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Chapter Twenty-Eight
Elijah
Her eyes flare and she shifts. Her legs unconsciously fall open further. Her pussy is swollen and dripping, the combination of our come leaking. Her nipples are hard.
She wants my control.
“Saylor, I need the words,” I remind her. I could go with what her body is communicating to me but I need absolute agreement.
“Elijah,” she starts and I raise an eyebrow. “Sir, tie me up and fuck me.”
“Good girl,” I praise her courage. She is shy with her needs but all she needs is a little encouragement to voice her desires. We have our whole life front of us, filled with pleasure and experimenting. “Leave your legs wide and put your arms over your head.”
My lips tip at the corners when she complies quickly.
I leave the bed and go into my closet. I keep a bag of toys in here. I haven’t used any of it on anyone else. Not long ago, I hadthe urge to go shopping. I didn’t know why at the time since I haven’t been seeing anyone—now I know.
I take out the cuffs. A long chain connects them. I prefer using them over the ropes because of the amount of chain. It will give her enough slack to move, and her arms won’t get tired holding them clasped closer to the slates in the headboard.
I grab the matching foot cuffs. The cuffs themselves are leather but are lined with fur to protect her skin.
I would never want to hurt her.
I am pleased that she is just as I left her. The sound of the chains rubbing together brings her attention to them. She shows no fear, only curiosity.
I sit beside her near her head. “Hold out your wrists.” There is no hesitation. “The rules. The rules are simple. If you feel any pain at all, you say pineapple. If you have any doubts about our play, you say pineapple. If you have any questions or are nervous and want to change it up, you say pineapple. We can talk about it. I need your honesty at all times. If you want me to do something else, try something else, tell me. If you aren’t having fun, I’m not. I do all of this to see your pleasure.” I hook her cuffs to the end of the chain on either side that I threaded through the headboard. “I also will never ignore the wordstop. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you have any questions?”
“No, Sir.”
“Move your hands. Test out the feel and amount of give,” I instruct. I watch as she slides the chain back and forth. “Good?”
“It’s good.”
I move to her feet and repeat the process. “Move them,” I tell her.
The chain rattles as she does. The sound shoots shivers down my spine. I love it. I have a feeling I will be hearing it a lot as I’m fucking her.
“Elijah?” she asks.
“Yes, Kitty Cat,” I reply. I stand at the foot of the bed.
“I love you. I’m ready.”
“I love you, too.” I tilt my head. She waits but I don’t move. I widen my stance and cross my arms. I let my eyes travel slowly over her. She is under my complete control. Her feet slide across the sheets as far as she can, her impatience clear. It makes me grin.
Fuck, she’s perfect for me.
She is my reward.
My everything.
I want to have babies with her. I want to fuck her every minute with that goal in mind. I close my eyes and picture her round with my child, and I don’t care what it makes me—I want it to happen as soon as possible. I need to fill her with my come as much as possible.
“Do you want babies?” I ask, opening my eyes.
