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“I was always a little bad,” she counters, stepping closer. “You just needed to find out.”

I like to think that our Halloween night last year was what made that side of her bloom.

I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry. “You’re a vision, Vivian. Absolutely the most ravishingly beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes upon. The only woman I want to lay my eyes upon.” I mean every word with a fervor that surprises even me. “The one person to steal my breath time and time again.”

She moves closer, her scent—a mix of her perfume, her natural musk, and arousal—filling my nostrils. Without warning, she straddles me, her thighs bracketing mine, her pussy hovering inches above my straining erection. The moisture between her legs is slick against my thigh, proof of her arousal that makes my cock throb painfully.

I can’t help myself; I lean forward as much as my restraints allow, capturing one perfect nipple between my lips. The taste of her skin explodes on my tongue—salty-sweet and intoxicating. I suck hard once, reveling in her sharp intake of breath, before she pulls away.

“Don’t be a bad boy,” she warns, punctuating her words with a playful slap to my chest. The sting spreads warmth across my skin, intensifying my need for her.

“I can’t help it,” I confess, straining toward her again. “You smell and taste like a piece of heaven sent to me specifically, and I want to indulge. I want to get high on it.” My voice breaks with desperation. “Let me have a taste, Viv. Please.”

I’m not above begging. Not with her. Not when she has me tied up and at her mercy, my cock throbbing painfully beneath her.

She reaches up and removes my backwards cap, tossing it carelessly aside as my hair spills in waves. It’s back in black because I’ll be going on tour soon but for most of the summer I rocked my blond hair back. The way she looked at me when I first appeared in front of her with my hair back to its original dirty blond made me decide I’ll keep it only when I’m not touring.

“That’s in the way,” she explains when I make a questioning noise.

Before I can ask what she means, she grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat. The sharp tug sends a jolt of pleasure-pain straight to my groin, and I groan helplessly.

“Fuck, Viv...”

Her lips find my throat, hot and demanding. She kisses a path from my jaw down to my collarbone, her tongue tracing patterns that make me shiver. When she reaches my Adam’s apple, she sucks hard, marking me in a way that sends possessive pride surging through my chest.

I belong to her. I always have.

The sensation of her mouth on my throat, combined with the weight of her body on my lap and the restrictive bite of the handcuffs, pushes me to the edge of madness. I’m so turned on I can barely think, my world narrowed to the points where our bodies connect.

“I want to hug you so much, Viv,” I whimper, straining against the metal keeping my wrists immobile. “Feel your skin against mine…” I need more contact, need to feel her pressed against me fully, skin to skin with nothing between us. “Make love to you…”

“Patience, Andy.” She places a finger against my lips, silencing me. The gesture is so tender despite her dominance that my heart clenches. I kiss her finger, giving her an impish smile that she returns, her eyes softening momentarily before darkening again.

Without breaking eye contact, she reaches between us, tugging my boxers down just enough to free my slick cock. The cool air against my heated flesh makes me hiss through clenched teeth. Then her hand wraps around me, pumping once, twice, spreading the cum that’s once again beading at the tip. My thighs tremble with the effort of staying still, of not thrusting into her grasp like a wild animal.

She rises slightly on her knees, positioning me at her entrance. The heat of her is heavenly, the slick evidence of how much she wants this—wants me. Then, in one fluid movement, she sinks down, taking me inside her completely.

“F—fuuuuck, that feels like heaven, Vivian,” I gasp, the tight, wet heat of her nearly sending me over the edge again. “Oh my god, you feel so good and you’re so wet for me, cariad.”

She adjusts her position, her hands gripping my shoulders for balance. “I have some motivation in having you tied up and at my mercy,” she admits, a wicked gleam in her eye that makes my cock pulse inside her.

Then she begins to move, rising and falling in a rhythm that threatens to shatter my sanity. Each time she sinks down, taking me to the hilt, a soft sound escapes her lips—not quite a moan, not quite a sigh, but something uniquely Vivian that I would recognize anywhere. Her pace is deliberate, designed to build her pleasure while prolonging mine, and I’m helpless to do anything but enjoy the ride.

I watch, transfixed, as her head falls back, exposing the elegant line of her throat. Her breasts bounce with each movement, nipples pebbled and begging for attention. The sight of my cock disappearing inside her, slick with her arousal, is almost too much to bear.

“Viv,” I moan, desperate to kiss her. “Please.”

She seems to understand what I need because she leans forward, her chest brushing mine as our lips meet in a kiss that starts gentle but quickly turns hungry. Our tongues dance together, mimicking the movement of our bodies. I pour everything I feel for her into the kiss—every ounce of love, desire, gratitude, and awe that this incredible woman is mine. “Let me fuck you, baby.”

As the kiss deepens, her movements become more frantic, less controlled. She’s close; it’s in the way her inner walls flutter around me, in the increased urgency of her breathing. She breaks the kiss, pressing her forehead against mine, our breaths mingling as she rides me harder, faster.

“Andy,” she gasps, and the sound of my nickname—the one only she uses—pushes me dangerously close to the edge.

I fight my own orgasm, determined to feel her come around me first. “That’s it, beautiful,” I encourage, my voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Take what you need. Use me. I’m all yours.”

She moves even faster, her rhythm faltering as she reaches her peak. Then she’s coming, her body arching like a bow as she cries out my name. Her pussy clenches around me in pulsing waves, milking my cock so perfectly that my own orgasm crashes through me without warning. I thrust up as much as my restraints allow, burying myself as deep as possible as I fill her pussy, my release seeming to go on forever as she continues to move through her aftershocks.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” I pant when I can speak again, my body boneless with satisfaction. “The way you squeeze me when you come... Nothing better in this world.”