Making Him Wait: (A Light BSDM, Sexy and Short Romance) (Beg Book 1)

by Lola Wilder

  I didn’t move. “You said you wouldn’t do anything I didn’t ask for.”

  “I’m not going to do anything except keep you from running away. We both know you want to be here—there are just some silly reservations holding you back. It’s time to let go of those. Now, wrist.”

  My tongue felt clumsy as I tried to explain. “Look, maybe I do want you, but— But this is just silly. I think you’re really, um, really great, but I can tell what you want from me.”

  Luke’s hands dropped to his sides. He looked bewildered. “Why are you so convinced that I only want one thing from you?”

  Did he want more? Hope rose in my chest, but I knew not to free it just yet. “You came on really strong from the first moment we met.”

  “Ava, I’m interested in you. Sparks fly every time we touch, so of course I wanted to experience that chemistry. Just because we give into that doesn’t mean I’ll suddenly be uninterested.” Luke ran a hand through his hair in frustration, giving me more of a glimpse of this new side of him.

  “Oh,” I said softly. With no words left, I shyly held out my wrist.

  He looked startled for a minute, but then a dazzling grin spread across Luke’s face. His strong hand captured my arm before hooking it to the wooden bedframe with a soft silk tie. He did the same with my left arm, and I squirmed with the desire that was building in the pit of my stomach. I ached for him to touch me elsewhere, but he was focused on securing me.

  Luke sat back on his haunches and smiled at me. “Good,” he said. “You’re not getting away this time. You’re staying right here in this bed and I’m going to get as many moans and gasps out of you as I please.”

  That drew a gasp from me on its own. I was desperate for his touch—could already feel hot moisture building between my thighs. I stared at him with yearning, desperate eyes, but Luke didn’t actually move.

  “You’ll have to ask, remember?”

  Oh. I still felt a little too shy for that, squirming uneasily under his intense gaze. “Luke, what about dinner?”

  “It will reheat,” he said simply.

  Silence reigned for a short moment, during which my breath continued to accelerate. There was something so erotic about laying here before him with the silky restraints tight against my skin.

  “Um, then… will you kiss me?”

  Luke kissed my forehead and I groaned in protest. “Luke!”

  “Oh, sorry, kiss you where?”

  “Lips, please.” I ached with need.

  “These lips?” He asked as his thumb brushed across my face.

  “Or these lips?” He asked as his other hand lightly brushed my sex.

  “Yes!” I yelped as his fingers gently brushed past my most intimate lips.

  “Yes, what?” He asked with devilish grin.

  “My mouth…my err…face…my lips up here. Kiss me up here!” I stammered in a panic.

  “Pity. I was hoping for something more exciting. I’m sure we’ll get there.”

  He didn’t wait for a response before claiming my mouth. The length of his body stretched out across mine. It felt like an immediate continuation from where we’d been on the couch, and my body responded instantly. I caressed his lips with my tongue and felt my back arching up, pressing my breasts into him.

  I groaned with need, wanting his hands all over me, but Luke only kissed me—slow, lingering kisses that tingled their way down through my core and out my toes. The fire in my center only continued to build, and I squirmed anxiously, waiting for him to move forward.

  He didn’t. Endless minutes passed. Finally, I broke free from the intoxicating pull of his lips and managed to gasp, “More.”

  Luke pulled back. He looked amused, but his pupils were so dilated that his brown eyes were nearly black and his breathing was ragged. I was relieved to see this affecting him as well. “More what?” he asked.

  I was too far gone to be shy. “More anything,” I groaned. “Kiss me, lick me, fuck me, wherever, however, I don’t care. I just need more!” My voice was a breathless needy whine.

  He ground the hardness of his erection against me and I choked on air. “I can do that,” he rasped.

  With ruthless expert efficiency, Luke’s hands slipped under my back and unzipped my dress. He wiggled it down my hips, at the same time raining kisses and nips across my tender exposed neck and collarbones, and I saw stars.

  As soon as my breasts slipped free, my bra went flying, and he teased the underside of my delicate flesh with his thumbs for only a moment before engulfing the tip of one nipple in his hot mouth. A whimper escaped my lips as Luke pulled not just the nipple, but the whole peak of my breast into his mouth, leaving a trail of fire around the sensitive skin. He alternated between the right and left, pulling at one between his finger and thumb while his lips teased the other. My back arched up into his caresses, and he slowly began to kiss his way down my abdomen.

  With each slow, erotic kiss, my breathing sped up until I thought I might hyperventilate. A stray thought crossed my mind and actually managed to stick.

  “Luke,” I whispered. “Luke, hold on.”

  He moved back, kneeling between my legs, and quirked an eyebrow at me. Maybe it was a good thing I was tied to the bed, because that was enough to make me want to tackle him and kiss him some more.

  I tried to breathe more normally. “You have too many clothes on,” I purred in Luke’s ear.

  “Do I?”

  “Yes. Take them off.”

  He leaned in very close, hot breath gusting across my ear. “So you just tell me what to do now?”

  “Please?” I whimpered.

  “You don’t sound like you really want to see me. …Beg.”

  He cruelly captured my nipple, tormenting me with a twist of his hand, and I cried out in pleasure. “Oh, God, please? Please, Luke, I just—want—to—see you.” I was panting.

  Luke finally placed a quick burning kiss on my lips and moved back. His strong fingers moved quickly down the buttons of his shirt. “I suppose I would be more comfortable,” he said mischievously.

  The crisp white fabric slowly parted, revealing a muscular torso with the lightest dusting of hair. My eyes were glued to him—my own little strip show, right there, with me tied to his bed. I ached to run my finger down his abs, but there was no chance of that.

  Shirt discarded, Luke’s hands moved to his belt buckle. My eyes widened as I took the bulge that tented against his gray slacks, capped with a damp spot that spoke to his excitement. Luke must have noticed my change in expression, because he suddenly slowed down.

  “Oh God,” I gasped. “Hurry up.”

  He stopped entirely and leaned forward, idly brushing one finger against my panties with the lightest of touches. “No,” he said, quietly but forcefully. “You made me wait,” he continued. “So I’m going to make you wait.”

  I bit my lip. I didn’t know if he meant waiting for him to undress, or something more.

  It turned out it was both. Belt unbuckled but still hanging from the loops, Luke leaned back in. “Now, where was I…,” he murmured, warm breath dancing across my stomach.

  His thumbs suddenly slipped under the sides of my panties, warm against my hips. He slowly pulled them downward, eyes locked to mine, and I tilted my legs to accommodate him. For a brief moment, I was grateful that I’d thought to put on a cute pink thong, lacy and flattering, but then Luke’s head lowered and my eyes just fluttered shut.

  I ached, waiting for the touch I was certain was coming, but instead Luke just spoke, inches away from my center.

  “Oh right,” he said. “I was supposed to be taking my clothes off.” I could feel the tickle of his breath, and I gasped—but he pulled back and slipped his belt off before stepping out of his slacks. Underneath, he wore tight black boxer briefs. I was torn between my desire to see more or have him keep going, but Luke decided for me.

  In a blink, he had a hand around each of my thighs and was spreading them. I had no chance to be shy before I
felt his tongue slipping out to dip into my pool of moisture. I arched up with a cry, but he held me tightly to the bed. His hot tongue spread slippery moisture across my swollen folds, moving with short strokes that felt wickedly delightful. He worked me into a frenzy, until I felt the muscles tightening deep inside me. Escalating moans slipped out between my lips with every breath, and I felt myself about to tip over the edge—when suddenly Luke pulled back.

  I groaned in frustration.

  “Sorry,” he said. “Not done undressing.”

  “Oh Goddd hurry,” I panted as he stood up to get undressed.

  Suddenly, his boxers were off, and a lovely thick cock sprang free. His erection was impressive, throbbing and a beautiful shade of deep purple…and I wanted to touch it more than anything. Mindless with desire, I tried to reach for him, forgetting the ties around my wrists.

  “Luke,” I cried out.

  He leaned in, whispering against my lips. “You have to wait, remember?”

  But this movement put his body just inches from mine, and when I arched up his hot tip brushed my center. I was totally lost. I locked my legs around him, yanking his body downward and moaning in success when he pushed against me.

  Luke froze, breathing harsh, swollen head barely parting my folds. “Dammit,” he choked out. “Ava, God, I’m making you wait. We need a condom.”

  “I’m on the pill,” I said, straining upward, trying to pull him inside me.

  After an endless moment, Luke suddenly pushed forward, sinking to the hilt inside me. “Ohhh God you are so tight,” he gasped.

  I found myself half laughing and half moaning at the erotic sensation of finally, finally, being filled. “So no more waiting?” I panted.

  “No waiting.”

  With that, he was moving within me, pumping in and out of my body with short, powerful strokes. Almost immediately, my toes started tingling, and I felt myself moaning uncontrollably again. I jerked up against him, trying to match his thrusts but unable to control my movements.

  “Oh God,” I cried. “Luke, I’m going to cum!”

  He slowed, almost stopped, just twitching against me. “No,” he gasped. “Wait.”

  “Wait?!” I whined in dismay. “You said no waiting!” The mouth of my arousal actually hurt because it was so close to spasming.

  “Wait. Just. A little,” he groaned, punctuating each word with a hard thrust.

  “Oh!” I cried mindlessly. I clung to the frayed edge of control, barely keeping my body from exploding. “Please! Please!”

  “Wait,” he choked.

  Two more thrusts, and the tingles were shooting up my legs. I knew I couldn’t hold off any longer, but I’d lost control of my lungs—I couldn’t even tell him.

  “Now,” he growled, and my body immediately clenched. Orgasm washed over me so hard I lost sight for a moment, arching up with one long cry as muscle spasms tore through me again, and again, and again. The pleasure washed over me again and again as I rode the waves of my orgasm, and I was only vaguely aware that Luke had reached his peak as well.

  Finally, our bodies stilled. A small mewling sound barely slipped out of my throat when he twitched, so Luke just smiled and laid on top of me for a moment.

  When I caught my breath, my first exhausted thought escaped my mouth. “I should be this kind of girl more often.”

  A chuckle rumbled against me from Luke’s chest. “Well, you did make it to the third date.”

  I found myself laughing. “That’s true. Thank you.”

  “And,” he said, rolling me over on top of him, “You’re going to make it to the fourth date. Tomorrow.”

  I smiled happily down at him. “Is that so?”

  “Oh yes.” He frowned suddenly, looking thoughtful. “Well, that’s if I decide to let you leave this bed. Otherwise it would still be the third date.”

  I just laughed and kissed him. “Either way is fine with me.”

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  Other Short Stories by Lola Wilder:

  The Girl Next Door

  Follow the Queen