One Night with Sole Regret 05 Tie Me by Olivia Cunning Page B

and slender as you,” he said.
    She stared at her dress on the floor, willing it to rise up from its puddle and cover her again. She was certain he’d much rather use a more feminine form for his bondage sculpture. Why had she agreed to this?
    His legs entered her line of sight, and the rope he’d been holding landed in a tangle on the floor. She choked back a sob when his hand cupped her shoulder and then slowly slid down the length of her arm. She was sorry she was a disappointment. That she wasn’t an ideal specimen for his art. That she wasn’t pretty enough. Wasn’t perfect.
    “Can I see your back?” he asked.
    She spun around. Annoyed with him. Annoyed with herself. His fingertips traced eight slow paths down her back.
    “Your lines are amazing,” he said.
    Yeah, her flat as a board, straight as a stick lines.
    “So graceful. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more perfect body for this.”
    Her brow furrowed. Perfect? But didn’t he prefer curves? “Do you think so?” She lowered her hands and looked down at her too white belly and those stupid freckles that decorated her chest.
    “Can I start? I don’t think I can wait any longer.”
    She nodded, feeling almost proud of her body. How weird was that?
    “Just take off your bra and panties and sit up here on the piano for me?”
    Whoa. Too fast. “I’d rather leave them on,” she said.
    His fingertip traced the top elastic of her panties along her lower back. “I guess I can work them into the design,” he said. “If you’re more comfortable with that.”
    She nodded and was surprised when he moved to the side table and blew out all three of the candles.
    “What are you doing?”
    “I want to do this by feel.”
    “By feel?” she squeaked.
    “I don’t want to get distracted by your beauty.”
    She chuckled. “Okay. That was just cheesy.”
    “Just stating facts.”
    “You already have me in my underwear and willing to be tied and at your mercy. You can lay off the pick-up lines.”
    She felt him move to stand just behind her. His palms slid over her rib cage and down her quivering belly toward her small scrap of lace modesty.
    “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” he said. “It’s probably a good idea to leave them on. Your exposed pussy would be far too tempting to resist.”
    He cupped her mound and gently squeezed. Her breath stalled as she involuntarily arched against his palm.
    “I can feel your heat,” he whispered into her ear. “This doesn’t have to be a sexual experience, you know.”
    With Kellen in charge, yes, it did.
    “I can’t help it,” she said. “Just being in the same room as you turns me on. How do you expect me to react when you touch me in the dark?”
    “Just as long as you realize I’m not going to make love to you. Not because I don’t want to or because you aren’t the most beautiful woman I’ve ever touched, but because I made a promise I’ll never break.”
    Dawn scowled. That fucking dead girl again.
    “If you want, I will make you come, though,” he whispered. “Give you more orgasms than you can stand.”
    So maybe his inability to break a promise wasn’t really a burden after all.
    “Do you want that, Dawn? Do you want to come?”
    “Y-y-yes.”
    His hand slipped into her panties. When his middle finger slipped over her fully engorged clit, her legs buckled. He drew her back against him until his hard cock was prodding her in the ass. She squirmed against him, wanting that big thick shaft buried deep inside her already.
    He bit her ear and eased her around the piano until she faced the keyboard.
    “Play my song while I make you come for the first time,” he demanded quietly.
    As if she could argue with that request.
    She fumbled with the keys and didn’t start at the beginning. She started with the second stanza. The one that rose and fell like the waves, like a lover possessing what was hot and achy and swollen and wet just for him.
    Kellen stroked her clit with the cadence