by Wolff, Tracy
My world becomes the rope...and him. Always him. My body craves his touch as he ties a string of knots down my front, from just under my breasts to my sex. A symmetrical set goes in the back, from my shoulder blades to my ass and the more he works, the harder it is for me to stay still. The harder it is not to drop to my knees and beg him to take me, to fuck me, to do anything—to do everything—to me.
But he’s crouching in back of me now, his teeth nipping at my upper thigh in reprimand for the sudden squirming I can’t seem to control. The bite only makes the need worse, though, a startled cry ripping from my throat at the sudden sharp pain of it. And the burgeoning pleasure.
I’m floating more now and time loses all meaning. One minute he’s behind me, he next he’s on his knees in front of me, the heat of his breath adding to the need building, burning, inside of me. More rope, more knots, more restricted movement until it’s all I can do not to rub my thighs together in a futile, desperate need to alleviate the ache that grows with each brush of his hand against me. With each slide of his rope.
It slithers down my leg now, and he winds it around my thigh, looping and knotting it with precision, as if all he can think about is the rope while all I can think about is him.
My whole body is raw, electric, my nerves stretched so tight that when his tongue snakes out and licks at my inner thigh it’s all I can do to hold myself upright as I arch against his mouth. His fingers go to my hips, digging in hard as he uses his tongue—his wicked, wild tongue—to ease the edge of my panties aside just far enough for him to lick his way along my slit.
Heat roars through me and I gasp, my wrists straining against the restraints as a desperate need to touch him overwhelms me. But he tied me tightly this time and I can barely move my hands let alone break free.
I can see in his face that he understands my predicament. More, he relishes it. I start to tell him off, but the words freeze in my throat as he flicks his tongue over my clit, once, twice, before kissing his way back over to my thigh.
And just that easily I slide from desperation into a dark, delirious insanity.
I hiss out his name, half demand, half plea, but Jaxon just grins wickedly at me as he goes back to securing a loop around each of my legs.
When he’s done he moves on, easing me down to the floor, spreading my legs even wider apart. Then he draws my left leg up and weaves rope from my shin to my upper thigh, doing the same with my right leg, forcing my knees up and my legs wide apart until I am completely open to him. Head back. Knees open. Hands behind my back. Completely at his mercy.
It’s terrifying. Maddening. Exhilarating. I’ve never felt more vulnerable, more exposed, but right now, that doesn’t matter. Nothing does but Jaxon—the look in his eyes, the bulge in his jeans. The feel of his hands on my body.
“What do you want, Grace?” he asks, voice raspy now as he steps back to look me over. To survey his handiwork. “What can I give you?”
“Your dick.” The words are ripped from my very soul. “Inside me. Now.”
It’s a demand, but I can’t help myself. Not now. If he doesn’t come to me, if he doesn’t fuck me, I’ll go out of my damn mind.
“Soon, luv,” he says, sliding away from me.
“Not soon,” I tell him and my voice is trembling, tears of need burning in my eyes. “Now.”
“I will. I will. Just let me—” He reaches behind him, stretching until he can reach the camera he has resting on the table.”
“Pictures?” It’s as close to a wail as I have ever gotten. “You want to take pictures of me now?”
“More than I want to breathe, Grace, my love,” he answers, as he fiddles with the camera. “Almost more than I want to fuck you.”
I rock my hips against the floor at his words, desperate for some kind of friction. Desperate for anything to ease the need that’s making thinking almost impossible at this point.
“Fuck, Grace,” Jaxon breathes, and it’s more prayer than curse. Then he’s holding the camera to his face, taking picture after picture as he moves around me.
“You’re so beautiful like this, Grace,” he murmurs as he gets close to my face. “So bloody beautiful that it blows my mind.”
There’s such reverence in his voice that I almost believe him. Hell, maybe I do believe him because the way he looks at me when he pulls the camera away from his face can’t be a lie. It’s as raw, as open, as I am right now and it makes me melt—almost as much as it makes me burn.
“Jaxon!” I gasp out, my whole body straining against the ropes. My whole body straining toward him. “Please. Please. Please.”
“Just a few more pictures, baby. Just a few more.”
“No more,” I beg. “No more. I need... I need...”
“I know what you need,” he says, and then he reaches over with one hand and snaps—sharp and fast—against my clit.
I go off like a rocket, strangled cries caught in my throat as I shoot straight over the edge into orgasm. Jaxon pulls back, takes several more photos, and normally I’d want to kill him. But right now, tied up like this while pleasure skates along my every nerve ending, I don’t feel embarrassed. I don’t feel anything but good.
The whole world is soft when I finally come back down, everything a little fuzzy and out of focus. Everything, that is, except Jaxon. He’s in perfect focus as he stands in front of me, unbuttoning his jeans and yanking them down his hips. Every cell in my body yearns toward him. His hands. His skin. His mouth. His cock. All for me.
All mine.
Then he’s kneeling between my spread legs as he shrugs out of his shirt, so close that I could touch him if I could move any of my body parts. I can’t, though. Can’t move my arms or my legs. Can’t even move my head without pulling my hair. And so all I can do is look at him and wait for whatever he’s going to give me.
With any other man I’d be going out of my mind, hating every second of being under his control. Hating even more how exposed and desperate I feel right now.
But Jaxon isn’t any other man. He’s Jaxon and as he leans forward to trace a finger around my nipple, I all but shudder in relief. The position of my arms and the ropes have my breasts jutting toward him, my nipples all but screaming for attention. He flicks first one, then the other. I cry out, arch my back. Then his mouth is there, hot and demanding as he scrapes his teeth across my nipple before drawing it into his mouth with a steady suction that has my eyes all but rolling back in my head. “Please.” It comes out soft, strangled. “Please.”
My pleading must work, because suddenly he’s there, between my legs, finger rubbing against my clit with a pressure that has me seeing stars within seconds. I’m close, so close, to going over the edge again, and he must know it because he pulls back seconds before I orgasm.
I snarl in frustration, but he just laughs. Then he reaches for a knife I didn’t even know he had and—with a few quick slices—cuts me out of the ropes.
I gasp, stretching out my arms and legs even as I reach for him. But I only get to touch him for a moment before he’s lifting me up and settling me down astride his dick.
I start to ride because the other option—of waiting—feels unbearable to me. Jaxon doesn’t seem to mind, though, because he’s right there with me, hips arching and fingers clawing at my back as I take him higher and higher and higher.
It feels good to be the one in control for once and I ride him hard, relishing the way he gasps and calls my name and digs his fingers into my shoulders, my hips, my thighs.
Leaning forward, I press my lips to his and whisper, “I love you, Jaxon Silva. I love you, I love you, I love you.”
Turns out that’s all he needed to shoot over the edge, because seconds later he’s coming, his whole body going stiff beneath me as he calls out my name. He sounds desperate, devastated, and that’s all it takes to send me flying, too. I come with his hands on my upper thighs
and his name on my lips.
I come and come and come. And when it’s over, when Jaxon cradles me in his arms and softly pets me until the whole world finally comes back into focus, all I can think about is how much I love him. How much I want to do this with him for the rest of our lives.
Which is why, when he reaches for his camera and starts taking more pictures of me, I don’t object. Because being bound by Jaxon—being loved by Jaxon—has finally set me free.
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Acknowledgments
First off, I have to thank my fabulous and amazing editor, Angela James, who is such a joy to work with. Thank you so much for your ideas regarding this book and your patience as I struggled (and struggled and struggled) to get Grace and Jaxon’s story written the way I want it. You really are the best and I’m so grateful that I get to work with you.
Shellee Roberts, Sherry Thomas and Emily McKay—thanks for being the best friends and writing pals a girl could ever ask for. I love you guys so much. xoxo
Emily Sylvan Kim—I’m running out of ways to say how much I adore you, but I’ll give it a shot. You really, truly are the most fabulous agent and friend I could ever ask for. Thank you for all your support and for all the many ways you’ve found through the years to talk me off a limb. I love you the most.
My fans—I have so much love and appreciation for you that it is hard to express. Thank you, thank you, thank you for reading my books and giving me the chance to spend my days doing what I love.
And finally, my boys, who I love more than I can ever say. We’ve had a rough and rocky few years and I just want to say thank you for hanging in there and being the coolest, most wonderful sons in the whole world. You amaze me every day.
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New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Tracy Wolff collects books, English degrees and lipsticks, and has been known to forget where—and sometimes who—she is when immersed in a great novel. At six she wrote her first short story—something with a rainbow and a prince—and at seven she forayed into the wonderful world of girls’ lit with her first Judy Blume novel. By ten she’d read everything in the young adult and classics sections of her local bookstore, so in desperation her mom started her on romance novels. And from the first page of the first book, Tracy knew she’d found her lifelong love. Now an English professor at her local community college, she writes romances that run the gamut from sweet contemporary to erotica, from paranormal to urban fantasy and from young adult to new adult. You can catch up with her and her latest releases on Facebook (Facebook.com/tracy.wolff.39) or Twitter (@tracywolff).
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ISBN-13: 9781488053764
Make Me
Copyright © 2019 by Tracy L. Deebs-Elkenaney
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