Tethered (Book Two of The Invisible String Series)

The Proposal: Part Two

I don't know when exactly, but it's like my body just switches into autopilot mode as I follow the woman's directions, shedding my clothes under her very watchful eye until I'm left sitting naked on the edge of our bed. I should feel humiliated when I patiently wait for further instructions, but I don't. Lizzie is totally in charge here and I really fucking like it.

The blonde lets out a hum as her eyes rake over me, and for a moment I swear that I see her already almost completely dilated pupils expand just a little bit more as takes up residence in the space between my parted legs once more. Her touch is softer this time as her fingers lightly trail over my cheek before she tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. "Good girl. If you keep following instructions like that, this will go much more smoothly for you, princess. Go get the strap and put it on."

I let out another involuntary moan at her praise and the new nickname I've been given, and shuffle backwards on the bed until I reach the top and the bedside table, where the toy in question is waiting. It takes me a few seconds to get the harness fitted onto me, but when I'm satisfied with my work I glance back up at the blonde. She's since shed her heels and let her hair down, but is still completely dressed in her black gown, and as she slowly makes her way around the edge of the bed I watch as the room's light catches on the fabric and it ripples into differing shades of blues and greens. It's only when I realize she's come to stop on my side of the bed that I start to open my mouth to question why she's still dressed, only to find her index finger pressing against my lips. "I didn't say you could talk."

Realizing my almost slip up, I hesitantly open my mouth and playfully bite the tip of her finger before wrapping my lips around the digit and sucking, watching with a little satisfaction as she swallows harshly. I release her finger from my mouth with a pop, and smile a little at the unreadable look on her face.

Before I can blink she shoves me backwards until I'm flat on my back, and she's suddenly on the bed with me, slinging one leg over my motionless body to straddle my stomach. Her dress bunches around her waist, and it takes me a moment to realize that I can feel her wetness against my bare skin, telling me that she's also at some point shed her underwear and I bite down on my lip to stifle another moan as she grinds her hips down against me, smearing her juices all over me.

My hands move on their own accord to grasp at her waist, but they're only there for a split second before she removes them from her body and places them above my head. "What part of no touching don't you understand?"

"I'm sorry."

Lizzie raises an eyebrow, and I realize my mistake too late and feel her slim fingers wrap around my wrists, transferring the hold on them to one hand as the other moves to cover my mouth. "Don't make me gag you."

I resist the urge to bite down on her palm and instead stay silent once more, or at least I do until she rolls her hips against me again and I moan into her hand at the feeling of her heat sliding against me. Lizzie hums as she does it once more, her eyes fluttering shut and I swear to god that I feel like I could cum right then and there with every roll of her hips. My eyes stay locked onto her face, watching as it scrunches up in pleasure and my hands twitch uncomfortably in her tight grasp with the want to reach out and touch her.

It's official. I'm going to die, right here on this bed. And my tombstone is going to say 'fucked to death by her woman' or something equally gay.

I somehow manage to free my mouth from her palm and suck in a breath as her hips roll against me. "Lizzie, please. I-."

The blonde stops her movements at my words, and her eyes snap back open to meet mine. "That's not my name right now, princess."

My mouth falls open, and I wrack my brain for a few seconds to try and remember how to close it before I quickly snap it shut. "Are you sure?"