Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 103102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
I shift her forward. “Hands on the bed.”
She does as she’s told, leaning forward, presenting her ass for me.
I push her onto the bed, firmly enough that she feels it, but not so hard she hurts.
She looks good there, too, gorgeous and ready and pliable.
She gasps as I pull her arms behind her back.
“Keep them there.” I hold her wrists with one arm. Reach for the cuffs in the bedside drawer with the other. The position is awkward, too much stretch, but it’s better for it.
Because this isn’t a vision.
This isn’t champagne and rose petals. Or leather and chains.
It’s the two of us, melting together.
I slip the cuffs over her wrists. Tighten the right. Then the left.
She groans as she tests them, trying and failing to pull her arms apart.
I test her with more hardness. I grab her thighs.
She melts into that, too, so I pull her back, to the edge of the bed, and nudge her legs apart.
“Stay there.” My voice drops to something I barely recognize. A deeper, firmer tone. One that exists solely for her.
She notices it, too. She doesn’t say anything or move, even, but I feel it in the air. The energy changes.
We’re both slipping into our roles.
We’re both entranced.
I grab the lube and the condom and place both beside her. Then I spread the slick gel over my fingers and bring them to her sex.
She groans as I test her entrance, pushing her apart as gently as possible. Then, in one swift motion, I slip two fingers inside her.
This time her groan fills the entire room. The entire state, maybe. I feel it that deeply. I feel it everywhere.
I stretch her again. Then once more for good measure. Then I pull back, undo the button of my jeans, let the denim fall off my hips.
Then the boxers.
She turns her head to try to get a glance. Finds the mirror to our right.
It’s not in the best spot, but it’s enough for her eyes to go hazy. She watches as I roll the condom over my cock and align our bodies.
I push inside her, one sweet inch at a time.
The sight of our bodies joining nearly takes me over the edge. This is too good. Too much.
But that’s why there’s a round two. For more. For better. For practice.
I bring my hands to her hips, then I pull back, and drive into her again.
“River.” She tries to reach for the sheets, groans as her arms hit the restraints.
“Say that again.”
This time, my name rolls off her tongue like it’s her favorite word, like I’m the only thing she’s ever needed.
I drive into her again.
She watches as my cock disappears inside her.
As I dig my fingers into her skin.
As I pull her body into mine.
Again and again.
The rest of the world fades away. It’s the two of us, this moment, the utter perfection of it.
She feels good. Too good. And the way she groans as she watches the action—
It’s too much.
I have to pull back to catch my breath.
She sighs with need, like she can’t bear another moment without our bodies joined.
It’s the same for me. I need her here. I need this.
Deanna arches her back. “Please.” The word hovers in the air, uncertainly, unsure if she wants to stay there forever or flee right away.
It’s so rare on her lips and so right at the same time.
She doesn’t offer it to anyone else. Only me.
I bring my hands to her hips, position our bodies, slide into her with one swift motion.
This time, I slip my hand under her pelvis. I bring my thumb to her clit and rub her with slow circles as I drive into her.
My eyes flutter closed.
My body takes over.
I move in time with her, guiding her, feeling her, embracing every inch of her softness.
She comes first, groaning my name, pulsing around me, pulling me closer and deeper.
Her body trying to take mine.
All of her grasping for all of me.
The intensity of it undoes me. Pleasure spreads through my body as I spill inside her. All that soft sweetness. All the sweat and groans and need.
After I spill every drop, I pull back, take care of the condom, undo the chain holding the sides of the cuffs together.
Deanna rolls onto her back and looks up at me with hazy eyes. “Fuck.”
“Did I leave you speechless?”
“Fuck is speech.”
My lips curl into a smile. “Deanna Huntington, the most capable woman in the world, is totally at my mercy.”
“Was totally at your mercy.” She smiles back, all defiance and challenge, the Deanna I know everywhere else. “Maybe she will be if you do it again. But right now?” She positions her arms in a shrug. Who knows?
“Is that a dare, Dee?”
“I remember this guy telling me I don’t need to make everything a dare or a challenge or a bet. I can just ask for something. Get it.”