I tried not to laugh, I really did, but I couldn’t help it. “Trust me, killer… it’s more than just sex. It’s the way you make me feel like I’m worth something. You see me in a way no one else fucking has, you know that? I’m all in.”
“You’re all in?” She repeated the words like she was trying them on for size.
“Mmhm,” I said, nodding. I let my hands run over her thighs. “Until you tell me to go away.”
Her breathing hitched as my fingers inched their way up her body. “What if that never happens? I mean, what then?”
“Then I guess we’ll have to figure something out. My cabin’s gonna get cramped by the time you move in all your shit, and?—”
“I don’t have that much!” she said, swatting my arm.
“You’ve got more than I do. That’s for damn sure. And we’ll have to make some compromises on the decorating shit, because I dunno how I feel about letting you move in an orange couch and disco balls.”
Lennox stuck her bottom lip out in a pout. “What if I get on my knees and beg?”
“You know… On second thought, maybe I could use some color after all,” I said, leaning in for a kiss. Lennox met me halfway, keeping her arms locked tight. Her hips tilted, seeking friction, and I groaned as I pulled away and dropped my head against hers. “We don’t have time for you to be grinding that hot little pussy against me.”
“Please, baby…” she whined. “We can make it quick.”
“It’s never quick with you,” I said. “You make me crazy, and then I can’t stop. I can’t get enough.”
She paused, looking around the room, eyes lighting up when she landed on something in the corner. I followed her line of sight, interest sparking when I realized what it was.
My rope was hanging on a hook by the door, looking mighty tempting. I turned back toward Lennox with my eyebrow raised. “That doesn’t seem like it’d be quick.”
“It’ll keep my hands busy so I’m not distracting you…”
She had a point. And maybe it’d give me some ideas for later because I knew I wouldn’t ever get the sight of her bound out of my mind once I’d seen it. “I have a better idea for today,” I said, reaching forward and grabbing a ball of baling twine from the top drawer of my desk. “Give me your hands,” I said, making quick work of a handcuff knot. She slipped her wrists inside, and I pulled on them. “Good?” I asked.
“Great,” she breathed, testing the binding.
My fingers flew to the button of her jeans, pulling them down until she was bared to me. I wanted to savor her, to takemy time, but that wasn’t a luxury we had right now. “Bend over the desk, killer. And keep those hands where I can see them.”
Lennox did as she was told, just like I knew she would. The sight of her ass and bound wrists made my cock fucking ache. She was better than any drug. I was going to combust if I didn’t get inside her soon.
“So fucking pretty,” I said, undoing my jeans and pulling my dick out. She was already dripping. “And all mine.”
In one quick motion, I was inside of her, stilling only for a moment before my hips picked up the pace. We were fucking like it was our last time, even though it felt like it was our first. Maybe it was in a way. It was the first time we’d genuinely acknowledged this thing between us, admitted that it was something life-changing.
“Yours,” she breathed, sliding flat on the desk. Her arms were bound in front of her, grabbing at the air, searching for purchase, and being denied by design.
Lennox’s ass bounced with each thrust. There was nothing soft or gentle about what we were doing. We didn’t have time for that. It wouldn’t take long for someone to come looking for us, but right now, I didn’t fucking care. Not when this perfect woman was all mine and writhing beneath me.
I reached around for her clit, stroking it hard and fast how I knew she liked it. “Are you gonna come on my desk like a good little slut?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried, squeezing her eyes shut.
“I can feel you squeezing me. Goddamn, that pussy loves my cock, doesn’t she?” I gritted out, upping my speed.
The sounds coming from us were lewd. A mixture of low moans and slapping skin filled the small space, keeping the tempo until I knew we were both reaching our peak. “That’s it. Come for me, sweetheart.”
Lennox was squirming beneath me, begging for more. Shecried out as I applied more pressure, her cunt strangling me as she barreled toward release. “Bishop!”
Her orgasm hit me like a freight train, sending me over the edge with her. My hips stuttered, the movement faltering as we fought to catch our breath.
“Shit, sweetheart. I think you really are trying to kill me,” I said, looking down at where we were still joined. When she laughed, she squeezed me tighter, and I groaned. It was too damn sensitive. “Fuck,” I cursed, slowly pulling out and watching my cum slip free. I reached down, gathering it on my fingers before slowly pushing it back where it belonged.
“You know I’m going to go to the bathroom to clean up, right?” she asked, holding her hands out for me to remove the rope.
