Page 112 of At His Beck & Call

Pulling it toward me, I run it over the bed and up between her breasts. She’s breathing heavily now, her arms above her head, eyes following the tie in fascination.

I tie one wrist to the headboard, then the other. She tests the bonds and moans when she realizes there’s hardly any give in them.

“Are you okay?” She nods. “You might need another bath after I’m done with you.”

“Oh no,” she says, biting her lip. “That would be atragedy.”

“Open your legs.”

She does, my hand moving down to her center as she moans beneath me. I’m pleased when I push my finger inside her to find she’s wet and ready for me.

“Hm,” I say as she writhes upward again. “Why are you so wet, Lissa? Were you thinking about me during your bath? And how well I fuck you?”

She gasps as I push in another finger in one long stroke. Her head is thrown back now, mouth open as I lower over her, covering her lips with my own.

The kiss is soft and gentle, quite different from our usual time together, and as I move down her body, Lissa’s moans grow in volume as I pleasure her with my tongue, sucking at her clit.

After a while, I’m pushing three fingers inside her, watching her every reaction as she tugs at her bonds, her whole body moving against the sheets, panting desperately, incoherent words falling from her lips that sound a lot like begging.

I sit back on my heels, slowly pulling my fingers free and stroking my hard cock, her eyes fixed on it, licking her lips.

Before I can think too much about it, I grab the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head and throwing it to one side.

Lissa moans as I lean down, letting my weight press into her. She’s really pulling at her bonds now, but doesn’t ask me to untie her.

I line up my cock, groaning as I push inside her wet heat, feeling the walls of her body suck me in as she groans beneath me.

“Fuck,” she whispers. “Let me touch you.”

I lick her neck, shoving my hips forward the last inch as she cries out, too loudly, and I cover her mouth with my other hand.

As I push my cock into her again and build the rhythm, snapping my hips forward with every thrust, she goes wild beneath me, pulling at the tie incessantly, begging silently to release her.

Although a part of my brain is telling me to keep her tied up, keep her locked away where she can’t touch me, the other part obliterates my fears and my hand moves, untying the knot witha flick of my wrist. Instantly, her arms go around me, and we writhe together, her hands roaming over my back, over the scars, without pause, pulling me against her, accepting me, just as I am.

It’s the best and the worst night of my life.

I slam into her for what feels like an eternity, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as we come together. I punch my hips forward, going as deep as I can as she shivers beneath me, her arms around my neck. We’re one in that moment, twisted together with no space between us.

I collapse on top of her, breathing heavily, her fingers touching my back so very gently, but I can’t cope with the feeling for long, the alien nature of it triggering something at the back of my mind, an unpleasantness that has nothing to do with her.

I roll away.

We lie like that, staring at the ceiling without speaking, my hand finding hers against the sheets, our fingers interlacing loosely as she gives a contented little sigh.

I’m just on the edge of sleep, but I pull myself out of bed to go to the bathroom. I close the door, attempting to settle my muddled thoughts. I take my time soaking a warm washcloth for her, glancing up at my reflection, surprised by the contentment I see in my own expression.

But when I step back into the room again, I come to an abrupt halt. Lissa is sitting up in bed, her phone in her hands and a frown on her face.

I pause, the washcloth in my hand, waiting for her to speak, but she doesn’t say a word. Then, she looks up at me, and my stomach clenches at the hurt in her eyes. Hurt and anger.

“What is it?” I ask.

“You putfifty thousand dollarsinto my account,” she says, her voice shaking. When I don’t reply immediately, she gets outof bed, tugging on my shirt, glaring at me in a way she never has before.

“I did,” I say carefully. “I wanted to make sure you were properly compensated.”

And I really wanted to give you so much more.