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“In all the right ways, of course,” he says quickly. “Don’t panic. You’ll fucking love it. I know you will.”
“Love what?”
He kisses my cheek softly. “Love being tied up, unable to touch me, unable to do anything but feel my cock buried deep inside you while I fuck you seven different ways to Sunday.”
“Tied up?”
“The more you submit, the greater the pleasure. Promise me you’ll at least try it with me?”
“I…uh –”
“There’s a string of pearls in my drawer at home with your name on them.”
“What, like literally?”
He sighs softly, shaking his head. “No, not literally.”
“What do you plan on doing with a string of pearls?”
He takes one of my hands and kisses my palm, before entwining our fingers. “I plan on sliding them up and down your pussy, coating them in your arousal, before I suck them clean again. Then I’ll tie you up to my headboard with them so you can’t move. After that, we’ll just have to see what happens. If you’re a good girl I’ll strap your ankles too.”
“What if the pearls break?”
“They’ll only break if you squirm around. You need to lie still so I can do what I want with you. Break them and you’ll be sorry.”
My heart and stomach lurch at his words. I know I should be alarmed, but I’m also kind of curious about how that might feel to be tied up and completely helpless at the hands of this gorgeous, sexy man. “And you want to use these things on me?”
“Very much.”
“You’re not into butt plugs and gag balls, are you?”
“Nope.”
“Well, that’s a relief.” I reach up and kiss his lips, softly. “The other stuff could be fun though. Sure, why not?” I melt when he smiles down at me, seemingly very pleased with my response and when he pulls the blanket up over us and holds my head down in the crook of his neck; I’m lost in the different sides of him that only I get to see.
Reed can be rough and crass sometimes. He can also be gentle and tender. He can be rude and forceful. But he can be soft and affectionate as well.
I never know which side of him I’m going to get.
And as I fall asleep in his arms, I realize I don’t care which side of him I get, because I’m slowly falling in love with each and every one of them.
Brinley
As far as weddings go, Mia and Michael’s wedding was just plain delightful. All of my sister’s hard work and anxiety over every little detail for the past eight months was completely worth it.
Everything went to plan, and they had the time of their lives.
I carried out my role as maid of honor with dignity and grace, and I even managed to get all the way through my speech without crying. The dress Mia picked out for me was actually really beautiful, strapless emerald green satin, and thankfully, it fit me perfectly.
Fairy lights and candles provided the most romantic setting, and the band continued to play softly as the bride and groom drove off in a rented limousine to spend their first night together in the only motel in town, before leaving first thing in the morning for their honeymoon.
Dean had approached me once on the dance floor, but before I could bare my teeth at him and tell him what I think of him, he caught sight of the faint purple mark on my neck, and I’m guessing he finally took the hint that I’m no longer his.
He didn’t try talking to me again after that.
The last I saw him he had his head buried in a bucket after drowning his sorrows with cheap wine and a carton of craft beer.
