Keep Me: A HERO Novella Read Online Free

returns and tosses something on the bed before circling his arms around my waist. I’m off my feet in a moment, eye-level with him. “You are the sexiest, most enticing thing I’ve ever seen,” he says. “How I went a day without you, I don’t know.”
    I wrap my arms around his neck and nuzzle him. “This is nice.”
    “Don’t worry about tonight. We’re going to do what feels right to us. Up on the bed.”
    He sets me down, and I crawl to the middle of the mattress. He picks up two things and shows them to me.
    I shake my head. “Calvin,” I say cautiously. “What are you doing? No—”
    “We won’t take this next step until I know you trust me.”
    Rope hangs from one hand and in the other, he clutches something black and slinky. “I’m going to tie you to the bed and blindfold you. Don’t argue,” he cuts me off. “I’m not going to treat you like you’re breakable. We both know you’re not, and we both know I can’t. If you don’t want to, we’ll go to sleep and try again another time.”
    “How can I possibly trust you?”
    He drops his hands to his sides.
    “But I do.” I show him the undersides of my wrists and wait.
    With his eyes on mine, he smiles slowly. “Spread your wings, Sparrow. As wide as you can.”
    I show him my wingspan. He ties one wrist to a bedpost and the other to the opposite end. He’s quiet as he works, and for a moment I wonder if he’s nervous. If his heart beats as hard as mine.
    His eyes leisurely scan down my face and neck to my breasts before flicking back to mine. “Trust me,” he says. Silky darkness blinds me. I lift my head, and he ties the scarf in place, just tight enough that it won’t slip off. “Good girl.”
    In obscurity, I wait, tense and edged with trepidation anticipating his touch. When wet lips graze the curve of my neck, my hands jerk against the rope. His mouth lingers there before disappearing and reappearing on the curve of my left breast. His tongue slides down to my nipple, sucking me with gentle pulls. He continues this way, slow and deliberate, between my breasts, over my stomach and my hipbone. My breathing grows labored, and my body trembles when his mouth vanishes again. I open my legs wider to welcome what I know is coming. My mind sizzles with only one thought that my hips convey with an impatient, begging motion. He licks me once, and I can feel his smile there.
    The tip of his tongue pushes inside me, rims my pussy then thrusts deeper. My every nerve is firing, screaming for more as he continues to taste me, carefully but with increasing pressure. The headboard rattles with the force of my pulling and pushing; I want to grab fistfuls of his hair and bring him closer.
    “You taste even better than I remember,” he says, kissing the heated core of me.
    “I want to taste,” I breathe.
    His mouth leaves, but I get his body warmth instead. “Just a sample,” he says with a brief kiss. I lick the tanginess of myself from my lips and try for more, lifting my mouth and hoping for contact.
    “Now, open wide,” he says. He clicks his tongue. “Not there.”
    I close my mouth and spread my legs. His shaft, a ridged column of stone at this point, slips and slides over my wetness.
    “How’s that feel?” he asks.
    My answer is barely audible through my moan. “More.”
    “Though I’d love to have you come in my mouth so I can lick you clean, I want you to climax with me inside you.”
    “Yes, Calvin.”
    “Say that again.”
    “Yes, Calvin,” I repeat as he continues his slow glide against me. “Whatever you want.”
    His lips lock over mine and swallow my squeal as he presses the tip of his cock to my opening. My hands ball into fists while he inches into me. The exquisite pleasure and hint of pain is almost agonizing as he stretches and fills me, prying my body open to make me take him.
    I want to tell him to go faster, but I’m wary of pushing him. I don’t know what it would take to bring back the old Calvin. My