Fifty shades of Beaumont // Randy

Chapter 17

'I'm going to kiss you all over, Mr. Fowler.'

Chapter 17:
Andy's point of view

Quickly, Ryan clambers out of the bath, giving me my first full glimpse of the Adonis, divinely formed, that is Ryan Beaumont. Staring, my mouth open and drooling slightly. His erection tamed, but still substantial... wow. He wraps a small towel around his waist, covering the essentials, and holds up a larger Fluffy white towel for me. Climbing out of the bath, I take his free hand. He wraps me into the towel.

He pulls me into his arms, and kisses me hard, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I want to reach round and embrace him - touch him - but he has my arms trapped in the towel. I'm soon lost in his kiss.

He pulls away, his hands on either side of my face staring intently into my eyes. He looks lost.

"Say Yes." He whispers.

"To what?" I frown, not understanding.

"Yes to our arrangement. To being mine. Please, Andy." He whispers, emphasizing the last word and my name, pleading.

He kissed me again, sweetly, passionately, before he stands back and stares at me, blinking slightly. He takes my hand and leads me back to his bedroom. He really wants this? In his bedroom? He stares down at me as we stand by his bed.

"Trust me?" He asks suddenly. I nod, wide eyed with the sudden realization that I do trust him. What is he going to do to me now?

"Good boy." He says. His thumb brushing my bottom lip. He steps away into his closet and comes back with a silver-grey tie.

"Knit your hands together infront of you." He orders as he Peels the towel off me and throws it on the floor. I do as he asks, and he binds my wrists together with his tie, knotting it firmly. His eyes are bright with wild excitement. He tugs at the binding. It's secure.

What now? My heart is racing in my chest. He runs his fingers through my hair as he comes closer. I step back untill I can feel the bed behind me. He drops his towel, but I can't take my eyes off his face.

"Oh Andy, what shall I do to you?" He whispers as he lowers me into the bed, lying beside me and raising my hands above my head.

"Keep your hands up here, don't move them. Understand?" His eyes burn into mine, and I'm breathless from their  intensity. This is not a man I want to cross... ever.

"Answer me." He demands, his voice soft.

"I won't move my hands." I'm breathless.

"Good boy." He murmurs and licks his lips slowly. He's staring into my eyes, watching me. He leans down and plants a swift kiss on my lips.

"I'm going to kiss you all over, Mr. Fowler." He says softly, and he cups my chin, pushing it up, giving him access to my throat. His lips glide down my throat, kissing, sucking and nipping the sensetive skin on my neck. My recent bath experience has made my skin hyper-sensetive, I can feel my erection growing again. I groan.

I want to touch him. I move my hands and reach up for his hair. He stops kissing me and glares up at me shaking his head from side to side. He reaches for my hands and place them above my head again.

"Don't move your hands or we just have to start all over again." He scolds me. Oh, he's such a tease.

"I want to touch you." My voice is all breathy and out of control.

"I know." He murmurs. "Keep your hands above your head." He orders, his voice forcefull. He cups my chin again and starts sucking my throat as before. Oh... he's so frustrating. His hands sliding up my body as he makes his way down nipping at my skin. He reach my chest as he sucks down on my nipple, than moving on to the other one. Holy crap. My hips start swaying, grinding to the rhythm of his mouth, trying to remeber to keep my hands above my head.