The Arrangement

Chapter Seventy

I can't take it anymore. It's just all too much.

No matter how many deep breaths I take, or how much I try to keep them even in an attempt to calm my raging hormones. None of it works.

All I can think about it climbing this man like a tree. 

I've even tried thinking of all the saddest things I can, like homeless puppies but it's useless. Nothing is helping. 

Especially not as Lennox moves the towel down and starts to massage my shoulders and chest.

Nope it's like everything kicks into overdrive. The cold air hits my nipples, causing them to harden to such a point I'm sure they could quite literally cut through glass. To make matters worse every time Lennox's hands glide over my shoulders he just so happen to brush against my nipples. That slightest touch excruciating, driving me insane and making me feel as though I may combust at any moment.

With every brush I find myself arching into his touch until his hands finally move to massage my breasts.

He's so certain and assured of his every movement, his eyes focused on the task at hand. Whereas mine are fixed onto him and have been ever since I flipped onto my back. All I want is for him to look at me so he can see the pleading look in my eyes. But he doesn't. 

As his hands roam over my breasts cupping and massaging them I hate to bite down on my lip to stop myself from moaning. It's a futile attempt on my part because I'm pretty sure he can hear me. Especially as his lips tug up in another smirk.

It's only now that I get an inclination of what he's actually doing. He's not oblivious in the slightest and knows exactly how heightened I am right now. 

"You're unbelievable you know that right" I hiss at him but my voice comes out strained, sounding completely pathetic.  

His hands don't even pause as he finally looks at me, mischief dancing in his eyes. A look I'm more used to seeing with Henley, this new characteristic hits me like a brick wall and sends heat flood straight to my core. Not helping matter in the slightest. 

"Everything okay princess?" he asks at the same time he tweaks my nipple, eliciting a gasp from me. 

I have no idea what's wrong with me, but it's like in this exact moment my brain turns to complete and utter mush. All I can manage to do is shake my head. 

When he pinches my nipple again I yelp this time and manage to push out a single word. 

"Please" I whimper. Unsure of what it is I'm even asking for. 

This time his smirk tugs into a full on smile, as one hand slides down my from my breasts, over my stomach stopping just before it reaches my core. My instant reaction is to spread my legs a little to give him the access I'm so desperately needing right now. But he doesn't slide his hand any lower as his other continues to massage my breasts. 

"Please?" he queries, arching a brow. 

There isn't a chance in hell he doesn't know what I'm pleading for and the mischievous look in his eyes tells me he knows exactly what I want and is playing some kind of sick game with me. 

"What do you want princess?" he teases, tweaking my nipple just a little. He's playing with me, it's written all over his face and evident in his tone and even though I want to tell him all the dirty things I want him to do to me, I somehow clamp my mouth shut and refuse to say it out loud. 

Instead I go to push myself upright but as I do his hand comes down on my throat pushing me back down onto the bed at the same time his other hand finally dips down to my core, his fingers gently stroking against my throbbing clit causing me to gasp yet again. 

Lennox tuts shaking his head as his hand keeps me pinned down to the bed with just enough pressure to keep me in place but not cut off my air flow enough. 

"No running away now princess" he practically growls, "not when I've got you right where I want you." 

His fingers start to stroke my clit in slow torturous circles. "All to myself," he then says and my god does that cause me to melt into a puddle. 

My legs fall open completely and I relax into the bed not putting up any resistance at all as his fingers continue their circling. It's slow and maddening, and I find myself attempting to buck my hips into his touch in an attempt to build up the friction. 

I don't know how it's even possible but the way he holds my throat even feels sensual as his thumb strokes my neck at the same frustrating pace. It's not like with Ashton where is hold feels more like a threat or a warning. With Lennox it's completely different. 

Only once I seem to be driven into the pits of despair do his strokes build up, he adds pressure to my clit and the moment he does my toes curl as I feel pressure rise up and my muscles start to tense. 

Heat sears through me as he pushes two fingers inside me, my back arches off the bed and I instinctively raise my hips, grinding myself against his fingers as I chase my climax desperately. Just as I feel my walls clench around him, that soft hold on my throat intensifies as he fully pins me to the bed, his fingers thrusting into me causing the slick sound of my wetness to fill the room. 

I don't even attempt to hold off the overwhelming pleasure that ripples through my body like a tsunami. Instead I completely submit to it and cry out as my climax hits me full force. 

Lennox's palm pressing against my clit, rubbing in time with every thrust of his fingers, only seeming to draw out the feeling even further until I'm so sensitive my back arches and a shrill kind of cry rips from my between my lips. 

Then he's gone, his hand pulls away from my throat and his fingers pull out of me leaving me a sweaty panting mess on the bed, as I try to gather together my scrambled brain with very little luck. 

As I lay on the bed panting, Lennox reaches up and presses something on the bedframe causing a flap -I didn't even know existed- to open. He does the same on the other side and then pulls out what appears to be restraints. My stomach flips in the best way and without even having to think about it, I'm raising my hands for him. 

Scoffing he shakes his head with a slight smirk playing on his lips, "You never cease to amaze me, you know that right?" he says and I just shrug as he takes each of my wrists and binds them in the restraints. 

Once they're secure he moves down the bed and does the same with my ankles, again the restraints coming out of the bed from a flaps I had no idea about. When both ankles are bound and I'm spread out on the bed like an offering for him he takes a step back, his eyes roaming down my body appreciatively. 

I attempt to tug at the restraints to see if they have any give in them but there's none at all, there isn't a chance I'm going to be able to move and that realisation has my heart hammering in my chest for all the right reasons. A kind of anticipatory thrill crashing through my body. 

I am completely at his mercy right now and something about that excites me to no end. 

His eyes finally meet mine and for the first time there's a predatory kind of glint in them that has me sucking in a cautionary breath. 

"You ready for this princess?" he asks and I don't think about my response before I blurt it out. "Yes"