Tethered (Book Two of The Invisible String Series)

The Proposal: Part Two

"Mhm. It's not very nice to tease someone is it, babe?"

Lizzie's eyes narrow dangerously, and for a moment I'm unsure if she's actually pissed or just messing with me further. I think I have my answer, though, when she closes the distance between us and places a hand on my chest to shove me backwards. "Upstairs. Now."

Okay, I might have crossed a line. But I gotta admit that I really like it when dominate Lizzie comes out to play. Like on New Year's Eve, because my god. It just makes her even more hot, and I quietly follow her command, keenly aware of her footsteps echoing my own as I make my way up the stairs and into our room.

I hear the door slam shut behind me, and spin on my heel to see that the blonde is still sporting the same look. Now that we're actually upstairs, I start to realize that it may have been a mistake to poke the metaphorical beast, because I have no idea what she's going to do to me.

(AN: THIS IS YOUR OFFICIAL SMUT WARNING, MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!!)

Lizzie suddenly takes a step towards me, and I automatically respond with a step backwards, and my fiancée raises an eyebrow. "Don't. Fucking. Move."

Oh my dear sweet lord I am definitely in trouble, because her harsh tone makes the already wet spot between my legs intensify and I feel whatever confidence I had early completely disappear. "Lizzie, I-."

The blonde holds up a hand and I shut my mouth so quickly that my teeth clank together painfully, but I pay no attention to it. My sole attention is focused on my fiancée, who honestly looks like she's either going to kill me or fuck me senseless. And that thought makes me squirm under her intense stare. "Shut up. You will not speak, you will not move, you won't even lift a finger unless I tell you to. Understood?"

I'm torn between answering and staying quiet, because I really don't want to get into more trouble than I already am, but I also really, really, really, really, want to at the same time. "Uh, am I supposed to answer?"

For a brief moment Lizzie's face softens and she sighs as she steps closer, looping her index fingers through the belt loops of my pants. "Yes, you can answer if I ask you a question."

I nod, reaching my hands up to place them on her shoulders, only to have them swatted away by the blonde. "I don't think so, baby. You don't get to touch me just yet."

Well alrighty then. I really want to respond to that, but I choose to stay quiet instead and bite down on my tongue, and let this play out however she wants it to. I did say earlier that whatever she wants, she'll get. Plus this is insanely hot.

I continue to stay silent as she places her hand against my collarbone and lightly pushes, walking the two of us backwards until the back of my knees come into contact with the end of our bed. "Sit."

Once I've sat down on the edge of the mattress, she steps into the open space between my parted legs and grasps my chin in one of her hands, forcing my gaze to meet hers. "Do you know what happens when you play with fire, Y/N?"

Her grip on my chin prevents me from moving, so I make the choice to speak, slightly embarrassed at the sound of my own voice when it comes across as totally submissive. "No?"

The blonde bends over, and for a moment my eyeline falls to her chest, and I have a pretty good view of her cleavage before she roughly jerks my face upwards and I'm forced to meet her gaze once more. Her face is inches from my own, and I can feel her hot breath on my cheeks as she speaks. "You get burnt."

The sound that leaves my mouth is somewhat of a mashup of a groan and a moan that's slightly muffled, and Lizzie seems to have enjoyed it because she finally releases me and steps backward with a satisfied look on her face. "Get undressed."