"It's not enough," he groans, his hips bucking up into me involuntarily."I need my hands on you.I need to know you're real."
The vulnerability in his voice makes my heart clench."Please," he groans, and the word sounds foreign on his lips.
Reaching behind him, I release one of his cuffs.The moment his hand is free, it's on me, gripping my hip with bruising intensity.His other hand remains bound, a compromise between my control and his need.
"Thank you," he breathes, fingers digging into my flesh as I move again.
His touch grounds me, reminds me of who we are together.I ride him slowly, deliberately, watching his face contort with pleasure.With his free hand, he traces patterns on my skin, from my hip to my breast, cupping its weight, rolling my nipple between his fingers until I gasp.
"Look at you," he murmurs, voice rough."So fucking beautiful, taking what you want."
I increase my pace, chasing the building pressure inside me.His hand slides between us, finding my clit with unerring precision.Even with one hand bound, even at my mercy, he knows exactly how to touch me.
"That's cheating," I gasp, but I don't stop him.The circles he's drawing with his thumb are too perfect, too necessary.
"Is it?"His lips curve into that wicked smile I know so well."You never said I couldn't touch you once you freed my hand."
I laugh through a moan, my rhythm faltering as his skilled fingers work their magic."Always finding loopholes."
"Only when it makes you feel good," he counters, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through my body.
I lean down to kiss him, our mouths crashing together with desperate hunger.Even with one hand still restrained, the power between us shifts and flows like a tide, neither of us fully in control anymore.This is what we've always been–a perfect balance of give and take.
His fingers press harder against my clit, circling with maddening precision.I feel myself climbing toward release, my thighs trembling on either side of his hips.
"That's it," he encourages, watching my face with hungry intensity."Let go for me, Skye."
"Together," I manage to gasp, clenching around him deliberately.
He groans, his hips bucking up into me as I tighten around him."Fuck, if you keep doing that..."
I do it again, watching his control fracture.His free hand grips my hip harder, guiding my movements as I ride him.The pleasure builds between us, electric and overwhelming.
"I can't hold back much longer," he warns, his voice strained.
"Then don't," I whisper, leaning down to bite his earlobe."Come with me."
His thumb presses harder against my clit, and I shatter around him, crying out as waves of pleasure crash through me.He follows immediately, his body going rigid beneath me as he empties himself inside me with a broken moan of my name.
I collapse against his chest, both of us breathing hard.For a moment, we just hold each other, his free arm wrapped around me while his other arm remains stretched above his head, still cuffed to the headboard.Our hearts beat against each other, gradually slowing to a steady rhythm.
"That was..."he trails off, seemingly at a loss for words.
I lift my head to look at him, pushing sweat-dampened hair from my face."Too much?"
His eyes are softer than I've ever seen them."No.Perfect."
I reach up to release his other wrist, gently rubbing the reddened skin where the cuff had been.He flexes his fingers, then wraps both arms around me, holding me close against his chest.
"I never thought I'd enjoy being on that side of things," he admits quietly.
I trace patterns on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my fingertips."And?"
"And I think I understand you better now."His hands stroke my back."But I'll sponsor your membership from now on."
I lean up, brushing my lips across his."You sure about that?Because that's kind of a big deal."
"I've never been this certain of anything.I want your submission, Skye.All of it.That includes protecting the space you thrive in."
