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She heard
the music wafting in from the living room, more than halfway through
Mötley
Crüe
, the insistent drum beat of “Piece of Your Action” playing, and Erin almost, just for a second, started giggling.  What were the odds of actually
making love
during a song about some
totally
nasty-ass sex?  But just as the thought started to drift off, he sucked on her nipple again, slow and attentive, and she bit on her bottom lip as she felt her fingers
tighten against his head again, and the music added to her heightened sensitivity.

Riley moved his lips back to hers but he barely touched them.  He looked at her, though, and said,
“Babe, you
ain’t
seen
nothin
’ yet.”
  He kissed down her cleavage again, but this time drew a line with his tongue to her navel.  He paused and grabbed the handcuffs off the side of the bed where he’d thrown them earlier.  He moved back up to her and asked, “Ready?”

She just knew she couldn’t go much longer.  She hoped she didn’t look desperate when she nodded, panting and all but begging for more.
  He stra
ddled her and pulled her body farther up the bed so that her head was
close to the headboard.  Then he kissed her again and laced his fingers through hers and stretched her arms out.  But he just held her arms down for a few moments while immersing her in another hot, slow kiss.
  Her instinct was to press her hands into his, and she wanted to move her hands all over his body.  She wanted to
taste him the way he’d been savor
ing her, but he’d promised to show her a good time, and he was taking his mission seriously.  Besides, she thought, if he was going to put her in handcuffs, he was going to be doing all the work.  And, if that was how he got his kicks, maybe nothing else she did would work for him.

It didn’t matter now, though.  She was hot and ready and he’d barely touched her.  His right hand released hers and he grabbed one of the pairs of handcuffs.  He sat up partway and drew her left arm up just a little more so that her hand was touching the corner of the headboard.  He wrapped the cuff around her wrist and she heard the steel clicking into place.  She hadn’t expected it, but just the
clicky
zippy
sound and the feel of the cool metal heightened her arousal.  “That doesn’t hurt, does it?” he asked.

She shook her head slightly.  “No.”

“I just don’t want them digging into your wrists.”

“I’m good.”  Her ar
m was stretched so that it was almost uncomfortable
, but she was okay.
  He secured the cuff to the post.

He leaned over and kissed her again, then did the same thing with her right arm.  “Still feel okay?”

“Yeah,” she said, breathless.  She almost felt like a different person, looking at him through
changed
eyes. 
She couldn’t move her arms much.  They were pulled tightly and she suddenly felt
more
vulnerable
than she ever had in her life
.  But he looked down at her with gentle eyes…that turned dark and dangerous and desirous.  His mouth swallowed hers up again, and this time he was demanding, forceful, and aggressive.  But he wasn’t hurting her, so she tried to relax.  His lips again moved to her neck and then her
collarbone,
and he teased her nipples with his thumbs while moving down her body.

He continued to straddle her, but now he was sitting over her knees.  His fingers, hot and firm, grabbed the side of her panties and tugged on them.  He was in no hurry to pull them off and she pushed up off the bed with what little leverage she had to help them ease off.  “I’m almost sad to see these go,” he said and she giggled
in spite of herself
, squirming as his hands wrapped around her thighs to help move them down all the way.

Soon the panties
were off and he crawled back up
the bed.  He started kissing her lower belly while his hands rubbed down her thighs.  He spread her legs apart and started kissing inside her thigh.  He sucked on it a little, then licked it some more.  He was driving her fucking crazy.  She knew, she
just knew
, that as soon as his breath hit her clit, she was going to come and come hard. 
His thumbs were massaging the inside of her thighs too, and her muscles were so unbelievably taut, she thought she was going to collapse in on herself.  His thumbs started inching closer to
her pleasure zone and he pushed against her legs more, spreading them as wide they would comfortably go.

Then she felt his thumbs closing in on her and he spread her labia apart, exposing her everything.  And, sure as shit, once she felt his breath against her, she got closer.  She felt herself tilt her pelvis by instinct, as though her body really were begging him to get down to business.
  She looked down at him, wondering what the hell he was doing, and he gazed back at her, his eyes clouded by desire.  He
put his index and middle
fingers in his mouth and pulled them out, then slid them down her slit, teasing her clit
oris
.  She had no control over the little yelp that escaped her lips.
  He eased his fingers in her vagi
na while his thumb started massag
ing her clit.  Her breathing grew more rapid, ready for the release orgasm would bring.  And,
God
, she was close.

He withdrew his fingers and
pressed against her thighs
again.  His tongue touched her clit then and she couldn’t help the low moan in her throat.  He stroked her a few times and said, “God, you’re wet.”  She knew she was, so why was he just teasing her?  She felt the muscles in her arms and legs continue to tighten and surge with
desire.  And then he started kissing the side of her thigh again.

Just as she was growing impatient that he kept teasing her, he massaged her thighs with his hands again and then held them steady, bringing his face back to her again, breathing on her again.  And
, once more, he released her right thigh a
nd slid his fingers inside her one more time.  Then his tongue assaulted her clit and stroked her in a steady motion.  She felt her breathing grow deep as she gulped in air.  She felt her legs begin to quiver as they prepared for the glorious relief orgasm would bring.  She was panting, willing it on, and then he backed off again.

She lay her head back, feeling almost exhausted
.  Riley rubbed his thumb over her clit, making her moan, and then he brought his tongue back to resume its work.  Only this time, he pummeled her with a steady beat that matched the music in the other room until she began crying aloud, nearly screaming as her body let go of it all.  Her thighs tightened, but he withdrew his fingers and held her legs down with both hands as he continued thrashing her with his tongue.

And, while it felt good, she couldn’t handle it anymore.  She’d never had an orgasm this intense, this steady, this relentless, and she doubted she could take anymore.  She felt as though she would lose her mind if he didn’t ease up. 
“Stop,” she said, her voice quieter than she’d expected.  “Stop, Riley.”  Did he not hear her?  He wasn’t quitting. 
“Stop.
  Stop.  Stop!” she continued to demand
.  But then she remembered they’d talked about some stupid safety word, that
stop
didn’t mean
shit
, and her brain was so fucking fried from the orgasm, she couldn’
t
recall
the entire conversation, but she hadn’t actually chosen a
safeword
, so why the hell wasn’t he stopping?  A
t last she couldn’t beg him to quit anymore because her body gave in to yet another intense wave of pleasure and she moaned again.  “Oh, fuck!” she yelled, her legs quivering and shaking.  She tried scooting up the bed, away from his demanding tongue, but she couldn’t.  Between the headboard pressing against the crown of her head and the handcuffs not allowing her much room to move, she couldn’t get away.  And he just kept on.  She
tried to
f
i
ght him with her legs, but she was no match for his strength.
  Couldn’t he
tell
she really meant
stop
?

Finally, though, her orgasm did end.  How many orgasms she’d actually had, she didn’t know.  But she collapsed on the bed and prayed he wouldn’t touch her again.
  He kissed the inside of her thigh, just a little peck, and got up off the bed and went into the other room.  She rested her head on the pillow and opened her eyes when he came back in the room.

He set some things on the bed, but she was too tired to see what they were.  He
was
fucking hot, really good looking, and even more so with that look on his face.  He pulled his boxer briefs down to reveal his rock hard cock, and it was bigger than she’d expected.  Sure, she
’d seen his bulge through the underwear
, but he hadn’t been hard then. 
Holy fuck
.
  Could she handle more?

He reached into the pile of things he’d brought with him from the living room and picked up a condom. 
That made her feel
a little better.  Just as promised.  He set the wrapper on the bed and slid it on, and then grabbed something else.  He crawled up the bed back to her.
  “God,” he whispered, “you are
beautiful
.”  Her head was turned to the side and she had no intentions of kissing him, but his lips touched her neck and she knew then that, exhausted or not, she had more life in her.  And he slid inside, filling her with all of him.

She felt his hand g
lide up her arm, and for the first time
,
she
became aware of
pain
i
n her wrist.  The cuffs had dug into her skin, probably when she was writhing from orgasm.  She realized then that he had a key in his hand, and she wasn’t sure how he could operate it with one hand, but he did.  He unlocked the cuff and loosened it, help
ing her pull her left hand out.

She thought some of slapping him, but he drove his cock deep again and she sputtered, breathless.  She was helpless.  And in spite of the small fist of anger in her belly, her hand grabbed his back, almost possessively,
then
slid down to his ass,
wanting to
pull him close
r
, urging him
to
penetrate even
farther
.
  And as he pumped into her, she felt her body give way to
yet another orgasm.  And her brain must have hated her because she cried his name as her nails scratched down his back and she wondered if she would be alive when it was all over.

Chapter
Thirteen

JESUS FUCKIN’ CHRIST
.
 
Riley
didn’t know the last time
he’d ever had an orgasm like that, and he was pretty sure what he’d done to her had to be in her top ten of all time.  He could barely breathe when he was done and it took all his strength to roll off
Erin
.  But he had t
o
.  He could tell she was worn out.  But he’d kept his promise: 
to make her feel better than she had in a long time.  He wasn’t positive, but he was pretty sure she came two or three times. 
Mission accomplished
.

He was getting ready to rest his head on the pillow, but then realized he still needed to unlock her other handcuff.  He’d gotten lucky going to the mall today.  He
hadn’t
know
n
if he’d be able to find this shit, especially on a Sunday.  God, what would his mother think if she knew what he’d just done
on what she called
the Day of the Lord
?

He almost smiled just thinking about it.  He sat up a little and found the key, then unlocked the other cuff. 
Shit
.  As he released it and
held her hand, he noticed the steel had cut into the delicate skin on her wrist.  She wasn’t bleeding, but she had some contusions
part of
the way around. 
That made him feel
like a real asshole.  He hadn’t wanted to hurt her.  He’d considered buying rope and would have had he not found the handcuffs, but he knew she might’ve gotten rope burns from that. 
Still…what a shithead.

He looked over at her other wrist and saw similar marks around it too.  He brought the wrist in his hand up to his lips and kissed it.  “God, Erin.  Sorry that hurt you.”

She didn’t say anything.  Aw.  She must’ve fallen asleep.  He rested his head back, ready to snooze for a while.  He felt like she was a vampire who’d drained all
the life out of him.  So h
e’d make it up to her later.  Maybe
he could take her
out to dinner, but he’d rub her wrists with some essential oils or something later.  He was assuming she had shit like that around.  But he’d do something.