Restless Spirits by Shyla Colt Page A

go. No judgment in our space.”
    “Our space?” A wide-mouth grin broke out, chasing away his moment of fear.
    She rolled her eyes. “Yes, are you happy?”
    “For now.”
    “Good.” She smacked his ass. “Now go do my bidding. I’m in charge tonight.”
    “You like that far too much.”
    She winked and slipped off her shoes, stripping down to her skivvies.
    “Now what?” Pierce stood in front of her in a pair of navy boxer briefs.
    “Lie down on the bed. We’ll start small, just your wrists.”
    “You plan on doing this again?” He arched an eyebrow.
    “Just leaving my options open.”
    “Mmhmm.” He gave her a skeptical glance but did as she asked. She walked over to her bag and dug out her softest set of scarves.
    “You sure you ready for this, lover?”
    He glanced down at his tented boxers. “More than you know.”
    “I think I can figure it out.” She sashayed to the bed and trailed her nails up his belly to his chest. With the other hand, she trailed the cloth over his skin. He shivered. “I like seeing this new side of you. Almost soft and a bit vulnerable.” She dragged the lightweight material up his arms and took his hand, lashing it to the headboard.
    “How does that feel?” She tugged at the knot, testing the tightness.
    “G-good.” His voice wavered, and his eyes looked unfocused.
    A few minutes later, he was spread-eagle on the bed with both wrists restrained.
    “Where should I start? So much beautiful skin to explore.” She bent down and flicked his nipple, pinching its twin. His hips shot off the bed, and she chuckled. “Like that, huh?” She added teeth, and he moaned.
    “I like anything you do, Demi.” His whispered words were sincere and pierced her hardened shell, slipping under her skin and into her bloodstream. She’d been ensnared. The weekend wouldn’t be enough for all the things she wanted from him.
    “We’ll see.” Recovering, she dug her nails into his chest. He sucked in a deep breath. Red welts popped up in her wake. She lowered her head to his smooth skin and tasted the salt flesh with her tongue, licking a path to his waistband. Body taut, he held still as she traced the patch of flesh above the elastic band. His cock twitched, and she palmed him, massaging him through the cloth. He ground his hips up to meet her caress, moaning. High on power, she paused, dipping her thumbs into his boxers and pulling them down his legs. She quickly shed her underwear and crawled up onto the bed, trailing her fingers up his legs. The hairs tickled, and his body jerked. She traced the sensitive flesh in the crease of his thigh and hip. His wrists flexed, and he strained against the bonds. Their gazes locked. The heat in his eyes burned her, and the trust humbled her.
    “I want to make it good for you, Pierce. Tell me what you want.”
    “You on my dick.” He spoke through his teeth, each word clipped.
    She climbed into his lap and rubbed her wetness over his cock. “Like this?”
    His lids lowered, and he bucked up against her. “Fuck. Yes.” She continued to grind into him, stimulating her swollen clit against his hip bone.
    “You’re so wet, D.”
    “For you, Pierce. I’m soaking for you.” She reached down and gripped his base and eased down on his cock. “You stretch me so good, baby.” Feet braced against the mattress, she rode him hard. His hips snapped in time with her rhythm. She pressed her palms to his chest, grinding into him.
    “Yes, yes.” Her walls flexed, and he yanked on the scarves.
    “Uh-uh-uh. I’ll give you what you need.” She rose up, slamming down over and over. He roared, fucking her harder. “That’s it, baby. Come for me.” His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he shot off inside her. The hot liquid pushed her past the brink, and she convulsed, riding the powerful wave. Exhausted, she collapsed on top of him and caught her breath.
    “I hate to move, but I need to untie you, sexy.” She slid off him and crawled to