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“Mmhmm. A couple years ago.” I smile at the memory. “I wanted to feel owned, if that makes sense.”
“It does,” she murmurs. “I feel that way too, sometimes.”
“He’d do it, you know. If you wanted him to. I think he probably hasn’t brought it up because he doesn’t want to scare you or make you feel pressured.”
She’s silent, and I wonder if I misread her. Maybe she’s not into that at all. But then she hums thoughtfully and says, “That could be nice.”
I half expect her to ask more questions, but instead, she guides me into a new position. With my hands behind my back, it’s hard to maneuver, but Wren doesn’t seem to mind helping me. She settles against the pillows and headboard, half sitting up, half lying down. Then she helps me keep my balance until I’m straddling her.
“I want you to ride me,” she says as she reaches behind me and un-clips the leather cuffs. Gently, she brings my hands in front of me and redoes them.
I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
It takes us a second to get the dildo lined up, and then I lower myself onto it with a sound that’s somewhere between a moan and a whine. With one hand, Wren holds mine so I can have some leverage. With the other, she wraps her fingers around my dick.
Nope. Pretty sure this is better than heaven.
As I set a pace, Wren watches me with bright eyes. When I go faster, so does her hand. My brain short-circuits for a second. It feels so good—almost too good—and I have to fight to not get lost in the sensations.
“Wren,” I gasp. “Oh,fuck.”
She’s stroking my dick perfectly. If we keep going like this, I’m going to come before she gets the chance to, and that won’t do. I want her as satisfied as I will be. But if she doesn’t stop, I can’t last for much longer.
Thoughts of coming all over her breasts fill my head, and I groan. I may not want to come yet, butgod,that’d be such a pretty sight. I wish I could reach down and squeeze them, or better yet, lean down and suck one of her nipples into my mouth.
That idea has me teetering too close to the edge. “Princess, I’m too close.” I stop, and thankfully, her hand slows. “Too hot. You’re too fucking hot.”
She tilts her head to the side. “You don’t want to come?”
“Not until you have. Princess, please. I need to worship you.”
“Worship me,” she whispers, almost as if it’s a question.
“May I?”
Wren trails a finger down the front of my chest, so lightly that it makes me shiver. As she watches me, a heated smile graces her features. “Yes. But only with your mouth.”
Moaning, I kiss her. “As you wish.”
She helps me get off her, and then she takes the harness off and sets it aside. I don’t mind the time it takes us to get into a new position. It just means I get to watch Wren gracefully lower herself so she’s sitting on the mattress with her legs dangling off the edge.
Once I’m standing in front of her, I bask in her lustful gaze. Her eyes rake over my naked body, lingering on my cock.
“Well,” she says with a hint of giddiness, “I’m waiting.”
I start with her face, brushing my lips across her forehead and over her cheeks. Her neck is next, and I leave behind a trail of tiny kisses before lightly nipping at her earlobe. When she moans and tilts her head back, I take it as an invitation to gently suck on one of the spots that always seems to drive her wild.
When I make it down to her breasts, I trace a circle around one of her nipples with my tongue. Only once Wren has arched her back impatiently do I suck on it. She grips the hair at the back of my neck to keep me in place, just as I hoped she would.
The position is awkward enough that I can’t hold it for long. If I could brace myself with my hands, it’d be a different story, but I don’t mind being cuffed. So I straighten and bring my lips to Wren’s. Pride bursts through me when she sighs happily into my mouth.
“On your knees, O.” Wren nods to the floor right by the bed.
By the time my knees hit the carpet, my need to come is long forgotten. All I can think about is burying my head in between her legs and feasting until she screams.
Wren settles onto the bed right in front of me. When she spreads her legs, it pulls an unwarranted groan from me.
“So pretty,” I murmur. Even though it kills me, I take my time kissing my way up her thighs. How could I not savor every second of this? To me, Wren is a goddess, and having her is a privilege I’ll never take for granted.
