What's Left of Me
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I step out of my dress, showcasing the same red pumps I wore the first night I met him. I see the recognition on his face and the cocky smile I’ve grown to admire.
“So beautiful.” His fingers come up, hooking into the strap of my thong, curling into it and tugging me closer. His left hand comes up to my waist, while his right lets go of my thong and comes up to my neck, pulling me down to his lips. The kiss is slow and sensual. No tongue, and no greedy hands pulling each other closer.
Parker gives me a once over, traveling up and down my body, eyes filling with passion, want, need. When they land on my right hip, I see the shocked expression on his face, telling me he’s noticed the dark blue and purple marks mixed with a light green from my old bruise.
“Is that from the ice rink?”
I don’t need to follow his gaze. “Yes. I’m okay. Really.”
“Aundrea.”
“Parker, it’s okay. I promise.” I give him his own wink before letting out a soft smile.
My hands find the zipper to his jumpsuit and pull it down. His eyes find mine and I can see the anticipation in them. I help him slide his arms out first, then lower my body to the floor while pulling it the rest of the way down to his feet. I stand back up as he kicks his shoes off and steps out of it, tossing it aside, leaving him in his black silk boxers.
“I want you to move all the way to the top of the bed for me,” I say.
When he opens his mouth to speak, I shake my head at him.
“Shh,” I say, bringing a finger to my lips.
Stepping away from him, I motion for him to move to the top of the bed.
He moves until his back touches the headboard.
Walking over to his side of the bed, in my best slow Jessica Rabbit walk, I decide it’s time I give Parker a slow, torturous night of enjoyment. A night he won’t forget. One that neither of us will forget.
In one swift movement, I bring my lips to his so that they’re barely touching. Speaking in a low hushed voice, I say, “Someone has been a bad boy.”
“Shit, Aundrea,” Parker groans.
All embarrassment I might have had just left with those two words. It’s not the actual words, but the tone of his voice that tells me he likes it.
Finding the courage deep within, I slip my tongue out and lick his upper lip softly before continuing to speak in a barely there whisper, “I’m going to go very … very … slowly, so sit back, relax, and enjoy.”
I trace my fingernails lightly down his chest and over his ripped stomach muscles. I watch as my touch affects him.
Reaching over, I adjust the two large pillows, so he’s tucked neatly between. Picking up his left wrist where the handcuffs are still hanging, I ask, “Where is the key to these?”
“My wallet.”
I look around the bed where I saw him toss it. Parker shifts, pulling it out from under him. He hands me the key skeptically.
“Thanks.” I unlock the free cuff, leaving the other in place securely around his wrist and reach over him to grab his right hand.
“Aundrea? What are you doing?”
“Shh, just relax,” I say with a hint of a smile in my voice.
“Easy for you to say.”
I take both his hands and bring them between the black wire headboard, where I lock his wrists lightly behind. I say a mental thanks to the hotel for this beautiful headboard that has now taken part in my night of enjoyment.
“Aundrea,” he says sternly.
“Trust me,” I whisper before bringing my lips down to his. He relaxes, opening his mouth to me. I take the opportunity to move my tongue inside where I meet his eagerly. We move together effortlessly. I don’t touch him besides our mouths. It’s a slow, genuine, kiss. It’s personal, sharing an unspoken conversation that our mouths have shared before.
“You taste sweet. Like strawberries,” he says between kisses.
I smile into his kiss before giving him one last peck and pulling away from him. I move to stand at the foot of the bed. Making sure his eyes are on me, I reach behind and unclasp my bra, letting it drop to the floor. His eyes change from passionate to hungry with a hint of fire behind them. It makes me feel wanted.
Sexy.
Placing one foot in front of the other, I make my way to the edge of the bed. With the key to the handcuffs still in my hand, I reach down to his ankle where the ball and chain are still locked. Unlocking it, I let it drop to the floor, followed by the key. Parker’s still watching me intently, which makes me warm with need. Need for him. His body.
Getting on my hands and knees, I make my way up his body, stopping at his waist.
I take in the bulge that has formed underneath his boxers, and run my fingers ever so lightly up and down. At the sound of Parker’s intake of breath through his teeth, I bring my hands to his waistband, pulling them off.
He’s absolutely enticing, and I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. I would do anything for this man, which both excites and scares me.
“Aundrea.”
His eyes are closed, and he whimpers with pleasure when I run my hands up his length as I trail kisses just below his bellybutton. I continue the kisses up his abdomen, chest, and neck. “Parker, I’m going to blow … your … mind.”
“Fuck! Aundrea, you can’t say that shit to a man you have cuffed!”
I scoot back down his body, letting my hair fall over his abdomen. I watch as he sucks in from the tingles it leaves behind.
Taking in the sight of him, I open my mouth bringing the tip of him inside. I don’t use my hands. They stay on either side of his legs.