He didn't. His pace increased. Deep, powerful thrusts that made me see stars. The hand on my clit rubbed in steady circles.
"I've thought about this," he said, voice ragged. "Since I saw your profile. Thought about having you like this. Thought about making you scream."
Each word was punctuated with a thrust, and I was climbing again.
"I'm—" I couldn't finish, couldn't think.
"I know," he said. "I can feel you getting tighter. Come for me, Ava. Come on my cock."
His fingers pressed harder on my clit, and I shattered. The orgasm ripped through me with even more intensity than the first. I screamed, my body convulsing around him.
"Fuck yes," he groaned, his rhythm faltering. "Just like that."
He thrust twice more, then buried himself deep, his whole body going rigid as he came. I felt him pulsing inside me, and the sensation triggered another wave of aftershocks.
We stayed like that for a long moment. Both of us were breathing hard while his body draped over mine. Then, with surprising gentleness, he withdrew and began untying the restraints.
"Let me get you loose," he said, hands shaking slightly as he worked the silk knots. He freed my wrists first, massaging them gently. Then my ankles. When I was free, he helped me stand on unsteady legs.
"You okay?" he asked, voice rough with concern. "Was that too much?"
"I'm perfect," I said, and meant it. My body felt boneless, sated in a way I hadn't experienced in years. Maybe ever.
He grabbed the blanket from the side table and wrapped it around us both, guiding us to the small couch.
For a moment, we just breathed together with his arm around my shoulders, my head tucked against his chest. His heartbeat was steady under my ear, grounding me as the aftershocks slowly faded.
"How do you feel?" he asked quietly. His voice had changed to a softer tone now, the command stripped away.
"I don't know," I admitted. My voice sounded small, uncertain.
"That's okay." His hand stroked my hair, gently. "You don't have to know yet. Sometimes it takes time to process."
He shifted, adjusting the blanket more securely around us. One hand came up to my wrist, and he turned my arm gently, examining where the silk had been.
"Any marks?" he asked.
I looked. The skin was slightly pink, but not damaged. "No. I'm fine."
"Good." His thumb traced the delicate skin there, soothing. "If you'd been in the restraints longer, I would have used lotion. Next time…" He stopped himself. "If there is a next time."
Next time.
Something in my chest tightened at those words. There wouldn't be a next time. Couldn't be. That was the rule.
"You did so well," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. Not sexual but tender. "Trusting me like that. Letting go. That takes real courage."
Tears pricked my eyes without warning. I blinked them back, but he must have felt me tense.
"Hey." His hand cupped my face, tilting it up gently. Even with the masks, I could feel his eyes on mine. "What is it? Did I hurt you? Push too hard?"
"No." My voice cracked. "No, you were… perfect. That's the problem."
He was quiet for a moment, his thumb stroking my cheekbone. "Talk to me, Ava."
"I came here not to think," I said, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. "Or to feel anything complicated. Just… physical release. My control taken away so I could stop carrying everything."
His thumb moved over the inside of my wrist in a soothing motion. "And?"
