Chapter 23

Landon lay still as the door opened. He wasn't sure what had woken him. There was no noise from Colette's room, and though there was silvery light filtering in through the window it wasn't bright enough to wake him.

Whatever it was that had roused him, he was awake to hear the faint sound of the door opened. Colette was shockingly silent, and only the prickling sensation on the back of his neck let him know she'd crossed the room and was standing beside the bed.

Slowly, he rolled to his side, coming up on his elbow to look at her.

She was backlit by the cloud-filtered dawn light, the simple yet elegant night dress she wore thin enough that even with the weak light he could see the outline of her legs through the skirt.

Her nipples were hard points pressing against the fabric, and asshole that he was, the sight made his cock twitch.

Her hair was pulled back, and her neck looked naked.

"I meant what I said." Her voice was soft and low. "I don't want you to touch me."

He sat all the way up. "Colette, I'm sor?—"

She leaned forward, placing a finger over his lips.

"But I need you," she said simply. "And I think you need me enough to agree to this."

Agree to what?

Colette stooped to grab a bag he hadn't heard her place on the floor. Reaching in, she pulled out a handful of black restraints.

Landon's shoulders tightened, and his gaze jerked up to hers.

"If you don't want this, I understand. And if we do it, it wouldn't change anything."

"You're going to tie me to the bed and…fuck me?" There was no way that's what she was implying.

"Yes."

Holy fuck.

Landon blinked, wondering if he was still asleep and this was an intensely vivid dream.

"Andrei offered?—"

"No." He swung his legs off the bed, holding the sheet over his lap with one fist. The idea of another man, especially Andrei with his dark kinks, touching her made Landon's heart race.

She danced back a step, out of grabbing distance. "No?"

"No. You're mine."

Ah fuck. Why had he said that? He could see her face more clearly now.

Relief crossed her features at his words.

Then her expression shifted, a mask of cool amusement hiding her true feelings. "I'm yours because it's your job to protect me?"

"Fuck that," he snarled. Landon was never at his best when he first woke up, and right now he wasn't measuring and evaluating his words. He was speaking from his gut. From his heart. "You're mine because you just fucking are."

He knew that sounded stupid. It didn't even make sense. She was going to laugh in his face and walk out of here.

Instead, she took a step towards him, holding up the restraints. "Then will you let me touch you?"

He didn't like not being in control, not being able to move. But when their gazes met, he could see she needed this, almost as much as he did.

With a silent nod he scooted into the middle of the bed and lay down. The sense of unreality growing. The last time he'd seen her she'd told him to fuck off and never touch her again after throwing a plug at his head and her collar at his feet.

Now, he stretched his arms towards the posts at the top of the bed, waiting to be restrained.

Colette carefully latched a black strap restraint to the bedpost, then slipped it over his fist.

These were simple loop restraints that depended on the restrainee's willing participation. The loop went around the wrist and then the person being restrained held onto the strap, their hold adding the tension that kept it in place. If Landon wanted out, all he had to do was slip his hand free.

He grabbed the strap, holding tight as she circled the bed to restrain his other wrist.

Colette stepped back, eyeing him. The blanket covered him up to his waist, but his cock enjoyed the way she was looking him over, and the sheet tented above his crotch.

"You've seen me mostly naked, and then all naked. You've touched every part of me," she murmured.

"Not all," he rumbled. The one thing he hadn't done was sink his fingers deep in her pussy. He'd touched her folds, her clit, but he'd been saving being inside her.

Colette inhaled at his words and swayed closer to the bed.

Landon pulled against the straps, fighting the need to grab her and take control of this situation.

"The point is, I've never seen you naked. Until now." She grabbed the bottom part of the sheet and slowly dragged it off him.

He cursed, hips thrusting up as the fabric slid against the sensitive head of his cock. She pulled the sheet off the bed, leaving him exposed and restrained.

During his training, he'd subbed for both Doms and Dommes so he'd know what it felt like to submit. So he'd respect the positions he put his subs in. Subbing had felt like wearing an itchy shirt that was two sizes too small, but he'd done it.

This wasn't uncomfortable the way it had been then. He wanted to be in charge, but this felt…safe.

He trusted her, despite all the evidence that said he shouldn't.

Colette hiked her night dress up and knelt on the bed near his hip, her gaze roaming from his chest to his cock. "May I touch you?"

"Yes," he growled through his teeth, his cock painfully erect.

Her hands pressed against his chest; fingers splayed over his pecs.

"Fuck," he groaned, closing his eyes.

"You feel it too, then."

"What?" He lifted his head.

"Every time you touch me it's like an electric shock. Even a simple touch." She ran her hands down his chest, over his abdomen. Her forearm bumped his dick and he sucked in air.

"Is that what it feels like when I touch you?" she asked.

"Yes," he groaned. "But it's more than that. Even being near you makes me feel like I'm seeing color for the first time."

Desire was making him say nonsensical stuff, but Colette was looking like him as if he'd just spoken poetry.

"We're wrong for each other," she whispered.

"I don't give a fuck," he snarled.

Colette smiled. "Neither do I."

She lowered her lips to his dick.

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Colette was breathless with anticipation, and each breath she did take made her nipples scrape against her night dress.

Landon's body was laid out before her like a feast, his cock hard and erect, the tip glistening.

She wanted, no needed, to taste him. Hands on his hips, she bent, wrapping her lips around the fat head of his cock, tasting him with one long stroke over the velvety skin.

His cock jerked in her mouth, and the wood headboard groaned as he pulled on the straps. It was delicious hearing and feeling the effect she had on him.

Colette gripped the base of his dick with one hand, holding him steady as she raised her head. She sucked as she pulled back, and it made a soft pop sound when his cock came free of her mouth.

"Fuck, Colette." He'd raised his head and was watching her with almost feverish eyes.

Holding his gaze, she rubbed the underside of the head with the tip of her tongue, concentrating on the little notch.

Landon hissed out a breath. "Take my dick deep," he commanded. "I want to hear you choke on it."

She pressed her knees together as her pussy creamed at his crude words. "Or what?" She kissed his cock, then dragged her open mouth down the side of the shaft, making sure to get it wet.

"Or I'll…do fucking nothing because I agreed not to touch you." His head fell back against the pillow and the bed frame creaked once again.

His arms were tense, the muscles standing out like he was a Grecian marble statue. Suddenly she wanted to touch him there, too.

Keeping hold of his dick with one hand, she scooted up and bent, lightly biting his biceps.

"Do it again," he demanded.

She did, pressing her teeth against his flesh. This time she added pressure, biting down, feeling the hard muscle under soft skin, similar to the feel of his cock in her hand.

"That shouldn't be that fucking sexy," he growled.

She licked the teeth-marks she'd left, then kissed a path to his shoulder. She gently slid her hand up his cock, rubbing the head with her palm, and then stroking down his length once more. This time, after a quick squeeze to the base of his shaft she cupped his balls, feeling their weight in her hand and rolling them carefully against each other.

He was breathing hard, and when she sucked and nibbled his nipples, he stopped breathing all together.

Still working his cock with her hand, she laid her cheek on his chest, watching his face.

"Too much?" she asked softly.

"All I can think about is how I haven't tasted your nipples or pussy yet. I've had my hands on you, but not my mouth." He raised his head, looking at her. "Sit on my face."

She tsked. "That's not what we're doing right now. I'm touching you."

"Then touch my face with your pussy. I won't even lick. I'll stay still."

She arched a brow.

"I'll only lick a little," he amended.

Colette smiled in genuine delight, even as her pussy throbbed.

"I could sit on your face. Let you lick me while I sucked your cock."

"Yes. Good plan. Do that."

She scooted back, until she once more knelt down by his knees.

"Wrong way. Come back up here."

"I could," she repeated. "But I won't, because then I couldn't watch your face as I did this."

Bending forward, Colette took his cock in her mouth. Holding his gaze she took him deep. The tip of his cock slid against the roof of her mouth, then bumped the back of her throat. She gagged, but checked it, swallowing as she took him deeper still.

"Fuck!" The tendons in his neck stood out, and his face was lightly flushed. It was Landon the way she'd never seen him before, not exactly out of control, but not fully in control either.

She pulled up until just the head was in her mouth, circled it with her tongue, then took him deep again.

"Faster," he commanded, but this order she disobeyed, maintaining a slow pace as she worked his dick with lips, tongue, and throat.

He thrust his hips up, trying to drive his cock into her mouth, but she moved with him, smiling around his hard flesh as he cursed.

Not that she didn't love a good face fucking—as long as she trusted the man holding her head and cutting off her air supply with his dick—but that wasn't what she wanted right now.

Still, his impatience was feeding hers, or maybe the pleasure of sucking him, of serving him in this way even if she was nominally in charge, was the reason her own control was at its limit. Her nipples ached and her pussy throbbed. She felt empty. Wanted his cock inside her, but not in her mouth.

Colette pulled back one last time, tracing the vein on the underside of his dick with the tip of her tongue.

Rising up on her knees, Colette hiked up her hem and swung her knee over his legs so she straddled his thighs.

He watched her with a hungry, feral look, and he'd never seemed more like a wolf than he did in this moment.

"Show me," he commanded, and she couldn't disobey.

Didn't want to.

She gathered her dress in her fist, pulling it up to just below her breasts. His gaze locked on her pussy.

Colette inched forward on her knees, but his cock was too long, the head bumping against her lower abdomen. Reaching down with her free hand, she angled his shaft back.

They both sucked in air as the head of his cock parted her slick folds, pressing right against her clit. She stroked herself with his cock, loving the feel of the soft, hot skin against wet, heated flesh.

Pleasure skittered through her, and she'd come quickly if she kept this up. She was primed and ready, her clit swollen with need, her pussy lips puffy.

Maybe she should come now. Maybe she should use him as a masturbation aid and then leave. She imagined it as she continued to work him against her clit, now shifting her hips in small circular motions in addition.

He'd be shocked at first. She'd smile and thank him as she climbed off the bed, leaving him tied up and unsatisfied, his dick wet from both their juices and rock hard.

She'd walk away, and then…

Colette closed her eyes, imagining him grabbing her, pushing her against the wall the way he'd done so many times before. Except this time, he'd pin her hands above her head, spread her legs, and thrust into her.

The mental image of a frustrated Landon fucking her against the wall was almost enough to push her over the edge.

"Tell me," he commanded.

She opened her eyes, blinking several times.

"Tell me what you were thinking about that put that look on your face." The low rumble of his voice seemed to shiver over her skin.

She breathed deep, relishing the anticipation of the moment. "Maybe someday."

Landon opened his mouth to protest, but instead groaned as she slid the tip of his cock down the valley of her sex, notching it against her entrance.

Their gazes met, and there was so much they needed to say, but wouldn't. Instead of talking to Landon, she'd talked to Andrei.

Instead of talking to Landon, she was going to fuck him.

Colette looked in to the warm darkness of his eyes and sank down onto his cock.