Page 80 of Resist

“Baby, please uncuff me.”

“No.”

He opened his eyes and stretched toward me. “Let me touch you.”

“I can touch myself.”

“Then do it,” he snapped.

My eyes flared at his demand, so I stepped closer, still out of reach, and returned my hands to my breasts, kneading them before squeezing my nipples. They bounced free of my grip when I let them go, turned around, and bent over, running my hands down my legs and back up again.

“Fuck me,” he murmured.

Slowly standing upright, I glanced back to find him adjusting himself. It was what I’d wanted; him hard, needy, and uncomfortable, so I turned to face him again and dipped my hand to my pussy, lightly waving my finger across my clit, back and forth, faster and faster. My eyes closed and I sucked in a breath, my head dropping back as my free hand shot out to the tiled wall for support.

The clang of metal against metal was sharp and continuous, and it prompted me to open my eyes.

“Un. Cuff. Me,” he gritted out, the cuffs clanging on the bar as he wrenched.

I panted and closed my eyes again. “Just a second.”

“For fuck’s sake!”

My orgasm hit and my legs near gave way, water trickling into my open mouth as I licked my lips. He yanked on the cuffs again, which was when I smiled and turned off the water.

“Would you mind passing me a towel please?”

His eyebrow rose. “Would you mind uncuffing me please?”

“Certainly. Just pass me a towel and I’ll go and get the key.”

Lucas reached beside his head where the towels were neatly folded and stacked on a shelf. He grabbed one and tossed it to me.

“Thank you.” I smiled and ever so slowly dried my legs and hair then secured the towel around my body. “I’ll be right back.”

Inwardly laughing, I retrieved the key from my case, headed into the bathroom, and leaned against the doorframe.

“Well?” he said, holding out his free hand. “Where is it?”

I tossed him the key and he caught it. Lucas unlocked the cuffs and rubbed his wrist before a predatory glint surfaced in his eyes and he lunged for me. I screamed and turned for the bedroom but was caught before I’d even reached the bed.

“That was cruel,” he murmured in my ear from behind.

“Watching me get off is cruel?” I asked, pretending to be offended.

He paused. “Well, no. But not letting me help is.”

“I didn’t need your help.”

Lucas slid his hand between my legs and slipped his finger inside me. “You don’t?”

I moaned. “No.”

He kissed my neck and jaw while continuing to slide his finger in and out. “How ‘bout now?”

I shook my head, unable to voice words.

Turning me around, he lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, and walked me to the bed where he laid me down, his lips and tongue teasing as they made their way to my clit. “How ‘bout now?” he murmured, blowing my sensitive skin.