Rapturous (32 page)

“What’s your safe word, Addison?”

“It’s ‘red,’ Sir.”
 

“Do you need it?”

“No, Sir.”

Pleased by her reply, I remove my fingers, cross the room to the sink to wash up and then return to her to replace my fingers with the wide, rounded edge of the plug. Her entire
body goes tense as I take it nice and easy, giving her body time to adjust and stretch. A keening moan escapes from her that goes straight to my already incredibly hard cock. I draw out the insertion of the plug for a good ten minutes, wanting her completely focused on what we’re doing.

By the time it’s fully seated, she’s panting and her inner thighs are wet from her arousal.
 

I love that she’s
so turned on. “Up you go, sweetheart.” I help her up because I want to be able to look into her eyes for what comes next. Her face is flushed and her eyes are big as she adjusts to the dual sensations coming from her nipples and ass. She was upside down for more than thirty minutes, so I give her a minute to get her bearings.

“You feel okay?”

“Mmm-hmm.” She blinks several times in rapid succession,
and I see the beginnings of subspace.
 

Wanting to keep her there, I put my hands on her ass cheeks and lift her into my arms, forcing her to curl her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck. I walk us to an upholstered chair with no arms and sit, keeping her on my lap facing me. My cock is leaking profusely, wanting in on this right now. Unable to wait another second to be inside her,
I lift her and bring her down on my cock.

She cries out from the tight fit made even tighter by the plug. “I
can’t
!”

“Yes, you can. You already have. Relax and let me in.” I give her a light smack on the ass to redirect her attention away from the stretch of her tender flesh. The spank startles her, and she yields another two inches to me. I’m hearing a whole new set of sexy noises from her,
and they’re wildly arousing. She grunts and moans and screams as I work my way in, one torturous inch at a time until I’m fully seated and she’s having one orgasm after another.

“Mmm, someone’s in the biggest trouble ever,” I whisper harshly against her ear as I shamelessly ride her orgasms while trying to fend off my own. I’m nowhere near finished with her. Reaching around to her back, I play
with the plug, drawing it out before pressing it back in again.
 

She’s out of her mind, screaming and coming and clawing at my shoulders. God, I love her this way. I love that I’ve taken her somewhere she’s never been before. I release the clip on her left nipple and watch her eyes fly open in shock a second later. Without giving her a chance to prepare or anticipate, I remove the other one,
and she detonates, coming with a scream that seems to come from her very soul.

Holy fuck… I knew she’d be amazing, but this is something else altogether. It’s like she was made for this, for me. I have to remind myself that this is still new to her. I can’t go everywhere I want to take her tonight or even tomorrow. It’ll be a lifetime journey of pleasure and discovery, but there’s still a lot
we can do tonight.

I keep up the slow but steady strokes into her as she comes down from the epic orgasm, her blissed-out expression making my heart ache with love for her. Her eyes flutter open, and I can see the exact moment when she realizes that only one of us has had epic orgasms.

She groans when I tug on the plug to remind her that we’re not done yet. Far, far from it.
 

I have no idea if we’ve been at it for hours or days, but he doesn’t let up. He owns me body and soul in that room, taking me places I never knew I could go. I’m outside myself, watching us, wondering what he has planned next as he takes me on the wildest ride of my life. My body is a big trembling nerve ending as one orgasm after another rips through me. He tells me I’m not allowed to come without
his permission, but damned if I know how to stop it.

And I don’t want to stop it. I want everything he has to offer and then some. With the plug still deep inside me, he positions me in a sitting position on a table, ensures my comfort and then begins binding me with soft ropes, starting with my wrists and working his way up to my shoulders and then down my torso.
 

Though I’m half out of my
mind from what we’ve already done, I watch him closely, intrigued by his fierce concentration and attention to detail. His blue eyes are darker than ever, and a strand of silky hair falls over his forehead. If I were allowed to move, I’d want to brush it back with my fingertips.
 

With anyone else, the thought of being bound in any way would be terrifying. But with him, I’m not afraid. I’m thrilled
to be sharing in his greatest desires, and I’m fascinated by the way the ropes come together in an elaborate pattern. I want to ask how he learned to do this, but I’m not allowed to speak unless I want to stop it, and that’s the last thing I want to do. I’ll have time to ask later, because now we have all the time in the world.
 

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he says gruffly.

“I’m amazed.”

“By?”

“You.”

“How so?”

“I want to know everything about how you learned about this and who taught you and…”

“We’ll talk later.”
 

His tone is commanding and confident, both of which are a huge turn-on for me. I love him this way—completely focused on me and my pleasure. I love his tense control and the way he watches me carefully for signs of trouble. I’m in very good hands with him, and that
gives me the ability to let go of my worries and enjoy every minute. Well, just about every minute. The plug that’s still wedged in my ass is not quite “enjoyable,” and it made sex with Hayden and his huge cock extremely challenging.

He may as well still be inside me from the way my body continues to contract with aftershocks.
 

Judging by the way his eyes glittered with passion, I could tell
that he loved the challenge of getting me to take him while wearing the plug. I feel like I passed a test that led to what we’re doing now with the ropes. He finishes with one knot to hold the entire scheme together, positioned directly over my clit. I’m immediately and uncomfortably aroused from the pressure on my most sensitive place.

“You look beautiful in my ropes.” He takes a step back to
admire his work before moving around the table to secure my bound hands to a hook above us. The table that’d been holding me up is rolled away, leaving me suspended. I expected that would hurt, but it doesn’t. As promised, he’s made sure that nothing hurts more than I can stand. All the pressure is on my clit, which I now realize was intentional.

After taking a good long look at what he’s created,
he approaches me, still fully erect. “Does anything hurt?”

I shake my head.

“Use your words, Addison.”

I love how he calls me by my full name, giving even more weight to what we’re doing. “No, nothing hurts.”

He raises a brow.

“Sir.”

Smiling, he reaches out to tweak my nipple, which has been left exposed by the intricate web of rope. “I want to take a picture of you the way you look right
now.”

“How do I look?”

“Sensational. Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. So a picture, yes?”

“For your eyes only.”

“Absolutely.”

“Okay.”

While he goes to get his phone, I close my eyes and feel the presence of the ropes that bind my arms, hands, breasts, legs and the intense pressure on my clit. I take deep breaths in through my nose and out through my mouth and lose myself in the sensations that
come from the bindings.

The next thing I know, his hands are on me, cupping my ass, which is still sensitive from the paddling. His fingertips caress the skin between the ropes, arousing me from the meditative state.

“Are you ready to take the picture?”

“I already did.”

“Oh. Can I see it?”

“Later.” He arranges me so my legs are on either side of his hips and presses his hard cock against
my opening. Like before, the fit is tight and the pressure borders on pain. The knot is tight against my clit, making me feel everything even more intensely than I did before, if that’s possible.
 

Hayden knows exactly how to position me for ultimate effect, and he enters me slowly but insistently, using the swing of the suspension to bring me in and then send me back. It’s a thrilling push-pull
that leaves me breathless with a kind of edgy, exciting desire that transports me out of myself and into a place where there’s only him and us and how he makes me feel.

I’m not sure exactly what happens then. One minute we’re making crazy love while I’m suspended, the next he’s carrying me to bed, the ropes are gone, the plug has been removed and my body feels deliciously, gloriously used.
 

“Mmm, Hayden…”

“I’m here, honey. I’ve got you.”

I glance at the bedside clock and see that it’s after three a.m. when he tucks me into bed. Were we really in there for three hours? He holds a bottle of water to my lips and encourages me to drink. My throat is raw, as if I’ve been screaming. “Did I scream?”

“Yeah, baby.” His brows are knitted as if he’s concerned or anxious.

I trace my finger
over the groove between his brows. “What’s wrong?”

“You sort of punched out on me there for a while. Kinda scared me.”

“Is that unusual?”

“No. They call it subspace, but you were really out of it.” His fingertip caresses my cheek. “How do you feel?”

“I feel good. How do you feel?”

“I feel amazing.”

“Will you come to bed with me?” I lift the covers to invite him in.
 

“I need a minute, and
then I will.” He kisses my lips. “Finish the water.”
 

I watch him walk across the room and disappear into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Holy motherfucking hell
… That was… I don’t have the words to describe my amazement and disbelief over the way Addie completely surrendered to me. I have
to be honest—I didn’t think she would. I figured it would be an endless struggle of me trying to control her and her trying to top me from the bottom.
 

But that’s not what happened. She gave herself over to me, accepting my kink and my ropes and me. God, she was so accepting and peaceful, and when I felt her slip into deep subspace, I discovered that not only is she capable of being submissive,
she’s my perfect match.

I’m elated and exhausted and overwhelmed by the most satisfying sexual experience of my life. By the time I finally took my pleasure and let go of the control, I was like a tightly wound wire attached to a pile of dynamite.
 

I wash my face and hands and take a leak, thinking about how far we’ve come since the night of the Oscars, when I jacked off in the men’s room rather
than face up to what I feel for her. Now I don’t have to hide it anymore, and the relief is pervasive.

I need to get back to her. Aftercare is a critical part of my responsibilities as a Dom. I spent forty minutes calming and soothing her in the playroom before I untied her bindings and carried her to bed. It’s funny how I need her almost more than she needed me after our scene. I need to touch
her and hold her and make doubly sure that she’s all right.