He grunts at the questions but answers anyway. “You’re very much using your powers for evil right now.” He sighs. “I always wanted to be a Marshal and was pumped when I finally became one. My first time on the task force was really fucking rough. Not as rough as Tennison, but still.”
I continue tying him up, making quick work of it before sitting up and shifting back a little as he talks. His hard cock sits at the junction between my legs, and it’s almost as tortuous as this week has been.
“It’s more about control, not specifically tying you up.” His hips tilt as he talks. I don’t even think he realizes he’s doing it. “I was very young and very eager, so when an undercover case cameup, I jumped on it.” He shivers. I put my hand on his heart in hopes it soothes him a little. “We were supposed to catch this woman who killed her husband or boyfriend—hell, I can’t even remember who it was now. I was supposed to seduce her, get her to a secluded area so we could safely take her in with little to no drama.
“The whole case shifted something in my head. She … she attacked me, for a lack of a better word,” he says quietly. “Once I had her alone, it was only seconds until the team got there, but she did some good damage. Once we were in the alleyway, it was like she knew what was coming and she jumped on me. Started punching, scratching, anything she could do to harm me. I’m pretty sure I still have scars from her nails on my shoulders. It wasn’t even sexual, but it made me realize how much damage a person can do, how much a woman can do when you’re vulnerable. I know it sounds crazy that I changed the way I have sex because of one woman. It was scary, though, and my first case on the team. And now I equate staying in control and taking away the use of your arms to staying safe. I stand by that if you hadn’t liked it, I would have been fine. You have always been different, and I never second-guess not using restraints with you. It’s just a perk that you enjoy them as much as I do.”
“Have you had sex since without using restraints?” I ask.
“No.”
“Okay,” I whisper, thinking this might be a bad idea.
“Willow.” His soft voice pulls me out of my head, and I look up at him. “You can literally do anything to me, and I’ll be the happiest man on earth. I like control, and I don’t think that will ever really go away, but I would be very open to trying new things with you. Seeing what we both like.”
“And what if I like the fact that you tie me up and don’t want you to stop?”
“Then I will continue to do so. But I think… Everything that’s happened is making me reevaluate a lot of things. I don’t want to box either of us into this one thing. There’s a huge world of things to explore, and I want to do it all with you. I feel … safe enough to be open to try everything.”
My heart pounds in my chest at his words. I don’t think I deserve his trust, but I’ll be damn sure I do everything in my power to keep it.
“How do you feel right now?” I ask, checking in just like he does to me.
“I feel like my balls are about to explode.”
My head tips back in booming laughter, not expecting his response at all.
He tilts his hips again, and my laughter turns into a groan.
“Seriously, James, how do you feel?” I ask again once I gain control of my head.
“I feel good, Trouble. Really fucking good.” The honesty in his eyes makes me not overthink anything else. I know he’ll stop me if something happens that he’s not comfortable with, and the same for me.
I lift up on my knees a little and reach in between us, grabbing his cock and centering myself on him. Locking eyes with him, I sink down onto him slowly but fully. I’m so turned on there’s no need for any sort of foreplay.
“Jesus,” he breathes out. “Warn a guy.” His hips thrust up a little, and I almost laugh, but it feels too damn good.
“This seemed more fitting.” I moan as I rock my hips. Not enough movement to get us anywhere but enough to make us both feel it.
“Such trouble,” he mutters.
I smile as I lift up and then realize one very important thing I missed.
“Shit. Shit, I forgot a condom. I didn’t even think because I’m covered, but I should have run it by you before making the decision.” My eyes dance frantically around the room, trying to figure out where I even have condoms.
“Willow.” His voice is too calm.
“What?”
“I’m clean. I can show you the tests and shit if you need me too. But I’m clean, and I don’t want to ever be with anyone again. I’m all in, so whatever you want is what I want.”
“I want you like this,” I whisper.
“Take me bare, please. I might have a very, very fast performance, but fuck do you feel incredible.” His hips buck again, making me clench.
My hands slide up his stomach, bracing myself and careful to avoid his still healing wound, and up his chest. “Can I ask you something?” His response to the no condom has my thoughts whirling.
“Anything.” He tugs at the tie holding him to my bed.
