I lean across and release one of the cuffs. She blows out a breath and nods, still wary. Turning slowly and with difficulty, she lands on her elbows and knees. Her arm is twisted, but her posture is perfect. I reach up and move her hair, exposing her neck to me, and when my lips press against the soft skin, I let out a sigh, knowing this woman is everything and then some. She’s so goddamn amazing.
“It’s just me,” I reiterate quietly. “You once told me you’re the only person to hold any power over me, and it’s the same for you. I hold the power here, not him. You tell me to stop, though, and we stop. Understand?”
Blake nods, but I need to hear her say the words.
“Out loud, firefly.”
“Yes, I understand. I’m okay. I’m here with you,” she says, conviction in her tone.
Like I needed to hear those words, my body relaxes. “You’re here with me.”
“Theo,” she whines, her voice coming out light. “I need you so bad. Please, please, please,” she chants, almost delirious with the way I’m edging her.
I chuckle, sitting back on my haunches and taking in my handiwork.
Shit, she looks good enough to eat.
She’s giving me the perfect view of her ass, everything spread wide for me to see. Dropping to my knees, I press my tongue to the little bundle of nerves, causing her hips to buck. Her cries spur me on, so Idrag my tongue from her clit to her opening and back again until she’s a shaking mess under me. Even then, I pull back before she can finish.
“Damn it, Theo.” She tries to push herself up, but I’m there, gripping her hips and shuffling on my knees. She fights me until I line myself up with her opening and thrust deep inside her cunt.
Jesus, she feels like heaven.
“You want to come, firefly? Then you’ll come on my fucking cock.” I deepen my thrusts, making her whole body move forward on the bed. The room is a cacophony of noises, one that only makes this hotter—her sobs of pleasure, the tinkling of the handcuffs, my breathy grunts, and the bed hitting the headboard in a steady thumping rhythm that matches the snap of my hips against hers.
I’m sweating, trying to prolong the inevitable, but then her pussy clenches around me, strangling my dick in the best way possible and causing my eyes to cross. My balls draw up, my spine tingling, but I try to hold it back until she comes.
I reach my hand around, not being able to last much longer, and stroke her clit as I thrust into her harder. One hand remains on her hip, guiding her back and forth.
“Theo. Don’t stop. Please! Don’t stop,” she cries out, coming harder than I’ve ever seen her come before.
One last thrust and I’m flying over the edge with her, shooting ropes of cum into her spasming cunt. Blake’s body goes limp under me as my chest heaves, and I try to catch my breath.
I reach over and undo the last cuff. She collapses into a heap on the bed, while I throw them down on the floor out of the way. I push the hair out of her face and remove the blindfold, her ass still in the air and dripping with my cum.
Shit, that’s a goddamn sexy ass sight.
Later, Theo. Aftercare first.
Gently scooping her up into my arms, I settle her on my lap. My thighs become sticky, but I couldn’t give less of a shit. My woman needs me right now, especially with the way her eyes have glazed over, and a small smile plays on her lips. I think I might have broken her.
“You okay, firefly?” I ask, brushing her hair back so I can get a good look.
“Mmm,” she hums softly, snuggling into my chest.
I sit with her for a few more minutes, both of us satiated and just enjoying the moment. I whisper nonsensical things into her ear—how amazing she is, how well she took me, and how proud I am of her. Whether she understands is another thing, but I really am proud of her.
Eventually, I pull myself away and settle her back against the pillows. Blake gazes up at me, her eyes filled with love. I smile, giving her my own tender look in return. Placing the covers over her, I walk to the bathroom and clean myself up. She looks half asleep when I return to her with a warm cloth in hand, but I peel the covers off and begin wiping away the mess we both made. Part of me hates that I’m cleaning her up. I want her covered in me so no other man ever goes near her again. I guess I’ll just have to fuck every hole she has.
Insert maniacal grin.
Throwing the cloth aside, I climb into bed and pull Blake onto my chest. I turn off the lamp, enveloping us in darkness, and the only light is the moon peeking through the curtains. She snuggles into me, breathing deeply.
“Are you okay? I know that must have been really hard for you,” I say, regret and shame filling me. When you’re in the moment, you don’t think, and now I’m feeling pretty shitty that I might have pushed her too far.
“Thank you,” she says, her words catching.
I tilt my head. “Thank you?”
