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I’m an insane woman, because his hand on my mouth makes my desire spike. I kiss his hand, then bite it.
“God, I’m sorry,” he groans, thrusting in again, deeper, so deep I feel like my body has consumed him, and then holds for a moment. “I’m already close.”
“Hold off,” I squeal. “Think of Fred Myles.”
He gives a surprise laugh, followed by a growl as I pull out from under him. He lets me, though, looking to me for direction, and I say, “Lie on your back.”
“Are you going to take control?” he asks, appearing amused and hopefully fired up by the thought.
“Yes. I’m going to own you, Shane Royce, and you’re going to like it.”
I’ve been thinking about this all night—turned on by that tie and wanting to touch it, to use it to tug him closer. It’s not the first day I’ve had that intrusive thought, but it’s the only day I’ll ever be able to do anything about it.
I retrieve it as he gets onto his back, his cock jutting up for me.
He gives me a wicked smile and puts his hands behind his head. I climb onto him, the thumping of my heart matching the feeling between my legs, and tie his hands together, using one of the knots I learned in Girl Scouts. Let’s see him try to get out of that before I let him.
There’s a scar on his forearm, small and blotchy, and I run my finger over it. “What’s this from? I’ve always wondered.”
Something passes through his eyes, but it’s too fast for me to follow and tug it out. “I’d rather not talk about that right now. I’d prefer to keep the focus on you, me, and my favorite tie.”
I don’t call him out on it, because I want to be lost in this moment too.
“It should be your favorite,” I say, reaching down and lining him up. I play with him, rubbing against him without giving him what he wants, but he doesn’t move. He just stares at me, taking his punishment and silently telling me what he wants from me.
“Am I driving you crazy?” I ask, placing my palms on his chest and sitting on him just beneath his cock.
“You always drive me crazy.” His smile widens. “I see no reason why you shouldn’t drive both of us crazy for a change.”
He’s right. My body is demanding more of that thick cock. I don’t want to make either of us wait any longer, so when I rub myself against him this time, I slowly sink down, taking all of him in. The look of satisfaction and raw need on Shane’s face, paired with the feeling of him stretching me and my sensitive clit rubbing against him, his cock captured inside my body, is nearly enough to make me come on the spot.
I take his tied wrists in one hand while I ride him. “You’re mine to do with as I like.”
I’m prepared for him to roll over and prove me wrong—his wrists are tied together, not secured to anything else, and he is very strong and capable. Maybe I even slightly want him to do that. But instead he smiles and lifts his head to kiss my breast. “Yes, I am.” Then he repeats what I said earlier. “Don’t be gentle.”
I’m not. I grind down on him hard, holding his wrists, and he bucks up to meet me, seeking more, because I’m pretty sure neither of us can get enough right now.
“You’re driving me wild,” he confirms.
“That’s the idea,” I say, throwing my head back as I sink down onto him again, feeling every thick, delicious inch, my hand still holding his as they flex under my touch. I’ve never felt so powerful, so beautiful, and so needy.
I hear him swearing under his breath, and I look down and meet his eyes. They’re heated, and he says, “You’re fucking gorgeous,” as he slams up into me, his hands twitching again under my touch.
“So are you,” I admit, and I lean down and kiss him as I keep moving my hips. Slower, though. It’s a deep, dirty kiss, our mouths locked together, our tongues moving, and it’s then that I feel my body tightening around him again.
“Shane,” I whisper into his mouth.
“I feel you,” he says, his voice strained. “Oh, God, you feel so good. Ruthie, I need…”
“I know what you need.”
Still moving over him, on the edge, my whole body ready to fall, I untie his hands.
With a fevered sigh of relief, he strokes them down my body. Then he finds my ass and presses it down as he thrusts up, bringing our connection even deeper—and it’s happening, I feel myself cresting over the edge into a pleasure so deep I might drown in it. A gasp escapes me, and he meets my eyes, his gaze intense and greedy, and thrusts in hard and deep. Sounds I didn’t realize I was capable of making pour out of my mouth, and he captures them in a kiss that he only breaks because he’s groaning and jerking against me in a fast thrust that suggests his control is utterly broken. And the look of joy on his face as he comes seems to break something inside of me—while at the same time building something new.
He keeps his hand on my back, but moves us onto our sides, and we lay like that for a moment, panting, staring at each other in what can only be called wonder. “Ruthie,” he finally says with an emphasis that makes me laugh.
“Shane.”
