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Chapter fifteen

Mia

T he feral grin on Knox’s face makes me want to rub my thighs together while he stands at the foot of the bed and looks me over, splayed in front of him. But I can’t. I won’t get any satisfaction from the ache inside of me until Knox deems it so. And to be honest, the anticipation is ramping up the desire I feel for him higher than I ever thought possible. It’s a heady thing to give over control of your pleasure to someone. To give control of anything to another person. Any time with another partner, I had to constantly tell them what to do, how to do it, and sometimes just do it my damn self.

It’s not that I’m not opposed to communication. I think it’s key. But looking at Knox, seeing the lust in his eyes, it makes me realize that it was never about my pleasure with other men. It was about theirs. And that is the exact opposite of the man standing in front of me, very naked and very turned on. Goddamn, I want to taste him again. I’ve never felt such an overwhelming need to do that in my entire life. I want him to come undone for me, to bring him to his knees like he did to me over and over again.

Seeing the way he’s studying me so intently as though he’s trying to figure out where to start, though? The excitement burning in his eyes? Well, that’s another thing altogether. Knowing that wringing every last drop of pleasure from me is what he craves, that’s a way of bringing him to his knees in an entirely different and unexpected way.

“I want to see my cock in your mouth again, sweetheart.”

“Yes, please.”

Knox climbs up my body and rests his knees against the mattress on either side of my shoulders. His gaze is searing as he stares down at me, sending shivers through my entire body.

“One blink for green. Two blinks if you need me to stop.”

I nod and open my mouth wide.

He gently slides in, testing like he did before. This is a completely different position than I’ve ever been in, and though it’s a touch awkward at first, Knox repositions himself above me, making it easier for me to accommodate his thick length. His hand strokes my cheek as he pumps in and out of my mouth with an intense look in his eyes.

“Looking at you taking me like this, Mia? Fuck, I want to come down your throat right now.”

I let out a low moan, and he grits his teeth. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?” he practically growls at me.

Another moan vibrates through me, and he shakes his head. “Oh, you know exactly what you’re doing to me, don’t you, baby?”

If I could smirk at him, I would, because yes, I do. And I fucking love having that kind of power over him.

“Your throat isn’t where I’m going to come for the first time with you. Not by a long fucking shot.”

He pumps inside of my mouth a few more times, the sweat gathering at his brow as though it’s physically strenuous for him not to do what he so obviously wants. But if I know anything, it’s that Knox exudes control in every aspect of his life.

When he pulls out, I take a deep breath through my mouth. He wipes the spit from the sides of my cheeks, seeing as my hands are restricted by the cuffs wrapped around my wrists. His fingers lightly trail over my neck before he swirls his fingertips over my nipple and pinches. My hips shift on the bed. Fuck, I need some relief, and having him pull and gently twist my nipples is nearly enough to make me come right now.

“Has anyone ever made you come from nipple stimulation alone?”

“It’s rare any man has ever made me come, period.”

Knox shakes his head. “That’s a fucking tragedy.”

He lowers his mouth and exhales, his hot breath making contact with the sensitive point. His fingers lightly trace around my other nipple as he breathes across my skin, then his tongue laves at me before blowing cold air over my wet flesh. My hips jerk with the change in sensation.

“Holy shit,” I breathe out, shocked at the tingles racing through my body and heading straight to my center.

Knox gives me a devilish smirk, and I see a plan forming behind his eyes. I’m not exactly sure what it is, but I have every faith that I'm going to thoroughly enjoy it.

He repeats the action on the same side, and every time he blows a cooling breath, the sensations become more intense. Sweat gathers on my forehead, and it’s as though he’s turned up the temperature in his bedroom by twenty degrees. I feel myself becoming wetter and wetter, and I know if he were to even gently brush my clit, I would shoot off like a damn firework. He switches to my other nipple and does the same thing over and over. Each lick and each breath over my skin takes me right to the edge, ready to fall. Finally, with him scraping his teeth against one nipple while he twists the other, I detonate. Crying out, the orgasm rips through me, sending what feels like tiny electric shocks down to my toes. Knox releases me from his mouth and twists my overly sensitive peak while watching my face as pure pleasure sizzles through every part of me.

When my breathing evens out, Knox gets the widest, most self-satisfied grin on his face. “That’s one.”

Holy shit.

He begins kissing me along my shoulder and over my clavicle as his lips travel down the center of my chest. He stops when he reaches my pussy, then looks up at me as he takes a long lick.

“I want the taste of you on my tongue every day, Mia. You’re fucking delicious.” He licks. “And beautiful.” He licks. “And mine.” He growls those last two words before doubling his efforts against my clit, adding two fingers. I’m so far beyond stimulated from the orgasm I had only a minute before. When he rubs against my G-spot, I explode again, shattering under his mouth.

“There’s two,” he says before dipping his head again and gently kissing my swollen clit.

Knox lifts himself from the mattress, walks over to his bedside table, opens the drawer, and pulls out a box of condoms. My eyes follow his every move. Knox has always carried himself with quiet confidence, but right now, he exudes the strong, centering confidence of a man who knows exactly what he’s doing. My gaze trails over every inch of naked skin, from the defined planes of his chest to the six—no, eight—pack to that insanely hot band of muscles that point directly to his very hard and very impressive cock. Knox notices my eyes linger there as he strokes himself a few times. God, how is that so fucking sexy?

“Are you ready for me to sink into you, Mia? I can’t wait to feel your pussy strangle me,” he says before leaning down and running his tongue from the hollow of my neck, over my chin, then plunging his tongue inside my mouth. Instinctively, I try to move my hands so I can run my fingers through his thick hair as he kisses me breathless, but the cuffs stop me. This man takes me out of my mind. And I fucking love it.

When Knox breaks the kiss, he walks to the chest at the end of his bed. Opening it, he pulls out a wedge pillow and sets it next to my hip. He runs his hands from my feet to my restrained ankles, then up my calves, trailing his touch back down to the cuffs.

“What color?”

“Green,” I say with a smile.

“No discomfort from being tied to my bed like this?”

“Definitely not.” Discomfort is the last thing I’m feeling.

He stares at me from the end of his bed. My arms are stretched out on either side of me and my legs are spread wide. And Knox has never looked at me with such a hungry and reverent expression in his blue eyes that are darkened with lust.

“Lift your hips, baby,” he says before sliding the wedge underneath me. The position is completely foreign to me but not uncomfortable.

Knox runs one finger through my center, gathering my wetness and rubbing it over my clit.

“Stop teasing me,” I groan.

“Look at you," he says as I wiggle my hips. “So needy for me.”

“God, yes, I am.” I’m not the least bit ashamed to be begging at this point. I need him to fill me. I need to come again. I need him to do something and stop fucking tormenting me.

After he sheathes himself in latex, he crawls over me, holding his weight on his arms. When he lines up exactly where I need him, Knox finally sinks inside of me. His movements are slow and steady. Each thrust forward goes deeper than the one before, as though he’s making sure I’m adjusting to him. His cock is definitely bigger than his two fingers, and while I appreciate him taking his time, I want to feel him buried deep inside of me.

When he pulls out, I beg, “Please, Knox. Give me everything.”

His gaze bores into me, and with one thrust of his hips, he seats himself fully. I let out a cry, and Knox groans as he begins pumping into me with long, deep strokes. I’ve never felt so full. It’s heaven. It’s overwhelming. It’s everything I thought sex with this man would be—and so much more. My entire body is overcome with a euphoria I’ve never experienced with each and every thrust.

“Fuck, Mia. Do you feel that?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant. I feel it all. Every emotion, the rightness, the connection I’ve never had before. I feel it all with him.

His hips continue to rock against mine at a pace meant to draw out the orgasm quickly building inside of me. There’s nothing I can do, nowhere I can move, and there’s a freedom in that I never would have expected. The only thing for me to do is feel every inch of him sliding in and out of me, taking me higher and higher.

Until I break.

My body shakes with the ecstasy that ricochets through me at lightning speed. I cry out over and over, feeling every pulse of my pussy around Knox’s cock, feeling so full and so grounded while, at the same time, it’s as though I’m flying through the ether on a high I’ve never experienced.

“Oh, God. Knox,” I scream between the moans falling from my lips.

Knox throws his head back as sweat drips down his temples. His jaw is tight before he opens his mouth and lets out an animalistic roar.

“Fuck, Mia,” he yells as his cock jerks inside of me while he empties himself into the condom. His hips slow as we both ease down. When his eyes meet mine, there’s a look of awe in them.

“Holy shit, baby, I’ve never…” his voice trails off, but I don’t need him to tell me. I’ve never experienced something like that, either.

He lowers his head to my face, still keeping his weight off me, and peppers kisses along my forehead and down my nose before reaching my lips.

“You are exquisite,” he says, holding my gaze.

I smile because, honestly, I’m so overcome with emotion, I’m not sure where to begin. There are a million things that want to fall from my mouth, words that could change everything, but now’s not the time to say any of them.

Carefully, Knox sits back and removes himself from my body. He stands from the bed and walks to where my hands are bound. He removes the soft leather and brings my wrist to his lips, kissing me there without breaking eye contact. He moves to the wedge under me and slides it free before moving to the end of the bed. He holds my ankles and does the same thing, unstraps me, then places an adoring kiss where the cuff was before moving on. When he releases my last binding, he grabs a tissue and removes his condom, as though he wants to make sure I’m released before he pays any mind to himself.

He leans over me and cups my cheek in his large palm, then places a light kiss on my lips.

“I’ll be right back,” he says softly, then heads into his en suite bathroom. I hear water running moments later, then Knox comes back into the room, sweeping me up in his arms.

“I can walk, you know,” I say, giggling as he carries me into the bathroom.

“You can, but I like taking care of you.”

Well, if that isn’t one of the sweetest damn things he could say to me right now.

He sits on the edge of his large marble tub that looks like it should be in a fancy hotel or something before placing me on his lap. His hand tests the water while the tub fills. All the while, he peppers light kisses over my shoulder, then sweeps my hair up while his lips travel across the back of my neck to my other shoulder. It’s not rushed. Hell, it’s not even meant to excite me and get me ready for another round with him. His kisses are worshipful and sweet, as though he’s thanking me without saying the words.

When the bathtub is full enough for him, he stands and places me on my feet before holding out his hand. I take it and allow him to help me into the large tub, holding on as I sit down near the middle. A long sigh escapes me as the warm water washes over my skin.

Knox climbs in next and lowers himself behind me. When he pulls my back against his broad chest, I relax into him. He begins running his hands up and down my arms as he places more kisses against my shoulders.

“Sore?” he asks as his hands slip from my arms to the tops of my thighs. “I don’t imagine you’re used to staying in that position for as long as you were.”

“I’m good,” I assure him. “Actually, I’m more than good,” I say, tilting my head toward him with a small smile on my lips.

“Mia, I can’t tell you what it means to me that you trusted me with your body. You are absolutely breathtaking.”

“That was…I can’t even explain.”

“Try,” he says, imploring me with his eyes.

“I never knew it could be like that. Like I could let go of everything and be so in the moment that nothing else exists apart from the things you were doing and the way it made me feel. It was as though you saw inside of me and knew what I needed without me having to tell you. And I trusted you to take care of me. I knew if something happened that I wasn’t on board with, you would stop. But I also had every faith that you wouldn’t do anything I didn’t like. There was a connection I’ve never felt.”

“That’s exactly how you should always feel with me, sweetheart. And I felt it too, Mia. God, watching the way you lit up for me and the way you looked at me, I could feel that trust, that passion. It was…everything.”

I rest my head against his shoulder as my fingertips glide along his strong thighs bracketed against my own. There was never a moment when I thought this would actually be a reality, but as we sit here, I can’t imagine ever not having this.

Knox grabs a beige sponge and pours some bodywash into it before dipping it in the water and squeezing the sponge until he creates a thick lather. It smells like him, woodsy and citrusy.

“Sorry, this is all I have. I’ll make sure to stock up on yours tomorrow.”

I smile as he runs the sponge up and down my arms, over my breasts, and down my stomach.

“That’s okay. I don’t mind smelling like you,” I say, turning toward him in time to see the corner of his mouth tip in a small grin. “Besides, how do you know what kind of bodywash I use?”

“I may have taken a peek when you were passed out in your bed the other night.”

Jesus, that was only a few nights ago. It feels like a lifetime.

“Is it strange to you that, until four days ago, we’d barely spoken?”

Knox tilts his head back and forth. “Yes and no.” His hand reaches for my chin and he swivels my head so I’m facing him, making sure I really see and hear him. “Make no mistake, I knew I wanted you long before that night. I wanted you from the first time I saw you at Thorn and Thistle when you swept in, pissed off about something, and ordered a whiskey seven. I wanted you when I saw you at my brother’s the night Lucy’s house was broken into. In fact, after that night, I told all my brothers you were off limits when I caught Braxton staring at your ass before I followed you home.” He bends and places a kiss on my damp lips. “I knew I wanted you the night your car got a flat tire—and the night of my birthday party. I decided I wasn’t going to stand in my own way anymore. So no, Mia, it’s not strange for me. Everyone else? Maybe. But I don’t give a shit. This is me and you. No one else gets a vote.”

Jesus fucking Christ. For a man who, until a few days ago, didn’t say much in my presence, he’s sure as shit making up for it now.

“Does that scare you?” he asks.

Just like I thought, Knox is an incredibly confident man. Nothing much seems to rattle him. But when he asks me that question, I detect a tiny bit of the insecurity that he’s trying to cover up.

“There’s a part of me that feels like I should be scared, that we should be taking things slow because that’s how I’ve always done it.”

“Slow went out the window right about the time you pulled into my driveway tonight, sweetheart.”

He leans in for another kiss and resumes running his sponge over my body.

“And I don’t regret that decision for a single second,” I say.

“No regrets, baby. I don’t give a shit about timelines. We’re here now, and that’s all that I care about.” Knox sets the sponge aside and uses his hands to cup the water and rinse my shoulders. “Spend the night?”

I was so unsure about this part. Do I stay? Do I go? There’s no controlling the smile that lights up my face. “Of course.”

“Good, because I wasn’t kidding about wanting your taste on my tongue every day.”

“I do have to work tomorrow, so I’ll have to take off in the morning.”

“That’s fine. I’ll set my alarm and wake you up with my tongue between your legs.”

This man is literally trying to kill me, I swear. My heart rate picks up speed, and my already warm body heats further, making my skin a darker crimson than it was moments ago from being in the bath.

“I could get behind that,” I say as Knox’s fingers travel to my center.

“You know, I hear an orgasm before bed is a great way to help you fall asleep.”

“Really?” I breathe out as his finger begins circling my clit.

He hums in affirmation. “Care to test the theory?”

“Absolutely.”

So we do. And wouldn’t you know, after two more orgasms, one with his mouth and another while he’s buried inside of me, I have the best sleep of my entire life.