She complied immediately and felt his knuckles brush the length of her spine. It was as if every nerve in her body sprang to attention. He unclasped her bra, then let his fingers skim her shoulders, leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake as he slipped the straps down her arms.
The blindfold might have denied her the sight of him, but her other senses were keenly aware as he pressed in close behind her. The sound of his breathing, the smell of his skin, the heat radiating from his body. All of it was brought more sharply into focus.
His hand fisted in the hair at the nape of her neck and he pulled. Angling her head to the side, he ran his tongue up the side of her exposed throat before softly kissing the skin beneath her ear. “I want you to think of nothing but what I’m doing to you,” he whispered, his voice hot and impassioned. “Don’t feel anything but me.”
Everything below her waist tensed with need as a wave of lust and want seized her.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, releasing her hair.
“Of course.” She answered without hesitation, and as she spoke the words she realized that, despite her earlier concern, she did trust him. Completely.
He cupped her elbow and led her across the room, turning her so that her back was against the wall. “I’m going to cuff you now.”
Allie inhaled sharply. Cuff me? This was so beyond anything she had ever experienced, or even imagined. And yet she couldn’t deny the excitement pulsing between her legs.
“Give me your hands.” She held them out and he took her right hand in one of his, kissing the inside of her wrist before securing the cuff. “They’re soft, so they won’t hurt.”
She had expected some sort of metal handcuffs, but what Hudson strapped around her felt like a wide band of fabric. Leather, maybe. Something hung from the end of the cuff and she felt it brush against her naked thigh. She assumed it was the other cuff but there was something else as well; something cold, like metal. A chain? Her breathing grew shallow as longing and desire mixed with nervous anticipation.
“Hands above your head,” he ordered. His voice had taken on a hard, authoritative edge. She quickly did as she was told, and whatever was attached to the other end of the chain now dangled by her shoulder. She felt him reach for it and a moment later heard the sounds of something rough sliding over wood. The image of the beams spanning the ceiling before arching down to meet the walls flashed through her head, and at once she realized she was being chained to one of the trusses. She pressed her thighs together, shocked at the dampness she felt there over the thought of being chained to Hudson’s ceiling, completely at his mercy.
Hudson took her left wrist and brought it to his lips before lifting it back above her head and securing the second cuff. He was standing closer now, so close she could feel his warm breath on her face. So close she could lean forward and run her tongue along the soft stubble on his jaw. So close her lips could find his. She inclined her head ever so slightly but he stepped back, leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed.
The sultry beat of the music was the only sound in the room and yet she knew he was still there, watching her. Even blindfolded she felt the heat of his stare. The thought of those piercing blue eyes drinking in every inch of her made a warm blush wash over her skin.
“You look beautiful like this,” he said. Then his arms were around her, hauling her against him as his mouth claimed hers in a deep, possessive kiss. “Remember,” he rasped over her lips, “all you have to do is tell me to stop.” He kissed her again and she went lax in his arms. “Do you want me to stop, Allie?”
“No.” Her answer was more breath than voice.
“Good.”
Allie felt him pull back and she longed to wrap her arms around him and keep her chest crushed against his. She tugged on her restraints but it was no use, and just like that, he was gone again. She heard the slow metallic sound of a zipper opening, followed by the shuffling of fabric, and she knew that he was naked. Her heart thudded faster as she waited for his return.
“You teased me endlessly for one hundred and forty-three minutes. It’s only fair that I return the favor.”
“What are you going to do?” She turned her head toward the soft voice that had crooned in her ear, but a moment later it was on the other side.
“I’m going to make you come until you can’t breathe. Until you’re begging to have me inside you.”
Hudson’s fingers glided over her rib cage and her back arched, pushing her breasts into his hands. He palmed the soft flesh before rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Her body trembled with anticipation as he kissed his way down her neck, nipping and licking his way closer to the tight peaks. She groaned when he finally wrapped his lips around one of her nipples and drew it deep into his mouth.
“Please . . .”
“Please, what?” he asked, working his way across her chest.
“Touch me.”
She felt him smile against her skin. “Oh no, baby, tonight we’re following my rules.” And with that his mouth closed over her other nipple, sucking until it grew hard and long against his tongue, then gently blowing across the sensitive skin before claiming it once again. He kept up the delicious torture, teasing her breasts with his talented fingers and lips until her head fell back on a groan. Then his teeth tugged hard on one nipple while his fingers pinched the other, and the sweet sensation echoed through her core. Pulling against the restraints, she cried out, her body convulsing and shattering into a thousand pieces.
“I love how you look when you come,” he growled. “It makes me so fucking hard.” Hudson’s thumb pressed against her chin, forcing her mouth open as he thrust his tongue deep inside her mouth in an unforgiving kiss. His hand moved between her legs and his fingers slid back and forth over her slick flesh, stroking and teasing her as he expertly worked that sensitive place between her thighs.
“Does that feel good?” he asked, slipping a finger inside her.
She whimpered and rocked against his hand. “Yes.”
His finger eased in and out, perfectly matching the music’s steady, unhurried rhythm. “You’re so ready for me, Alessandra. Open your mouth.”
She parted her lips, completely seduced by the touch of his hand. She expected to feel the sweet invasion of his tongue once again and was shocked when instead it was his finger that pushed into her mouth. “Suck,” he said in a low, commanding voice. “Taste how hot you are for this.”
Her mouth closed around Hudson’s finger and she sucked, tasting her own arousal.
“Don’t stop sucking me.” His words ignited the ache between her legs and she moaned around the fullness in her mouth. She sucked harder, then let her tongue swirl over his finger as she drew back. She heard his sharp intake of breath and a second later he lunged at her, crushing his lips to hers and sliding his tongue into her with lush, velvety strokes.
When he finally broke their kiss her breath left her in a wordless rush.
“You taste so good,” he murmured. “My tongue knows your taste already.”
She tugged against her restraints, trying to absorb the multitude of feelings overwhelming her senses.
“Do you want to come again?”
“Please . . .” She panted, her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath.
“How?”
“You know how.”
His nose brushed against hers. “How, Alessandra?”
“Touch me,” she whispered.
“Like this?” Two fingers pushed into her on a sleek glide and she gasped.
“Yes . . .”
“You sure?” His voice was low and measured but his breath was rough at her ear.
“Yes, Hudson.” She was hanging on the edge, near mindless with her need for release. “Please, make me come.”