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There’s a vulnerability about him that warms me up inside like a squishy tight hug.
“Forever,” I say, hoping I’m not making a fool of myself. Hoping he won’t untie me and let me go, and then we’ll never speak of it again.
“That I can do,” he says, then pulls me into his arms, my fingers fidgeting, but even though I rub my wrists together to set them free from the tie, I have no such luck.
He slides his hand down between my legs, and the moment he rolls a thumb over my clit, I quiver. I am so fucking wet right now, so beyond aroused for him.
“Yes, baby, give yourself to me.”
I ride his hand, because that’s about the only thing I can do right now, and with his other hand he cups my breast. Even over the fabric, the warmth from his palm sifts though, sending me on a crazy hot stir. He then thrusts three digits inside me, fucking me with them as I grind against his hand.
The back and forth only takes a few minutes until my world explodes, and I come, whispering his name, my cheeks flushed, my body trembling.
I’m still sweaty and soft and warm when he flips me around, and gently places my arms over my head, my still linked wrists stretched ahead of me. Then, he pulls me to the edge of the desk, and my feet touch the ground. He hikes up my skirt, and pulls my G-string to the side without taking it off.
I’m confused and turned on.
Then, he presses on the small of my back until I rest my head on the smooth surface of the desk, and he lifts my ass just enough. Before I catch my breath, he starts fucking me from behind, his cock slamming all the way to the hilt, my pussy taking every bit of him.
Like this, with my arms above my head, tied, I am completely at his domain.
“Fuck,” he says, and I can tell his control is about to slip away from him too. “I want you too much,” he says, and the way his voice had an undercurrent of anger, hinting he was mad at himself for either feeling it or saying it out loud… it sends a thrill down my spine.
“Me too,” I say, my voice low and I wonder if he heard me.
He spanks my ass, swatting my cheek. My butt is warm, it stings, and aches for a little while then the flashes of pain shift into a pleasuring sensation. “Fuck,” he says again, a bit louder, and I hope no one heard it from outside.
He intensifies his thrusts, and now, each time he withdraws more and more then plunges back in deeper. “Whitney,” he calls me, then swats me again, but I feel he’s really trying to hit the passion consuming him. The same one that’s consuming me.
He sneaks his finger around and flicks my clit, and at this point I can’t take it anymore. Pleasure shocks through me, intense and fearless, and I come in waves that wash over my body, without relent. Until I’m slowly sobbing, a hot mess, my face trembling against the foggy surface of the desk.
He shifts the angle of his cock just enough, and continues to ram in and out of me, until I hear his growl, and he releases his hot load inside me.
Then, he drops on top of me, kisses my neck, and reaches to my wrists and sets me free.
The irony is I feel more bounded to him than ever.
13
Maddox
“Your turn,”she says, handing me the ax.
I hold the weight of the tool, and clasp it. This is the first time visiting an ax throwing joint, and if at first the idea seemed silly at best, now I’m actually enjoying myself. Then again, why wouldn’t I? For the past few days, we’ve been together non-stop, or as much as our schedules allow.
Still, it doesn’t feel like it’s enough.
I shoot the damn thing at the target, hitting it right at buzz’s eye. She squeals, cheering me on, then takes a sip of her beer.
She’s invited me here because she needed to come for an appearance and check out the place, take some pictures, then post about it later. So even though this should technically be work, it’s still relaxing. At least, to me.
Besides, I get to see how she fills those skintight jeans and plaid shirt she’s wearing. I’ve seen how a couple of men looked at her, and wanted to punch each one.
Though I know she’s mine.
Mine forever.
A warm glow flows through me, spreading into my veins. When I was married, the idea of giving myself so fully to someone was not something I was comfortable with. I loved my wife then, yes, what we represented together. A team. A power couple with similar goals and needs.
