What the Lightning Sees: Part Three Read Online Free Page B

fingertips.
    “Put your hands down,” I said, moving her slightly so she was standing between my knees.
    She complied quickly and I stood up, pulling the rope through my hands, the fibers bending under my fingers as I searched for the middle section.
    “We’re going to try something new. I’m going to tie the rope around you so your arms are fixed by your sides. Do you understand?”
    She nodded. Her eyes were wide.
    “Are you frightened?”
    “No. I want it,” she whispered.
    Jesus. I needed to stay focused. I needed to give her what she wanted.
    “You tell me if it hurts or if your hands start to tingle. Do you hear?”
    She nodded.
    “Haven, tell me you understand.” I grazed her peaked nipples with my knuckles.
    “I understand.”
    “You need to be comfortable. I don’t want to hurt you.”
    I pressed the rope against the skin of her belly, trying to distract myself from the way her flesh yielded around the fibers. It was the perfect density to leave that delicious red mark without causing pain. Slowly, using both hands, I began to wrap the rope round her, working my way up and down her torso, wrapping her up, readying her for me. “How does it feel?” I asked as she watched me.
    “Good,” she replied. Her eyes were slightly glazed and her mouth parted as she drifted under my control.
    “How good?” I trailed my fingers down her stomach to her slit. I knew before I touched her what I would find. I could smell her arousal. It surrounded her like a cloud. “Slippery already?”
    She groaned and her head fell back. I worked faster, coiling the rope around and down past her elbows, taking care that there was room between the rope and her skin. It was the perfect length. I secured the ends and took a step back to see what I’d created.
    There she stood. Her amazing tits jutted out over the top of the rope and were framed on either side by her hair. You couldn’t see her flesh through the rope, but I could imagine it compressed, the blood pushed out of the way. When my eyes met hers, I could see desperation.
    “Can you move your arms?” I asked.
    “No.” She made a small attempt to struggle, but she was tightly bound. “Jake?”
    “Yes, baby?”
    “I need you to fuck me.”
    I groaned at her request. I wasn’t sure I needed to touch her. She looked on the brink of climax where she stood, without any additional help from me. “I want you to bend over the bed. Turn your face to the side so I can still see you.”
    She did as I asked and thrust her ass into the air as she dropped to the bed.
    “Open your legs.”
    I stripped off my clothes and fell to my knees behind her. Her wetness glistened, inviting me in, but I was going to make her wait until I tasted it. Just a little. I bent forward and licked the back of her knee. She buckled and I steadied her. Her body was so responsive, so perfectly attuned. I dragged my tongue up the back of her thigh in a heated trail; her skin was soft and tight. As I reached her ass, I bit down and thrust two fingers into her at the same time.
    She lifted her head from the mattress. “Please,” she cried.
    I soothed the just-bitten area with my tongue, then sucked and sucked. I wanted her marked. By me. By the ropes, my teeth, my cock. I wanted to own her.
    My fingers found a rhythm and quickly became coated in her as I rubbed her clit with my other hand. Breathlessly, she began her climb toward her climax. “No. Jake. Please. God. Yes.”
    Her words got quieter as she got closer, and I pulled away from her, needing to hold myself back if I wasn’t going to fall over the edge with her.
    She whimpered. “More,” she cried. “Please, don’t stop.”
    I pushed my fingers back inside her, unable not to give her what she wanted when she asked. “Don’t stop?”
    “Don’t ever stop.”
    “Oh, baby, you’re going to be begging for me to stop.”
    I thrust my fingers and my tongue against her, and in seconds she was pulsing around my fingers, crying, “Yes,