Page 29 of Temporarily in Love

“Yes. Make me yours.”

“Good girl,” he purred.

I heard the bedside table open and the sound of him opening a condom wrapper and then the bottle of lube. He might be demanding in bed, but he still was a considerate lover who used lube. I loved that about him. Most men barely knew to do foreplay, but not him.

He took something else out of the drawer, and then he pulled my arms behind my back. I fell face-first onto the bed, and he bound my hands behind my back with padded leather handcuffs. Unlike the wrist restraints we used earlier, they had a chain linking them together, making them harder to get out of. I couldn’t see what they looked like, but they definitely weren’t velcro like the other pair.

It was always the quiet ones you had to watch out for. I never expected this from Declan, but I was wet already at the thought of him fucking me from behind as I lay helpless and bound.

He lifted my hips up in the air, pressing his groin against my ass. He ran the head of his cock across my slit, and I moaned and pushed back at him, trying to get him to plunge inside me sooner. The crack of his hand on my ass bounced across the room.

“Naughty girl, you have to wait,” he snarled, digging his hands into my hips.

“Please, Declan. I need your big cock inside me now,” I begged.

“Wait,” he ordered as he played with me some more.

He ran the head of his cock across my clit, and I moaned at the sensation. He wasn’t even inside me yet, but waves of pleasure were building up already. I was in his complete control, and I had to play by his rules.

“Pumpkin,” I said into the bed as a test.

He stopped and turned my head so he could look into my eyes. “Do you want to stop?”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“I wanted to know…if you would stop.”

He gave me a quick gentle kiss. “Lila, if you say your safe word, I’ll stop doing whatever I’m doing. I’m serious. If you’re not okay with me being dominant, tell me.”

I shook my head. “No, I like it.”

A smile curled up on his lips, and he gripped my jaw tight. “You were testing me, huh?”

I nodded.

“Okay, now?” he asked. He searched my eyes, looking for consent, checking in with me to make sure I wanted this too. He could be dominant, but he was still my sweet Declan. He’d never do anything to hurt me. Unless I asked.

I nodded again.

He turned me back around and pressed my face into the pillow. Then he groaned as he buried himself to the hilt.

“Fuck, yes,” he growled out as he slid his cock in and out of me, taking me hard as I was helpless beneath him. I loved that he bound my hands behind my back and pressed me into the mattress as he fucked me from behind.

“You love being tied up, don’t you?” he asked.

He was so rough in bed; it was so unexpected and made pleasure rise inside me. I was on the cusp of coming. I arched my ass back into him, trying to get better leverage as he pressed deeper inside until he bottomed out. Until he filled me up as far as he could go.

“Tell me you love being at my mercy,” he commanded.

“I love it.”

“You love being punished by my big dick.”

“I love your big dick. The only dick that’s ever made me come,” I moaned in confession.

I didn’t want him to know that, but I lost myself in the feeling of him. In being bound and laid out like a meal for him.