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"You liked what you felt though," I point out.
"Yes, but it scares me too."
"Why?"
"Because I know I'll never be able to act on it."
"You acted on it just fine when—"
"I wasn't thinking before," she cuts me off. "We were running. I was afraid and naked and..." She shakes her head. "But it's different now. I would be too worried to enjoy myself."
"Worried about what?"
So many men flash through her mind, starting with her father's angry face, going to boys who tried to touch her without her permission at school, then to bosses who tried to corner her and blackmail her to get what they wanted, and ending with the face of the nurse and the men who harmed her tonight. It hurts so badly to have her compare me to them, but all I can truly do is prove her wrong. But how, if she won't let me?
Her eyes cast down as she rebukes herself for being aroused right now. I look around, trying to think of what to say or do to show her that she can trust me, especially in this. Then, I see it, a rope sitting under the other couch, partially buried in the dirt. I rush for it so suddenly that it scares her a little.
"What about if you were in control?" I ask excitedly.
She lifts her head to look at me. "What?"
"Could you enjoy yourself if you were in control?" I hold up the rope for her to see. "You can tie my hands to the arm of the couch."
She narrows her eyes at me, and I feel the suspicion filling her, but right alongside it is her rising desire. The thought of tying me up appeals to her, the need intensifying between her thighs preventing her from dismissing it. My cock is rock hard now, but I'm not thinking of myself right now.
"Why would you let me tie you up?"
"I would do anything for you, Leah."
"Because I'm your mate?"
She says it like it's such a simple thing, like I wouldn't lay my life down for her just because she asked me to. She doesn't yet understand what being a mate means.
"Because you are my mate, I want you to feel pleasure and have no shame about it. I want you to use me however you need to get what you want. And I know you want it. I can feel it. Smell it. I can hear how badly you want this."
And she does. Her mind fills with images she never imagined herself having as her eyes drift over my body. I make sure to stay still, to let her see all of me without scaring her. Then her eyes are on my face, and I lick my lips, awaiting her answer. Her eyes dart to my mouth, notice my forked tongue, and I have to fight to hold back a groan at the images that go through her mind of what she wants my tongue to do to her. I'm ready to beg her at this point. But then her eyes find mine, determining, judging, and then finally deciding.
Her hand inches forward, fingers uncurling as they get closer to mine. I place the rope in her hand, more than ready for whatever she wants tie me up and do.
Chapter 6
"Tighter," he instructs me.
I swallow and pull the rope tighter around his wrists. It strains against the arm of the couch as I straighten to stand beside him, and I worry for a moment he'll just break the couch.
"I could." He answers a question I never asked him.
“Why would you admit that to me?” I puzzle.
"I’m incapable of lying, so I hope you will believe me when I tell you that yes, I could free myself if I tried, but I won’t. I promise you that I won't. I'm yours, to do whatever you want with."
I lick my lips, the wetness between my thighs urging me to do...something, anything, but I have no idea what.
"Do you want me to help you?"
My mind bristles at the idea that now that I finally feel desire, I have no idea what to do with it. That he'll think me weak and—
"Stop it," he interrupts my mental spiral. "I would never think any of those things about you. All I need you to do is put your pussy over my mouth and I promise I’ll do the rest."
