“I haven’t been your boss in a long time, freckles.”
“In a way, you’ll always be that infuriatingly attractive boss I couldn’t stand but wanted to fuck so badly…”
“Hmm… Good thing you can stand me now.”
“Of course,husband.”
Maneuvering me with ease, he turns us around, trapping me on the lounge chair.
“Would you be open to a little change in our routine?” I ask, really close to letting him fuck me right here despite my plans.
“Go on, make your offer.”
“Have you noticed the bed in our room?”
He frowns, taken aback by my question. “Of course…?”
“So, you noticed like me how perfect those posts are to tie me up to it.”
His whole face lights up, then arousal darkens his eyes. “You want that?” he asks.
“Of course I do.”
His carnivorous smirk has something flipping low in my stomach. We’ve been fucking a lot since we got here, and I’d say my stamina is better than it’s ever been before. Even though I’ll be the one tied up and at his mercy, I might wear him out. After all, he’ll be doing all the work, won’t he?
I knew Lex would be excited by my idea, but I still misjudged just how much. After a long and insistent kiss, he jumps to his feet and then picks me up from the chair to throw me over his shoulder, carrying me like a sack of potatoes inside the house. I giggle the whole time and only stop when he sets me down in the huge shower of our bedroom.
Excitedly, we wash one another, removing every trace of salt and sand from our skin. Then, without even taking the time to dry off, he lifts me bridal style to bring me to the bed and drops me in the middle of it.
“Impatient much?” I ask with an entertained smile.
“I’ve waited over a year for this,” he explains, looking through the drawers like a maniac to find something he can tie me up with.
“Didn’t you pack a tie in case we were having a date night on land?” I ask.
“Right.”
He finds it in ten seconds and returns to me. When he gets on the bed, the mattress shifts under his weight. I help as he gets rid of all the pillows, throwing them on the floor. Once it’s done, he grabs both myhands and brings them over my head. That’s when I realize this is really happening. He’s finally tying me up.
I’m forced to press my knees together as he works on a knot that secures my hands to the bed frame. “Have you done this before?” I ask.
“You’re the only one who’s ever tied me, but I’ve tied women on a handful of occasions, yes. And I’ve done this to you in my dreams at least a hundred times.”
The last part of his admission makes me entirely dismiss those other women, and a delighted grin stretches my lips. “That’s why you’re so good at it,Mr. Grey…” I tease.
He sends me a curious glance. “As inmorally gray?”
“No,” I chuckle.
Now that my wrists are tied together, he tugs at them to check his handiwork.
“Was that a movie reference?” he then asks.
“Yes. And books.”
“Should we watch it, like we did the others?”
“Oh God, no. Never.”
