Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

“Easy, tiger. I have to pee.”
He relaxes back against the pillows, rubs a hand over his
face, yawns. “Hurry back.”
I use the bathroom and come back to bed, crawling under
the covers beside him, lying on my side. He drags me closer,
spooning me from behind, and nuzzles his nose into my hair.
Poking my butt, his erection soon makes itself known. But
he ignores it, choosing instead to hold me.
I whisper into the dark, “I need you to tie me up.”
He freezes.
“I need…” I gulp, overwhelmed by a sudden sense of
dread. Dread I know he can rid me of, if only for a short time.
“Take me out of my head. Tie me up like you did before
and…”
His voice is low and rough. “And what?”
I whisper, “Make me forget about everything.”
He lies still behind me. Still and silent. Only his quickened
breathing gives an indication of how my words have affected
him. That and his erection, which has grown to a steel bar.
He leans closer and breathes hotly into my ear,
“Permission to fuck your sweet ass.”
He doesn’t say another word. He doesn’t move. He simply
waits until I decide.
My voice hardly audible, I say, “Green.”
He’s breathing harder now. It stirs the hair on my neck. He
runs a hand up my arm to my shoulder, then back down to my
wrist, curling his fingers around it.
His hands are shaking.
His mouth still near my ear, he says, “I’ve never met
anyone I needed to possess like you. I don’t understand it, this
obsession. For you, for a single taste of you, I would die. I’d
give up anything. From the first day, you owned me.”