Tiger Lily: Part Three (26 page)

“Are we hungry? Can we have breakfast food? I have a craving for strawberry crepes,” Mary said with added enthusiasm.

Ian put his arm along her shoulders. “Yes. There is a place a couple blocks down from here.”

I smiled when I noticed Mary didn’t try to remove his arm as we got up and walked out of the bar. I snuggled into Jonas’s side as we followed behind to a small crepe vendor a few blocks ahead on Orchard Street. We ordered then stood outside eating crepes.

I laughed when I looked down at my watch. 1:17 a.m. “It’s odd to eat here in the middle of the night.”

“It’s New York,” Ian said with a shrug.

Only in New York can you dare to dream and have a wish granted,
I thought with a smile on my face.

After we finished, Ian’s driver pulled up to the curb to drive us back to Tribeca.

Ian stepped close to Mary and fixed the scarf around her neck. “Why don’t we give them the night and you come home with me. What do you say, Mare Bear?”

She scrunched her face. “If you never say my nickname again.”

Ian gave her a mischievous grin, leaving little doubt he wouldn’t keep his promise.

The driver opened the door and we all got in, headed back to Tribeca. The street barrier was moved aside and we didn’t see any reporters as we pulled up to the loft. Once we stopped, I caught Mary’s eye and gave her my “are you sure” look.

She returned her “nothing will happen” eyes. I glanced at Ian. “Nothing” wasn’t the impression I was getting from him. But Jonas’s hand was out for me to take, beckoning me to get out of the car.

“See you tomorrow, my dear friend,” I said with an emphasis on the last two words as a protectiveness rose within me.

Ian took my now-vacant seat next to Mary and I watched her scoot closer to him. Before the door even closed, they were all over each other. The car pulled off before I could say anything.

Nothing will happen? So much for off-limits.

Jonas wrapped his arm around my waist and we moved past the security guard and into the building. We took off our shoes and walked straight upstairs to the bedroom.

“Sit here and wait for me,” he said, shifting to command mode. He rose and walked into the bathroom and I heard the tub filling.

An anticipatory thrill went through me. I could get him to compromise on other things, but I understood this was our domain. This was where we could let go.

He was nude from the waist up. He stalked back up to me, seemingly larger than before, and stopped in front of me. He bent down and unhooked my bra and I lifted my arms for him to remove it. He then hooked the sides of my panties and worked them down my legs. “Lay back.”

I laid back on the bed with my legs dangling on the sides. As Jonas bent down, he eased the nylon fabric of my thigh highs down my legs, then gripped my thighs and opened them wide. “I want your legs and arms open. But will you be able to keep them that way for me?” Jonas asked.

“Maybe.”
Probably not. Just touch me
.

Jonas rose and walked away. My gaze followed as he moved to stand at the bottom of the bed, his hands holding onto the posts. Nothing he did was without consequence, and my pulse went up as my mind guessed his plan.

“I’ve been thinking about us sharing this experience for a while. When I replaced the bed, I chose this one for a reason. I’d like to tie you down,” Jonas said.

My brows lowered. Yep. Tying me down. Something he had mentioned before, but we hadn’t done together.

I didn’t respond, but I watched as he left the room and returned holding a small black case. Sitting down on the bed facing me, he opened the lid toward me. Nestled between the inner black velvet castings were four leather cuffs.

“These two are for your wrists, and these are for your ankles,” Jonas said.

I absently picked up one. The padded cuff had some weight and a couple of belts on it that I gathered would adjust in size. There were also metal rings hanging off, I assumed for attaching to keep the submissive in place. I had seen as much from a few videos online. From what I saw, the acts that followed were acts that frightened me.

I dropped the cuff back on the bed and moved my legs up under my chin, my arms tightening around them. “You want to hurt me?” I said in a small voice.

“Please look at me,” Jonas said, moving the case away and tugging my hands down so that he could kiss the back of them. His eyes were soft when I met them. “I wouldn’t hit you, Lily. Not ever. Especially after what happened to you. You are so special, so precious to me. Do you honestly believe I would harm you?”

I said without hesitation “No…not on purpose. But why do you need to do this?”

He smiled at me. “I don’t need to, I want to. But only if you let me. Bondage, or binding you, isn’t to hurt you. It’s another way for us to connect and deepen our trust in each other. I won’t gag you, and I’ll remove them if you don’t enjoy it.”

I held his hands as he waited patiently for my answer. My mind circled over why he would want to try this now. I knew he cared for me, but this was a leap in trust. And, honestly, I didn’t know where I stood on it. But this, to Jonas, was a way to try. And I wanted to for him.

“I’ll try,” I finally conceded.

He kissed my lips tenderly. “Thank you.”

He didn’t waste another minute and started fastening the cuffs around my ankles and wrists. He then pulled something from under the bed that looked like leather straps and walked around the bed, hooking them on the posts, leaving a lead with a hook on the end from all four corners.

“Pull back the covers, and move into the center of the bed,” he instructed and I did. He set about hooking my cuffs to the lead. First he secured my ankles to the corners, making my legs open wider than I had ever been with him before.

I looked down my body and blushed. “This is too open. Can you adjust to close them more?”

Jonas’s face filled with amusement and he laughed, fitting a pillow under my body, baring me further still. “If this is my only chance at seeing you this way, no. I’m going to enjoy looking at your body completely open and exposed to me.”

I closed my eyes. My breath caught and I shuddered.

Jonas ran his hand over the bottoms of my feet and found a tickle spot that made me giggle and instantly relaxed me, though as he did it more than once, annoyance crept in. “If you’re going to do that, forget it,” I grumbled.

He kissed and caressed my instep until I squirmed a tremor that went up to my core. “Like that?” I moaned in response, though the swell of my breasts and wetness on my thigh gave him the answer.

Climbing off the bed, he moved to the headboard, securing my wrists in place next as he had done with my ankles. He checked and adjusted the restraints to make sure they weren’t too slack or constricted. My arms and legs were all open toward the four posts and secured to the bed.

“Try to move,” he commanded.

I turned my head and tried to pull against the restraints on my arms and couldn’t. I tried to move legs and my arms again and started to pant. He cupped my face and kissed me.

“Relax,” he whispered. He then massaged downward, starting at my head over my shoulders, and all the way down my legs until I was relaxed. “I’m turning off the water in the tub.” Jonas started moving away from the side of the bed.

“Jonas, don’t leave,” I cried out. I was trapped and completely at his mercy. What was he going to do to me?

He came back to my side in less than a minute. Leaning over, he caressed my face and kissed me to calm me, then said. “I’m right here. I’m not leaving. I won’t keep you bound long. I’m going to touch, lick, suck, and fuck you. You’ll come for me. After, I’ll take them off and we’ll bathe. Then I’ll hold you the rest of the night.”

I quivered and moaned against the throbbing ache in my clit as his plan lit my senses. I arched my back in the restraints. He let out a groan as he stood up and moved to the end of the bed, removing his jeans and freeing his cock that was fully erect. His gaze was bold as it traveled over my body, burning everywhere it fell. “You look stunning,” he said, his voice rough. With the view of his ripped, toned physique, I could say the same about him.

Jonas climbed on the bed and settled between my thighs. He then rested back on his knees. His pupils dark. His lips parted. His chest heaving. Seeing me bound and open did it for him.

He moved his hands up to the crease at the top of my thigh and ran his finger across my clit. I arched. The barest of touch had me desperate for more. He let out a long hiss as he stroked over my folds, then commenced with light brushes on my clit again. He leaned close and inhaled as I arched, willing him to do more. But he moved back up and was now pumping my breasts in his hands, rolling the nipples and sucking hard on them. Pushing them together and pinching the tips. I was gulping air as they swelled. I mewled as a trickle of sweat passed close to my eye. Jonas looked up at me and wiped the sweat away with a cloth I didn’t see he had, then went back to my breasts. They ached.

“Jonas, please,” I rasped. He squeezed and licked the tips and I moved my head. I was still in my head. He finally let go and kissed down to my belly button, dipping his tongue inside. I quivered as the sensation went straight to my core. Fuck. I shook.

“You’re doing good,” he said and moved down to my mound, kissing then moving down to lay flat on his stomach. Placing his shoulders between my thighs, he ran his tongue over the hood and around the sides of my clit as I cried out and tried to arch. It felt good.
Fuck.
I grunted. He did it again and again. I shook, not being able to touch him or put him where he could finish me off and give me that orgasm that was rising and falling. He had me completely and I couldn’t do anything but take what he was giving to me.

“Jonas, please, make me come,” I pleaded as anger rose in me. He knew how to finish me off so easily, but he wouldn’t. He continued the slow, light licks and flicks of his tongue through my folds and held onto my shaking thighs. My mind faltered. But still he held on to my quivering form with the torturous strokes of his tongue, making me hotter and swollen. I felt desperate and started to beg again. “Jonas, please.”

“Let go, I’ve got you,” he whispered and went back to his light strokes. My teeth scraped my bottom lip. Sweat was covering my body and tears hurt my eyes.
Never have I felt so desperate before.

“I. Need. To. Come,” I gulped between pants. He started lapping faster and fingering, but still it wasn’t enough. Climaxing was all I could think about now, and I felt about ready to burst. Then I fell.

I couldn’t think and I made incoherent words as my body trembled. I felt delirious with need. I was chaotic, incoherent left in his hands.

Jonas finally showed some mercy and drew on my clit, crooking a finger inside me right on my g-spot. I came, screaming. Climbing my body, he thrust his cock in all the way to the hilt as I contracted around him. His hips bucked against my pelvis as surges of pleasure filled me.

“Ohhh, Lily. I love you,” he growled out as he moved faster, slamming hard and deep, brushing against my womb. I felt that sweet building again, knowing I was going to come once more. Through the blubbering mess that I was now, there was my Jonas. His gaze fixed on me. His smile. His love.

“Come with me.” He shifted, angling his hard strokes right up against my clit, and I exploded again in climax. I kept on screaming as Jonas moved his fingers down to press on my clit, dragging out my orgasm. He had taken every piece of me until there was nothing left, and that was when he came, filling me with his cum as he panted above me, his sweat dripping down my body. He leaned down and kissed my mouth as I continued to tremble hard in the restraints. He eased out, then freed my wrists first and massaged the circulation back into them. Then he repeated the action down by my ankles. I was too tired to move, and I didn’t need to. Jonas was here. Massaging my legs, arms, and shoulders, then picking me up gently and hugging me.

“Thank you for trusting me, my beautiful Tiger Lily,” he said.

My eyes were heavily lidded but fixed on him as he lifted me up and carried me into the bathroom, where he eased us both into the warm foamy water in the tub and held me in his arms.

He was whispering soothing words as I relaxed in the lavender-scented bath. With my back against his chest, he kept an arm around my waist as he lathered up a sponge and quickly washed me. I was too exhausted to be of much help, so I silently drifted in his arms, surrendering to the intimacy of his support and care.

After rinsing me off, he lifted me out and set me down on a large bath sheet and dried us off, then carried me back to bed and placed me on top of his chest and cuddled me.

“Jonas, how long can I stay with you,” I mumbled, my eyes closed.

The words
forever
floated through my mind as I slipped into the most peaceful and contented sleep.

“YOU HAVE BEEN
leaked to the press,” Jonas said.

My eyes popped open and I sat up with a start. With the blinds drawn, the bedroom was dark, though my internal clock placed the time at early morning instead of night. The bedside lamp flared to life and so did my mind as it sought to understand just what Jonas said to me.