Authors: Lauren Dane
sort of like her. On the other hand,
Gwen is a dingus. I don’t like her.
Mal is adorable; what he sees in her I
don’t know.”
“I have an idea, let’s speak of them
no more. You should fuck me
instead.”
“Okay.”
She put her arms behind her back
and waited, sending him off into a
fantasy for several vivid seconds.
His hands shook as he balled them
into fists for a bit until he wrestled
his control back into place.
He stood and she wrapped herself
around him as he walked them into
the bedroom and tossed her on the
bed.
She laughed, her hair a tumble
around her face as she got to her
knees, pulled off the T-shirt and put
her hands back into position.
He opened the box he bought only
a few days before they’d broken up.
A box for all the things he used and
wanted to use on her, with her, to her.
She shivered as he slid the cuffs
into place on her wrists and tightened
them. He breathed out slowly, kissing
up her back to her shoulder where he
bit and she made that soft sound of
hers.
He was so hard he had to count
things and recount the rules of
adverse possession just to keep from
coming. It had been too long. Longer
than he’d ever wanted to be away
from her again.
The mask dangled from his fingers
as he moved around so she could see
it. Her lips parted and her pupils
swallowed the color in her eyes. He
leaned in to nip her bottom lip,
tugging it between his teeth and then
securing the mask over her eyes.
She loved when he used the mask.
The dark soothed her, opened her
senses in every other way. Each
touch of her skin, each kiss he laid
over her shoulders, every breath
against her body was an underlined,
exclamation-pointed declaration of
what he felt.
“You’re the most beautiful thing
I’ve ever seen.”
She breathed in deep, moved by
his declaration.
“I missed you so much I can’t even
tell you.”
“You should try.”
He kissed her smile. “Jonah came
to my house and rousted me from bed
and yelled at me for not coming after
you. I didn’t even punch him because
I knew he was right and I needed him
to push me.”
She frowned. “I slept like shit for
two weeks. I’d wake up every
morning and remember you weren’t
going to be next to me and I’d be mad
all over again.”
“Show me how much you missed
me.”
He’d been gently brushing her
temples with his thumbs and those
hands slid into her hair and yanked,
exposing the line of her throat to him.
Shivers worked through her as she
fell, softly and slowly into that warm
place where all she felt was him.
He growled as he scraped his teeth
over her neck and she jumped with a
cry when he bent and bit her nipple,
tugging hard enough for her to see
stars. Enough that when he licked
over the sting every part of her
tingled.
“When my hands are on you, when
you’re here exactly how I want you
—
because
that’s how I want you—I
feel invincible.” Covetous hands slid
all over her body, igniting her senses,
making her need him so much she
ached with it. “I don’t know why you
do it—give yourself to me the way
you do. But I’m glad you do.”
“Because you deserve it. Because
you cherish me and make me feel
beautiful. When you didn’t anymore it
was like a punch to the face. I never
want that again.”
He kissed her lips, sweet and full
of contrition and she took everything
he
gave.
Giving
back,
giving
everything.
There was a tug on one nipple and
the ring and then a weight. The
process repeated and then he did
something so that the cool metal of
what had to be a chain with weights,
pulled
her
nipples
until
they
throbbed.
“I’ve been looking for the perfect
chain and weights since the first time
I saw the piercings in your nipples.
How does it feel?”
It took a moment for her to find her
words. “G-good. Really, really
good.”
He rolled her to her side and then
onto her belly, pulling her panties off.
The rustle behind her told her he was
taking off the rest of his clothes so
she pulled her knee up, knowing how
much he loved to fuck her that way.
He kissed up from her ankle to
each cheek of her ass before slapping
it until she went a little numb. And
then he spread her open and teased
her clit with the head of his cock until
she squirmed and got close enough to
beg.
“Yes, that’s what I needed to
hear.”
And then he pushed in, his cock
filling her, his weight on her,
pressing her throbbing nipples into
the cool bedding, the heat of his skin
actually cool against her ass where
he’d spanked it.
He adjusted her hips, angling her
so her ass was tipped up, and he
rested her pubic bone on his knees as
he fucked her in quick, shallow digs.
He looked down at her ass. At the
pinked, high, tight cheeks. He
watched his cock disappear into her
cunt over and over again, only to pull
out, dark and wet with her honey.
Her wrists were bound with wide,
black leather cuffs, lined of course,
because he didn’t want her to be in
pain. Not unless he planned it.
Something about the way she
looked with her eyes covered in the
mask never ceased to move him.
When she slept and used a mask
because his place was so bright in
the mornings, he’d lay awake for an
hour or so, just planning on what he
was going to do to her when she
woke up.
The mere sight of her inflamed his
senses. He leaned down as he fucked
her to breathe in the scent of her skin.
The change in his balance took him
deeper, tilted her ass higher.
She stuttered a breath as he
reached around and found her clit,
sliding a fingertip back and forth
over it very, very slowly.
“Oh god.”
He smiled though she couldn’t see.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
“Good. I want you to come all
around my cock. Can you do that for
me?”
She nodded and he dug his
fingertips into her hip while he
increased
his
thrusts.
Harder.
Deeper. And kept his pace on her
clit. Slow and steady.
It went on between them for some
time, a slow, insanely good buildup
to climax. She squirmed and tried to
hurry him along but he kept his pace.
“When it happens, when I let it
happen, it’ll be good. Be patient,
beautiful.”
She gave a frustrated sort of sniff
of indignation and it made him laugh.
He kissed her shoulder. “I missed
that snotty little sniff you do. Saucy.
Makes me think later on tonight after
I’ve rested a bit that you might need
to be tossed over my knee so I can
use the paddle.”
“Oh!” She tightened around him
and began to come, turning her face
into the bedding to yell out.
Too late to hold himself back, he
let it go, pressing deep and hard and
coming with such intensity he tingled
from head to toe as he kept climaxing
as her cunt squeezed him to near
blindness.
He took off the cuffs before he left
to get rid of the condom. She still lay
there where he left her moments
before so he got back in bed and
turned her over, taking off the
blindfold and kissing her wrists
where he’d had her bound.
“Hello there.”
He kissed her hard. “Hello there
and welcome back.”
“Let’s do that again soon.” She
stretched and loved the way his gaze
followed the way her breasts moved.
“I like this, by the way.” She slid
her hands up her belly and cupped
her breasts, knowing he liked it,
liking it just as much. There was so
much energy between them she swam
through it and let it wash over her.
“You left one of your shirts at my
house. I slept in it every night for the
first week. Then I put it in the trash
and then I pulled it out of the trash.
But then I had to wash it because
hello, trash. And it didn’t smell like
you anymore.”
He kissed her softly. “I’d come
down and stand in front of the rose,
just watching the light, remembering
the day when I brought it home and
you were here. Christ, I missed you
like crazy.”
She hugged him, relieved. “Good.
I missed you too. I wish I could have
gone on dates and put it in the paper
for you to see. Hmpf. Yes, yes, I
believe that you didn’t touch any of
them. Which is good for you, because
if I had doubted that I would have
kicked you in the dick. A few dozen
times. You’re taking me to all those
things from now on. All these women
need to get the picture that you are off
the market.”
He hugged her again. “I love it
when you’re vicious.”
“No, you don’t. My vicious streak
is what made me want to punch you
in your pretty face. But you like it
when I’m jealous.”
“Distinction duly noted.”
“I love you, Levi.”
“Thank God for it because I love
you too.”
Her laugh was back in his house
again. Her scent on his sheets. Her
crap on his bathroom counter and her
stuff in the drawers in his armoire.
She lived in him and he had no
plans to ever let that change.
It didn’t matter that she was
younger than he was. All that
mattered was that she loved him and
he loved her. The rest they could
work out as time passed. She’d keep
him in line. Decorate their house and
fill it with music and love. And one
day with children.
They had time, he realized. Time
to be in love and be engaged. Time
for her art and his job, time for
weddings and honeymoons and
nesting. She was his, forever. As
deeply as he was hers.
Made the groveling worth it.