touch yourself,” he said.
“Yes, my lord.”
Jess had never touched herself in front of anyone. Now she was naked, handcuffed to a bed, and ready to do anything to ease the acute longing that permeated her flesh.
She watched Wrath’s eyes as she caressed her breast. He was laser focused on her hand. Even though she was the one handcuffed, she felt like she had all the power.
Jess ran her fingers down her body to her inner thigh and then back up, brushing her clit before going down along her slit and sliding a single finger into her silken wetness.
Wrath, propped up on one elbow, moved his free hand down and ran a finger over the front of his cock. Heat surged between her legs. She wanted to be the one touching him. Jess moaned softly and moved her finger to her clit rubbing in teasing little circles.
It was the most intimate thing she’d ever done with a man and he was barely touching her.
“I won’t let you touch me until you’re about to come,” Wrath said.
Her skin was getting cold, all her blood had been directed to the most vital area of the moment. She briefly considered asking for a blanket, but then Wrath blew lightly on her shoulder and her whole body seemed to warm. It was magic.
She began rubbing her clit in earnest. No longer teasing circles but long strokes. Wrath palmed his cock and slowly stroked as he watched.
She felt her orgasm building and picked up her pace. She closed her eyes and then Wrath’s hand gripped hers, stopping her from reaching her peak.
“I know what you need now,” he said.
Before she knew it, he was parting her legs and lowering his head down to her mound. His fingers delved into her and then his tongue made contact with the already sensitive bundle of nerves she’d been stroking. He started with a swirl of his tongue, fanning the embers of her desire. Then he began more forceful strokes up and down over her clit.
Jess writhed on the bed until Wrath pinned her hip with one hand. Damn, he was strong. She knew she was moaning and possibly speaking, but she had no idea what she was saying.
Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, tossing her helplessly in its turbulent wake. Wrath slowed his pace as her body trembled with every flick of his tongue. When he’d wrung out every drop of pleasure, he wiped his face on the sheet and then nibbled and licked his way up her body until he reached her breasts.
Still panting from her orgasm, Jess groaned. “Please, my lord, fuck me.”
He left her breasts and moved up. She felt his erection pressed against her clit. He shifted his hips slightly eliciting a moan.
“Please,” she whimpered.
“Are you begging for my cock?”
“Yes,” she said. Her left arm was getting uncomfortable, so she tried to change position.
Wrath reached up and the handcuff came loose. It was the play kind with a button and didn’t require a key. He lowered her arm and kissed her shoulder.
Jess wrapped her arms and legs around his delightfully hard body as he slid inside her. One word came to mind: Complete.
Chapter 13
He was incomplete and it was maddening. He relied on the instincts of his dragon far more than he realized. It picked up on subtle hints and cues that he didn’t consciously notice. To make up for it, he had to consciously watch every move Jess made.
The little game of making her touch herself was no game at all. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to pleasure her correctly without the guidance of his instincts. He’d watched attentively so he could learn to pleasure her properly. Never had he been so alert to a woman as he was to Jess and he liked it.
Wrath was totally out of his depth but, more than anything, he wanted to give her the best night of her life.
He watched her eyes widen as he thrust into
