Bound Hearts by C.C. Galloway

sheets, even though doing so was not in his game plan. At least, not yet. Maybe she could suggest it to him in the future.
    She laid down in the middle of the bed, a thick pillow behind her head and waited.
    “Is this it?” he asked.
    She nodded.
    Turning, he prowled to the right side of the bed. She couldn’t help herself and traced his every movement with her eyes. Would he blindfold her again as he had last night?
    He withdrew long pieces of black material and stalked back to the end of the bed.
    “Open your legs and bend your knees as wide as you can.”
    As soon as she accommodated him, he placed the black silk around one of her ankles and bound it to the bottom post at the bed’s footboard and then repeated the action with her other leg.
    He positioned his knee next to her stomach as he edged beside her on the bed. He caressed her legs, her calves, her knees, exposing her to erogenous zones she never knew she possessed. With his other hand, he took hers and placed it on his erection.
    “You’re so beautiful, Calleigh.”
    She swallowed, but didn’t say anything. Was she really beautiful to him like this? Completely exposed?
    Then he began kissing her thighs, the backs of her knees and her ankles.
    Finally, he moved between her open thighs as he slipped on a condom.
    Without any more of the words he was so fond of, he entered her in one full thrust, filling her to her throat. She couldn’t contain her moan.
    That was before he began moving. He started off slow, in and out, with some fancy circling action while inside, before pulling out again, only to start all over.
    “Grab the headboard. You’re going to need to hold on.”
    With that prophetic command, he slid back inside, pumping away, and rode her hard for so long, she lost all concept of time. Every thrust, faster and deeper than the one before, never letting up. Unbelievably disciplined in each movement. The fact that her thighs were spread so far apart only intensified his thrusts, allowing him access no man had ever enjoyed. She felt his cock up to her chest, he was so thick and good.
    “You can come whenever you want, Calleigh. Tonight, I’m telling you that you don’t have to wait for my permission. Not right now,” he assured her, his hips working like a piston in and out of her own, his body entirely cradled on his hands, never once leaving her to feel the full pressure of his weight.
    She lost count of the number of orgasms he gave her. He never slowed down and he never came until the very end with a hoarse cry.
    Drawing back, he looked into her eyes. “You can release your arms now,” he said.
    As she complied, he leaned down and nuzzled her neck with his mouth, his gentleness in sharp contrast to the ride he’d just given her.
    “You ok?” he asked, laying his head directly across from hers on the pillow.
    “I think so,” she said.
    “How do these feel?” he asked, caressing the metal chain linking the two clamps on her nipples.
    “They’re…alright.”
    “Alright sore? Alright tight? Alright hot? Please describe your ‘alright,’ Ms. Stuart,” he directed.
    When she remained quiet, he cradled her jaw in his hands. “If you don’t like them, I’ll remove them.”
    She’d been dying to touch him all night, but without him giving her the go-ahead, she’d held back, fearful she’d somehow do something amateurish since every experience with David was new. She jumped on this opportunity to touch him and laid her hand atop his.
    “No, I like them. They’re different. It’s as though my nipples are continually electrified. In a constant state of arousal. I don’t think my breasts have ever been such a focal point of….”
    “Of your sex life?” he finished for her.
    “Yes,” she said, sheepishly. “I guess…”
    “Yes?”
    “I guess I don’t want to like them. Does that make sense?”
    “Why not?” he challenged.
    She looked down as she continued stroking his warm hand.
    “I don’t know. This whole deal with