AN: So, unfortunately my beta is still having computer issues and I haven't gotten this back from her, so bear with any grammatical or spelling mistakes you may see. I've read it over several times and hope I caught them all, but after a while, you miss the mistakes. Lyrics to Rope Burn belong to Janet Jackson and the appropriate writers/label. Also, light bondage and fetish in this story. Nothing too explicit, but you've been warned.
Chapter Summary: Michael learns that relinquishing control isn't always a bad thing.
Rope Burn
When you walked in the room
You knew just what to do
He smelled her before he saw her. The tantalizing, haunting mix of vanilla, honey and rain teased the air and filled his nose, its delicate whisper flowing over his senses like a warm summer breeze. It was a scent that sent tingles down his spine, made the blood pulse through his veins, his mouth water for soft, mocha flesh wrapped around him, contrasting with the pale, creamy gold of his own and his heart began to thrum wildly in his chest.
He knew she'd come tonight, as she did most nights since they'd begun this relationship. One they kept quiet, not because they were ashamed of their love, but due to the others inability to understand the depth of their feelings or their draw to one another. He'd been waiting in impatient anticipation for her shift to end, for the moment he could have her all to himself, away from prying eyes, where she came alive for him alone.
Licking his lips, he desperately wanted to turn his head to watch her slow glide through the room, be captivated once again by the slight undulation of hips that taunted him many a night as he pretended to not watch her at work, but she had given him specific instructions for tonight. So, he kept his face and body turned away from her as he kneeled in the middle of his bed, his breath already ragged as his body tightened with expectation.
You could have gone from door to door
But you knew just where to go to
Her breath caught in her chest as she studied him quietly, his broad muscled back gleaming in the low light and already rippling with a palpable sensual tension that had the air crackling around her. Electricity crawled over her skin in tiny little sparks, zinging lines of heat through her blood as she licked her lips lightly, shivering as his scent surrounded her, the hint of desert mingling with spice and musk, sliding over her senses in warm waves. He'd always had this affect on her.
Nibbling on her lower lip, she smiled and crossed the room slowly, sliding a square of crimson silk through her fingers and came to a stand still behind him, swallowing thickly as bunched muscles rippled in anticipation under the candlelight, his body heat searing her skin. Splaying her hands on his back, her breath hitched and body clenched as he shuddered under her touch and ran her fingers over the length of his spine, reveling in the feel of steeled satin beneath her fingertips.
Sliding onto the bed behind him, she slid her hands over his shoulders, pressing her chest to his back, the soft lace of her tank top molding to the curve of his spine and sunk her fingers into thick, soft tawny waves, tugging on them gently to pull him tightly against her. She smirked as his breath caught in his throat and he grunted, his Adam's apple bobbing softly when she brushed her lips over the curve of his ear, tracing it with the tip of her tongue and scraped her teeth over the lobe as she whispered in his ear.
Come into my velvet rope
And tell me fantasies (Tell me your fantasies)
"Tell me what you want," she husked, her warm, damp breath wafting over his skin, making him harden further, the rasp of her voice chasing lines of fire over his nerves, his skin burning as her hands raked over his chest possessively and her lips trailed over the cords of his neck. Closing his eyes, he inhaled sharply as teeth nipped at his pulse, followed by the slow rasp of her tongue. God, she turned him inside out.
"Do you want me to taste you?" she murmured seductively, making his mouth run dry as she sucked his pulse into her mouth and his blood jumped as her hands slid lower, caressing the taut slope of his stomach. "Do you want me to touch you here? Or maybe you want me to touch you here?"
He hissed when her fingers traced between his splayed thighs teasingly and it took every fiber of his willpower not to turn around, grab her and throw her onto her back. Curling his hands into the bedspread, he gasped aloud when her hands grazed over his erection, the fire bubbling in his gut spilling over and suffusing his body with a slow ache as she lightly cupped him and squeezed gently before sliding away, whispering, "Or there?"
"Yes," he rasped breathlessly, his breathing hitched and thready to his own ears, voice trembling, breaking with undisguised need, body quaking under her light, teasing ministrations.
The passion in your voice I wanna hear
As you start to tell me
"Good," she purred softly, tracing the line of his jaw with her nose and lips, lightly nipping the tender skin as one hand buried in his silken locks once more and tugged firmly, his low, desperate moan sliding over her skin like liquid silk, igniting the fire smoldering in her womb. Chuckling under her breath, she slid her lips over the nape of his neck, sinking her teeth into his skin as she simultaneously slid her other hand over his chest, pinching his nipple lightly.
Swallowing thickly, she rubbed her body against his sinuously, the lace scratching against their skin, her nipples pebbling as he shuddered and rocked back into her, rubbing against her core roughly and she couldn't help a quiet moan of her own as tiny shocks of pleasure prickled over her skin. God, he was so intoxicating and she couldn't help but get lost in his taste, like sun and rain personified, and scent, the feel of his form fused to hers.
Drawing a soft, shallow breath, she slid a hand over his ribs, reaching between them to grab her discarded silk scarf and pulled it around to the front, smiling when his eyes widened, before growing heavy with lust as she stretched the material between her hands, skimming it over his chest. Pressing parted lips to his temple she held it in front of his face, her breath wafting over his cheek and ear as she queried silkily, "Are you ready?"
While you're at it take the blind fold
Tie it gently on me
"Please," he murmured huskily, quivering with desire, his entire body infused with a fire, raging out of control as she twisted the fabric and he swallowed harshly as her lips smoothed along his hairline to hover over his ear once more as she whispered, "Close your eyes." Breathing heavily, he eagerly complied, a trill of excitement and unease snaking its way over his spine as she wrapped the cloth around his eyes and tied it behind his head gently.
Licking his lips, he unfurled his hands, reaching back blindly to rest them on the splayed thighs cupping his ass and hesitated, almost asking her for permission to touch her. Moaning when she pressed her body closer to him in response, he slid his hands slowly up smooth, bare thighs, his breath stuttering when he realized she was wearing one of her little skirts that drove him insane. God, the sensation of not having his sight and having to heighten his other senses was incredible.
Her skin felt so different without his vision, somehow softer but yet much more textured, the little curves and dips that he never saw jumping to his attention, the underlying spice of her skin reaching new heights and the rasp and heavy cadence of her breath as his hand crept higher over her thigh filled his head with a sweet rhythm. It was the most erotic, sensual feeling he'd ever experienced in his short life and he couldn't get enough.
Don't wanna see but feel the things
You're gonna do to me
Closing her eyes, she gasped as his fingers slid under her skirt to lightly tease the crevice between her thighs, leaving his touches featherlike, barely there. Trembling, she pressed into his hand for more, allowing him this small touch as she knew that soon it'd a while before he had the opportunity to do so, craving the delicate strokes of his fingers and relishing in his startled murmur as his fingers met bare wet folds.
Licking her lips, she sighed when he groaned at his discovery and jolted against him as his fingers slid over the slick slit, dragging two fingers over the length before slowly circling her clit. Jerking against his hand, her nails bit into his shoulders and she whimpered in the back over throat, breath quickening as he stroked her leisurely until she commanded breathlessly, "Enough. Lay down."
His breath snagged as he pulled his fingers away and brought them to his lips, her musky, sweet scent and tastes a sucker punch to the gut as he licked the moisture away. Groping blindly he turned, sinking back into the pillows, his body clenching with anticipation as he felt her shift on the bed, his blood bubbling like liquid fire the longer she kept him waiting. And then suddenly her hands were on him, raking down his chest, making his back bow at the sensation.
"Oh God," he groaned, clutching at the bed desperately and stiffened as her fingers reached out of nowhere to scrape over his stomach, drawing lines of fire in their wake. Sinking his teeth into his lower lip, he bucked and grunted, flames licking his skin when teeth nipped at his chest lightly, breath blowing against his wet skin before moving tauntingly away. Panting, he writhed, waiting with baited breath for her next move.
Tie me up tie me down
Make me moan real loud
Grabbing the two crimson silk scarves she'd set on the bed a moment before, she slid her body over his, reveling in his sharp breath, as the rough material of her clothing teased sensitized skin, the rasp setting fire to his heightened nerves. Straddling his hips, she rocked against him roughly, silk rubbing against worn denim and he grunted, jerking when the zipper bit against his skin slightly, the perfect combination of pleasure and pain burning in his stomach.
Moaning, he gripped her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pressed her core against him, giving a lazy undulation of his hips, spilling white-hot bliss spiraling over, in and through her skin, touching places that ached to be filled only by him. Throwing her head back in ecstasy, she gasped, her body bowing as a sweet, hot inferno consumed her, a heat with blinding, scorching intensity surging through raw nerves.
Lowering her head, she stared at the man beneath her with lustful, hooded eyes and grabbed his hands intent on taking back the control he had momentarily snatched from her grip with one small roll of his hips. God, he made her burn. Breathing deeply she slowly crept up his body, the heat of his skin radiating through her clothing, melting her further and she pressed his hands to the bed, commanding huskily. "Leave them there."
His throat convulsed, his breath coming in sharp, harsh pants as she took one square of silk and drug it over his flesh teasingly, loving the way his body shuddered with trepidation in response. Grasping one wrist, she wrapped the soft fabric around his wrist and tied it off, creating a silken cuff before binding it tightly to the bed. Licking her lips, her body tightened as his breath quickened and dark passion rippled through their bond, understanding dawning on his face as she repeated the actions with his other wrist.
Take off my clothes
No one has to know
"Jesus," he breathed harshly, unable to resist testing his bonds and finding himself completely helpless to her whims, he drew several strangled breaths into his constricted lungs as heat, passion and the slightest edge of fear raced through his bloodstream, speeding up his heart to an almost unnatural level. Oh, God, she was going to kill him with this new game. "Liz…baby, please."
"You okay," she whispered against his ear, her warm damp breath spilling enticingly over his skin, making him squirm impatiently, desperately wanting to feel her lips on his, sliding hotly over his skin. Sucking in a breath, he trembled when her lips brushed over his jaw lightly to play against his, rubbing back and forth tauntingly but never giving him the satisfaction of the full weight of her mouth. Growling, he raised his head, trying to capture the elusive velvet swells and grunted when she pulled away teasingly.
"God, yes," he growled, writhing under the stroke of her hands as they slid over his chest, the bite of nails in his shoulders eliciting a jerk and pained groan as she lowered herself over him once again, finally capturing his lips in a heated kiss. A moan of pleasure bubbled over his lips, trickling down her throat as her tongue slid against his, stroking skillfully before she curled hers around it, sucking it in to her mouth and applying a light suction. Oh, God, where had she learned that? He wasn't sure he wanted to know, but damn it was insane.
Whisperin'
I wanna feel a soft rope burn
Wanna feel a rope burn
"Like that?" she whispered against his lips, laving his bottom lip with the tip of her tongue, not even waiting for his affirmation as she invaded his mouth, sinking her hands into tawny waves, curling the fine strands around her fingers and jerking, smiling against his mouth when his body stiffened under hers. Pulling away, she trailed hot, wet lips over his slightly damp, salty neck, the flavor of his skin exploding on her palate, the vibration of his throat as he purred in pleasure making her lips tingle and eliciting a low moan out of her own throat.
Flicking her tongue over the hollow his throat, she sunk her teeth into the tender skin, her nails raking over his chest as she sucked his skin into her mouth, biting down sharply and grinned wickedly when he cursed softly, his hips bucking against hers unconsciously, lines of fire rippling from the center of her body and encompassing her. God, her body was already hot, heavy and achy, each little grunt and noise in the back of his throat adding to the flames licking her body.
"So you never told me," she murmured, sitting up and rocking her hips over his a couple times as she scraped her fingers over his nipple before tracing circles around it lightly, the skin hardening further under her touch. Pinching it sharply, she smiled as he jerked and yanked at his bonds, grunting in frustrated passion when he remembered he was at her mercy. "What do you want?"
One in the mornin'
I'm feelin' so free and sensual
Sensation will do
"Fuck," he swore softly, body clenching, unable to articulate his thoughts any further as her head suddenly dipped and latched on his still tingling nipple, rolling the small tip over her tongue as she suckled his skin softly, laving her tongue over it before blowing lightly. Gasping as the sensation chased chills down his spine, he licked parched lips and vowed vengeance when she finally loosed him. The kind of punishment that would have her burning and writhing the way she had him writhing, feeling as if he was burning from the inside out with every touch of her lips and glide of skin.
"Mmmm,' she mumbled, her low chuckle chasing sensual shivers over his skin and he clenched his hands, his nails biting into his palms and knuckles cracking under the strain as she traced a path to his other nipple, circling it tauntingly before repeating her actions, nibbling on the stiff skin and driving him near mad with desire. "Oh yes, we'll get to that eventually. But what do you want now? I can't read your mind."
"Christ," he panted as her lips slid over his stomach, her tongue teasing intricate designs over it, her mouth branding each inch of his skin with her mark and he jolted as blunt teeth scraped over his hip bone before her tongue traced a searing path over the little trail of hair on his lower abs. Squirming, his breath quickened as she trailed a hot, wet path along the edge of his pants. Oh God, he didn't know how much more he could take. "You…I want you…naked…on top…top of me."
Lyin' here wearin'
Just my imagination for you
"Impatient much?' she teased as she slid down his body, laughing softly when he growled and reached for the snap of his pants, ripping his pants open with her powers, enjoying his startled cry as her tongue dipped under the cloth, teasing his skin, just brushing the salty tip of his erection. Pulling back, she slid her fingers under the waistband of his boxers and peeled both layers clothing slowly down his legs.
Throat convulsing, her breath caught as she stared down at him ravenously, admiring the strong, muscled form that belonged to her and her alone. God, they really did know what they were doing when they made him. Licking her lips, she slid her hands up his legs, molding, shaping and massaging the firm flesh gently, his course hair gliding over her fingers as she crawled between his legs to tease the inside of his thighs.
Straddling his hips once more, she hitched up her skirt so that her bare, hot, wet skin glided against his hardened shaft, grinding against him and moaned long and low as the friction made her core clench, stars exploding before her eyes in tiny prickles of sensation that sent a current of electricity ricocheting through her nervous system. Gasping, she rocked again, a guttural moan ripping from both of their throats as the tip of his shaft nudged against her clit, sending ripples of heat curling through her veins.
"God, don't stop," he choked hoarsely as she stilled her hips, moving up his body slowly so she could whisper in his ear, brushing her lips over the sensitive flesh as she asked innocently, "But I thought you wanted me naked and on top of you," giggling when a heartfelt groan ripped through his throat and he muttered incoherently under his breath.
Can you feel the warmth of the
Candlelight embrace your body
Holding his breath as she sat up, her thighs caressing his ribs, his mouth watered as the slight rustle of material caught his ears and he visualized lace and silk slowly sliding from her skin, grunting in anticipation when the clothing hit the floor with a sigh. Licking his lips, he drew a shallow breath as slightly damp, satin flesh slid over his and melded together, the scent of her arousal intensifying, teasing his nose, a roll of hot, consuming love and passion radiating throughout the whole of him.
"Do you trust me?" she whispered, as she stroked firm, taut sinew languidly, her honeyed voice and warm caresses fanning the fever spreading through his blood to new heights. He was quickly reaching the point of sensory overload, each sensation magnified ten times over from the lack of sight, the lack of control and the anticipation of what the mischievous, little vixen planned next. And he loved every single powerless second of her skillful seduction.
"Yes," he replied hoarsely, his voice strained and cracking under her sensual assault and he arched into her touch, urgently trying to increase the pressure of those far too light, teasing strokes sliding down his body. Breath hitching, he bit back an oath when the tip of one slim finger trailed over his shaft tauntingly, her nail scraping tender skin and his erection jumped unconsciously with a tingle of awareness. Oh God, what was going on in the beautiful, devious mind of hers? And did he really want to know?
"Good," she chuckled, her laugh caressing him like crushed velvet, its rich, slightly dark, tones sending a spike of anxiety through his blood chased by the hot burn of pure, unadulterated lust. What the hell was she up to? Shuddering, desire rippled over him as she once again stroked his arousal and he yanked almost violently against his bonds, desperate to feel her underneath him, gasping at her next taunt. "This won't hurt…much."
"Oh, God, when I get loose," he growled, his breath stalling as she stroked his steel length once more before halting to do God only knew what and he vowed darkly. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk for a week."
I'm feelin' the hot candle wax
Drippin' down the small of my back
"Promise?" she lofted airily as she reached for the small bottle of oil she had set aside before discarding her unwanted clothing and basked in the confused excitement clouding her lover's face, the way his chest rose and fell with labored breaths and how his heart pounded fiercely against hers. It was a heady experience having him at her mercy and under her control for once.
"Promise nothing," he grumbled, hissing when she dribbled a few drops of the strawberry and champagne flavored oil over his flesh, his hands latching tightly onto the wooden slats of the headboard as he waited for her to continue. Watching his face intently, she licked her lips and smoothed the oil over his shaft slowly, loving the raspy moan that spilled out of his throat as the slippery substance glided along his skin. He probably thought it was only a lubricant, little did he know. "It's a guaren…holy shit! Fuck!"
His body bowed, the slats in his hand creaking as he clamped down, every muscle tightening and on fire as she lightly blew on the oil, a flash of heat enveloping all of the skin the warming massage oil touched. Chuckling as he continued to swear softly under his breath, she ran her hand ran over his erection, heightening the light burning sensation as she pressed her mouth to the tip and blew down its the length.
"Oh, God," he whispered hoarsely, squirming as her lips wrapped around the tip, her tongue flicking over the head teasingly, her shallow breaths inducing another wave of heat over his skin, sinking into his blood until it pounded a searing tempo through his veins. Licking her lips, she smiled and pulled away, massaging the sacs at the base of his shaft, spreading more of the fiery liquid over his flesh, her raspy, excited breaths a light form of torture for the man writhing under her touch. "Liz, baby, stop torturing me…"
"Mmmm, I don't know," she whispered, her breath wafting down and inciting another round of heat, the sensation almost overwhelming to overly-sensitive, raw nerves. "I kinda like having you writhing and helpless under me."
Tie me up tie me down
Make me moan real loud
"Liz, please…" he trailed off, his low moan of pained bliss filling the room as she finally took him into her mouth fully, the warm, wet heat of her mouth the perfect compliment to the burning heat of the oil she'd smeared on his body. Oh god, the vixen, he would have never dreamed that she'd do that. Rocking his hips softly, he held his breath as she responded by drawing him a little deeper into her mouth, bobbing slightly, so that the friction caused another reaction to the flavored oil. "Oh, God, you're going to kill me, woman. You're so paying for this."
He quickly shut up however, biting his tongue as his comment set off an exquisite chain reaction, making her laugh slightly, which made her breath run over his skin and sent heat burning through his body once more. Heart pounding, his body tightened as every muscle in his body clenched, a wave of undiluted wild passion pouring through his veins and he panted erratically, going crazy with every skilled swipe of her mouth and tongue. If she didn't end this soon, he was liable rip the headboard apart, to get to her, damn the rules.
"Damn it, Liz, please," he begged, finally at the end of his rope and sweat beading his forehead, he cried out with pleasure as teeth scraped over his length as she withdrew, nearly sending him over the edge with that simple act alone. Gritting his teeth, he breathed shallowly, fighting back the pleasure building in his body and threatening to bubble over in the most intense orgasm of his life; tempting as it was to give into the that release, there was only one way he wanted to come and that was with her wrapped around him. "Fuck me, already!"
Panting raggedly as she pulled back, he squirmed as she gave one last swipe of her tongue, using her mouth and then her powers to wash away the remnants of oil warming his skin, taking the edge off and easing the sweet, aching burn just a touch. Dragging herself up his body, her damp, warm skin molded to his as she took his mouth, kissing him heatedly as her hands sunk into his sweat-drenched hair and he lifted his head, crushing his lips to hers, moaning as the residual oil on her lips and tongue warmed his mouth, strawberries dancing over his palate.
"All you had to do was ask, Michael," she murmured against his lips as she pulled back, pressing hot, slick flesh against his erection, the new heat making his body twitch as she ground their lower bodies together, a breathy moan rippling over her lips.
Take off my clothes
No one has to know
A choked, almost hysterical, laugh bubbled over his lips, cutting off into a sharp gasp when she grasped his shaft, positioning it at the entrance of her core, sinking down slightly and splayed her hands over the firm, muscled planes of his chest. She slowly brought him into her body just couple inches before bobbing slightly, setting off another round of cursing at her slight tease and laughed softly, her own cut off when the impatient man beneath her took matters in his own hands and rocked his hips almost violently, impaling her fully onto his shaft.
Gasping, her head snapped back, back arching at the sudden, unexpected invasion of her body, a heartfelt moan of pleasure crawling out of her throat as her hands clenched, digging her nails into the taut sinew under her fingers. Letting out a shaky breath, she looked back on the panting man beneath her, rocking her hips experimentally and licked her lips, purring when the movement sent pleasure ricocheting over her nerves and his face tightened with an answering rush of desire and pleasure.
"Baby, please," he grunted, rocking his hips against her impatiently and nearly groaning in relief when she began to move over him, slow and deep at first, but quickly picking up the pace when she caught her rhythm. From the way her body tightened around him, he could tell that she was as close to the edge as he was and thanked the fates for it because he had no idea how long he'd last after her little game. "I can't take much more."
"Michael…" she murmured, gasping little breaths bubbling out of her mouth as she leaned over and captured his in a deep kiss, tangling her tongue around his as he met her thrust for thrust, each deep, penetrating stroke pushing the electricity zinging through their bodies higher, igniting the burning ache into a full-fledged inferno of passion, desire and heat like nothing either of them felt before. "So close…"
"Let go, baby," he murmured, his voice tight and strained as flames licked along his skin and every muscle grew tight as her inner walls clenched, the stirrings of her orgasm beginning as they slid over him in an almost desperate, frantic pace, creating a delicious friction that had his shaft swelling in response. Meeting her frenzied pace, he gasped, sweat dripping over his temples as he growled low his throat. "I'm right behind you."
"Oh, God," she whispered just before stars burst behind her eyes, pleasure shooting through her body and she tensed, throwing her head back with a silent cry as shockwaves of bliss raged through the whole of her, setting every nerve on fire as she burned from the inside out. Digging her nails into his shoulders, she gave a ragged sob as her body slackened, electricity zinging through her blood as he continued to pound into her, reaching for the blinding, white-hot edge of bliss hovering just out of reach.
Giving an inarticulate shout, he surged forward one last time and cried out her name as pleasure exploded through his body, its white, euphoric lightening ripping over his nerve endings. The wooden slats under his hands creaked sharply, giving a little crack as his body jerked and clenched. Riding the shockwaves, he panted breathlessly, his body slowly relaxing into the warm, bliss radiating through and over him and rumbled with pleasure when lips brushed his softly as he came back to awareness.
Breathing deeply, he licked his lips and focused on regaining his breath as she lay against him limply, a pleasant weight draped across his chest. He purred when her hands ran over him soothingly and floated on that blanket of love and euphoria, its warm, curling tendrils easing the raw ache of earlier. Only thing that was missing now was holding her close to him, something he was going to rectify now that he could actually speak again.
"What am I going to do with you?" he rumbled, pressing his nose into her hair the best he could and drew a deep breath, sighing as her scent filled his nose and deepened the glow of love welling in his heart. How quickly she had become home to him.
"Love me?" she giggled sleepily, turning her face toward him and tipping it up so she could study his face, her lips curved into a sated smile and lifted a limp hand to trace his features tenderly. Heart welling with love, her smile deepened when his lips curved in response to her words.
"I do," he whispered, his heart overflowing with the emotion and he sighed happily as her fingers combed through his hair, tangling the strands through and around her fingers as he vowed passionately. "God, do I love you."
"I love you too," she replied softly, lifting her head off his chest lazily, propping herself up slightly onto her forearms and hands, her elbows hanging over the sides of his chest as she studied him lovingly, her hair sliding over his skin like silk.
"So you plan on releasing me any time soon?" he queried, his voice slightly amused as she seemed to hesitate for a moment, probably remembering his earlier threats; ones that he had every intention of fulfilling when he could move once more, but he was far too spent to act on at this point.
"Ummmm…" she hummed, brow pinching thoughtfully as she wondered if it were safe to actually let him loose after everything she'd done to him. While she didn't feel the least bit repentant over her actions, she knew full well he had every intention of paying her back in full for her antics and couldn't help wondering if there was a way to keep him tied up indefinitely. Probably not, he'd just use his powers to get loose and then she'd really be in trouble.
"Don't worry, Parker," he snorted softly, knowing full well why she was holding back and sighed when he felt her hands at his wrists, using her own powers to loosen the now constricting knots and releasing him. Rolling his wrists, he grunted as he felt a slight burn from when he impatiently ripped at the bindings, but those small wounds were well worth the results, so he didn't complain. "I'm far too exhausted to enact my revenge just yet. I just want to feel you in my arms."
Slowly sliding his arms down, he pulled the blindfold off, blinking hazily as the candlelight met them and willed tears into them to combat the dryness. Gathering her into his arms, he pulled her off his chest, hissing slightly as he slid out of her body. Turning onto his side, he tucked her firmly against him once more, staring down at her sleepily and pressed a soft kiss on her upturned mouth, whispering tauntingly against her lips.
"But mark my words, when I recover, you're mine."
Whisperin'
I wanna feel a soft rope burn
Wanna feel a rope burn
