“Get on your knees for me,” I order, my voice rough.
She obeys without hesitation, and fuck, she’s beautiful sitting down there. I stand over her, unzipping my pants as she looks up at me, those blue eyes wide with excitement. I slam into her mouth, not bothering to be gentle, and I groan as she gags around me.
I fuck her mouth hard, over and over, until tears are streaming down her cheeks. Fuck, she looks so beautiful when she cries for me.
By the time I’m finished, her lips are swollen, her chest glistening with sweat and come. I pull her to her feet, watching her struggle with the pain of being on her knees for so long. She whimpers, but I can’t help but mock her a little.
“What’s wrong, baby? Am I hurting you?”
“Yes,” she whispers, her voice breathless. “But I love it.”
I can’t help but grin at that. “Good girl,” I murmur, my words making her body tighten with arousal.
I grab the belt from my jeans, wrapping it around her neck as I push her into the bathroom. Her reflection stares back at me in the mirror, and I can see the desire in her eyes, the way she’s already dripping with need.
“Spread your legs,” I command, my voice dark.
She does, and I slam into her hard, watching her gasp as I cut off her air supply with the belt. Her body convulses with pleasure, and I fuck her harder, making sure she’s right on the edge of consciousness as I drive into her.
“Come for me,” I growl.
And she does. She always does. Her entire body tightens around me, and I spill into her with a groan, watching her collapse against the counter.
After I’ve finished, I lean down, loosening the belt and kissing her softly on her sweet lips. “I love you,” I whisper. I love her so fucking much.
I unfasten the handcuffs, lifting her into my arms and carrying her to our master bathroom. She deserves to be cleaned up after what I just did to her. I sit her on the counter and start drawing a hot bath, filling it with bubbles. When the tub is full, I return to her, pressing another soft kiss to her lips before carrying her over to it, before going to our bedroom.
As I come back into the bathroom, she’s resting her head against the porcelain clawfoot tub, watching me. She looks so beautiful like this, her skin flushed from our time together, her eyes soft and full of love. I wish I could freeze this moment, just to soak it in for a little longer.
It’s all a game to her, the running, the hiding. But she knows I’ll always catch her. Every time.
I kneel beside the tub, brushing a strand of hair from her face. She smiles at me, and I know, without a doubt, that this is everything I’ve ever wanted.
