The position left me completely exposed, my ass in the air, still wearing nothing but those black lace panties. He dropped to his knees behind me and I felt his hands on my ankles.
More rope. He worked quickly and efficiently, securing my left ankle to the bedpost, then my right. When he was done, my legs were spread wide, the position making my muscles stretch and burn in a way that somehow added to the arousal thrumming through my body.
I tested the restraints instinctively, tugging against the rope at my wrists and ankles. There was no give. I was completely immobilized, bent over the bed with my legs spread and bound, unable to do anything but take whatever he wanted to give me.
The thought made me clench with need.
“Color?” His voice came from behind me.
My thoughts were scattered now as I tried to catalogue the feelings rioting inside me. “Chartreuse.”
His laugh was soft and warm, his hands sliding up the backs of my thighs. “I fucking love you.”
The words washed over me, barely registering through the haze
His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties and dragged them down as far as the rope at my ankles would allow.
Then his hands were on me, spreading me open, and I felt the first brush of his fingers against my pussy. I was already soaked and when he slid two fingers inside me easily, I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped.
“So fucking wet,” he murmured, working his fingers in and out in a steady rhythm. “You love being tied up for me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
His thumb found my clit and I jerked against the restraints, the pleasure almost too intense. He kept fingering me, kept working my clit until I was writhing against the mattress, desperate for more.
Then his fingers were gone and I felt his breath against my pussy. His tongue dragged through my folds in one long, slow lick and I nearly came apart right there.
“Cam.” His name was a plea.
He didn’t answer, just kept licking and sucking, his tongue circling my clit before dipping down to thrust inside me. He ate me like he was starving, like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted, and I could do nothing but take it, bound and helpless and climbing higher and higher toward release.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, when I was right on the edge of coming, he pulled back. I whimpered at the loss, my hips trying uselessly to chase his mouth.
I heard him stand, felt the heat of his body behind me again. His hands gripped my hips and I felt the blunt head of his cock press against my entrance.
“What color, sweetheart?”
“Viridian,” I gasped. “Cam, please.”
He pushed inside in one smooth thrust and I cried out at the sudden fullness. He was so deep in this position, hitting places that made my vision blur. He didn’t give me time to adjust, just pulled out and thrust back in, hard and deep.
“Is this what you need?” His voice was tight with strain. “You need me to fuck you until you can’t think anymore?”
“Yes.” I was already close, the orgasm he’d denied me with his mouth building again rapidly. “God, yes.”
He set a brutal pace, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust. The sound of skin on skin filled the room, mixed with my moans and his ragged breathing. I couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but take it, and the helplessness combined with the overwhelming pleasure pushed me right over the edge.
The first orgasm crashed through me and I screamed his name, my body convulsing around him. But he didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down. He just kept fucking me through it, extending the pleasure until I was sobbing with the intensity.
“That’s one,” he growled, his grip on my hips tightening. “Give me another.”
I didn’t think I could. My body was already wrung out, oversensitive, every nerve ending firing. But he adjusted his angle slightly and suddenly he was hitting that perfect spot inside me with every thrust.
“Cam, I can’t, I can’t?—”
“Yes, you can.” His hand slipped between my thighs, adding a relentless, circling pressure to my clit that offered no mercy. “Come for me again, Emily. Let go.”
The added pressure managed to short-circuit my brain completely. It was too much friction, too much heat, and too much him. The dual sensation pushed me over a cliff I didn’t know existed. My body bowed against the mattress, fighting the restraints, but there was nowhere to go but to pieces.
