I lifted my head, resolve settling back into place, heavier now, weighted with something that felt dangerously close to care.
Slipping the condom out of my pocket, I slipped it between my lips before I eased my zipper down, releasing my straining cock from its confinement. I sighed, quickly tearing the wrapper and slipping the rubber on before I ran it through her folds, her moans going straight to my dick. My fingers dug into her hips as I pushed into her warmth, knowing I’d already pushed my control to its limits and this wasn’t going to last as long as I wanted, or needed, but she needed release as bad as I did.
Why did the woman feel like coming home? Her walls were tight around me as my pace quickened, my thumb running over her clit.
There would be no more edging, no more push and pull, the only thing left was to lose myself in her, and I knew as she started to spasm around me. Her body tightened, trembling as she fought the orgasm that was closing in on her.
“Come for me.”
I watched as the words shattered her. In the second that followed, I tugged off the nipple clamps before moving my hands back to her hips. A few more thrusts, she tightened around me like a vice. Her body tensed before she spasmed around my cock and I collapsed on her, as the aftershocks rolled through us both.
I stayed there longer than necessary, my breathing slowing as I came down from the best climax I’d ever had. When I finally shifted, I was careful not to hurt her.
Quickly disposing of the condom and redoing my pants, I moved to the head of the chair, undoing the gag. She took a shuddered breath, her body still spasming.
“Easy,” I said as I loosened the restraints one by one. When her wrists were free, I circled them gently with my thumbs until the feeling returned. When she was free, she lay there exhausted, spent. Beautiful.
I took the squeaky toy from her hand and set it on the table before scooping her up into a bridal carry, her body pliant now, spent in a way that had nothing to do with strength and everything to do with release. She clung to my shoulder as I carried her into the next room, her fingers twisting into the fabric of my shirt like she was afraid the ground might disappear again.
When the door closed behind me, the room went completely black.
That was when she broke.
It started as a shudder, her breath hitching against my chest. Then the sound came, muffled, the kind of sob that came nomatter how much she didn’t want it to. Her body curled inward, shoulders shaking as the tears spilled over.
I laid her gently on the bed, staying close, one hand at her back while the other steadied her thigh. I didn’t rush her. This was something that couldn’t be rushed and I was happy I’d planned to take care of her afterwards instead of handing this part off this time. This mattered and I wanted to be here.
The room was simple. I’d seen it before, it was lit just enough but I knew where everything was. Several of the play rooms had these adjacent and they were all set up the same.
A moment later, once I blew out the only candle illuminating the room, I removed her blindfold.
She blinked against the darkness, tears tracking down her temples. I felt the heat of her skin beneath my palm, the tension in her jaw, the way her breath hitched open and raw against my chest, and something in me tightened.
I touched the bottle of water to her lips.
“Drink.”
She obeyed, taking a few shaky swallows before the sob caught again, her breath breaking apart as the tears returned harder this time. I kept the bottle there, until she finished and turned her face into the pillow with a helpless sound.
“That’s it,” I said quietly, caressing her cheek. “Let it out.”
I laid next to her and pulled her to me. She gripped my shirt and buried her head into my chest.
I stayed with her through all of it, until her breathing slowed and her body finally began to settle.
Only then did I adjust the blanket around her shoulders, bringing her back to the here and now.
“You’re safe,” I said, lowering my voice as I did.
Her response was small, but it tore at my heart. She nodded against my skin, a simple whisper, “Yes, Sir.”
And that was enough. Except—was it?
Chapter 23
Mira
The conference room lights were too bright. It was either that or the fact there wasn’t enough coffee in the world to get me through this Monday morning. Not after this weekend.
