You're Mine

He hesitated for only a moment, his chest rising and falling with the weight of his desire. Claire's challenge hung in the air like a spark waiting to ignite. With a quick, decisive motion, he grabbed her wrists and flipped her onto her back, the handcuffs still firmly in place. She let out a soft gasp, her lips parting in surprise, but her eyes—her damn eyes—were alight with anticipation.

"You think you're in control?" she taunted, her voice dripping with playful defiance. Her wrists twisted slightly in the cuffs, testing their hold, but she didn't try to break free. Instead, she arched her back, pressing her body against his, daring him to follow through.

He didn't respond with words. Instead, he leaned down, his lips brushing against the delicate skin of her neck. She shivered, a soft whimper escaping her as he trailed his tongue along the sensitive curve just below her ear. His hands slid down her sides, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her dress. Every touch was deliberate, every movement calculated to elicit a reaction.

Claire's breath hitched as his mouth traveled lower, his teeth grazing her collarbone. "You're playing a dangerous game," she murmured, her voice trembling despite her attempt to sound composed.

He lifted his head, his eyes locking with hers. "And you love every second of it." His voice was low, rough with need, and it sent a thrill through her she couldn't deny.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the silk blindfold—the same one that had once belonged to his mother, the one she'd worn in secret moments of intimacy. Claire's eyes widened as she saw it, but before she could speak, he gently pressed it over her eyes, tying it securely behind her head. The world around her vanished, leaving only the sensation of his presence, his touch, his scent.

"Can't see you anymore," she whispered, her voice tinged with a mix of excitement and vulnerability.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke, his breath warm and intimate. "Good. Now you'll have to rely on me. On what I do to you." His words were soft, almost a purr, but they carried a weight that made her stomach twist with anticipation.

His hands moved again, this time to the hem of her dress. He lifted it slowly, inch by inch, exposing her thighs, her hips, the curve of her stomach. Claire's breathing quickened, her body responding to his every touch. When his fingers brushed the lace edge of her panties, she let out a shaky gasp.

"Tell me what you want," he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck once more.

Claire's mind was a whirlwind of sensation, but she managed to find her voice. "You," she breathed. "I want you."

He didn't need to be told twice. His hands slid beneath her, gripping her hips as he pulled her closer. His mouth found her again, this time at the hollow of her throat, then lower, to the swell of her breast. He teased her through the fabric of her dress, his teeth grazing her nipple until she whimpered, her back arching off the bed.

"Please," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "Don't stop."

He smirked against her skin, his hands moving to unclasp the front of her dress. The fabric fell away, leaving her exposed to his gaze. Even blindfolded, she could feel the intensity of his stare, the heat of his desire. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until she was squirming beneath him.

But he wasn't done. His lips trailed lower, down her stomach, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When he reached the waistband of her panties, he hooked his fingers under the edge and pulled them down, tossing them aside without a second thought.

Claire's breath came in shallow gasps, her hands clenching into fists as she tried to anchor herself. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, but he didn't rush. Instead, he took his time, his hands spreading her thighs apart as he settled between them.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I could stay here forever."

She felt his breath against her most sensitive skin, and her entire body tensed. When his tongue touched her, she cried out, her back arching off the bed. He didn't hold back, his movements slow and deliberate, every flick and stroke designed to drive her wild.

Claire's hands gripped the sheets, her hips moving instinctively against his mouth. "Oh God," she moaned, her voice trembling. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

He didn't. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he continued to tease and taste her. He could feel her trembling, hear the desperation in her voice, and it only spurred him on. He wanted her to lose control, to forget everything but him.

And she did. Her mind was a haze of pleasure, her body on fire with every stroke of his tongue. She was close—so close—but he slowed his pace, drawing out her torment.

"You're cruel," she gasped, her voice breaking.

He chuckled darkly, his breath warm against her skin. "Beg for it," he whispered, his voice low and commanding. "Tell me what you want."

"You," she whimpered, her voice trembling with need. "I want you to make me come."

He didn't need to be told twice. His tongue found her again, his movements fast and relentless this time. Claire cried out, her body tensing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She was lost in it, completely and utterly consumed by him.

When she finally came down from her high, she was trembling, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. He pulled back, his hands still gripping her hips as he admired the way she looked, completely undone and entirely his.

"You're mine," he whispered, his voice low and possessive. "Every inch of you."

Claire's breath hitched, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of her release. "Yours," she agreed, her voice soft and full of surrender.