doing?”
“Happy hour,” he told her.
“Two-fers, Sir?”
In response, he toyed with her, fucking her cunt, tweaking her clitoris, moving his finger in and out of her tightest hole. “Nice,” he told her when she began to move.
“I haven’t recovered from the first.”
“I’ve found you’re not the only one who’s greedy,” he said. “I want you to come when I do.”
His cock became turgid.
“Want,” she managed.
He sank his finger in to the hilt. He shortened his strokes inside her, increasing the friction.
Despite his intention to only think about her, the strength of his orgasm plowed into him. “Come,” he said.
She nodded.
He buried his dick inside her.
With her pussy, she squeezed him, groaning and pushing back against his thrusts until he came, hard. “Damn,” he managed, the word more a grunt than intelligible language.
The urgency of his orgasm pushed her over the edge again, and she came right after he did. Under the force, she pushed him out.
“You have learnt a few things.”
She shook her head. “That’s all you, Sir. I haven’t ever come that hard before.”
He eased his finger from her, then bent forward to kiss her. “Be right back.” He moved away from her only long enough to discard the condom, wash his hands and dampen a washcloth for her. “It’s cool,” he said by way of warning before pressing the small towel against her.
“Feels good,” she said.
He untied the nylon rope but left the cuffs around her wrists. “Let’s get you up.” He rolled her onto her back. “On second thought…”
“Sir?”
“I’m tempted to get the flogger and work over your front side.”
She tensed, then drew in a breath. “If you say so.”
“Perfect response.” Perfect sub . “I think you’ve had enough.” He helped her up. “I like you being a bit helpless,” he admitted.
“And I like the way you take care of me when I am.”
“Now the rest of it. Close your eyes.” He removed the hood and tossed it toward the bag. Her hair was matted down, and the back of her neck was drenched with sweat.
Reece turned on a nightstand lamp and flipped the switch to turn off the overhead light. “Now you can open your eyes.”
He wiped a thumb across one of her eyebrows. “You did well.”
“It was delicious. I think I’ll feel some of those for a week.”
“Good. How was the hood?”
“Not as horrible as I thought it might be. I think I let it be bigger in my mind than it turned out to be. And…”
“I’m waiting.”
“Kind of like being tied up, it allows me the freedom to let go a little more. I wasn’t worried about my expression or hiding tears.”
“Tears?” He touched her eyelashes.
“Not from pain.”
He froze. “Were you scared?”
“No. Stop. I would have told you. It was just a little overwhelming. But in a good way.”
“We won’t play with it again. I want to see your expressions, your tears.”
“And I’d like you to occasionally allow me to want the freedom it provides.”
“Stalemate.”
“Not really. It’s ultimately your decision.”
She was learning. And so was he.
“Are you pleased with me?”
“Always.”
The fact that she seemed to ache to make him happy made his gut tighten. Made him wish— Reece shoved away the thought. He’d told her that they wouldn’t talk about the past, but it was always there, waiting, a trap threatening to steal pleasure from the present. “Let’s get the handcuffs off.”
After he’d unfastened them, she rubbed circulation back into her wrists. Then she looked up at him, as if wondering what was next.
“Come here,” he said. He plumped some pillows and pulled back the covers.
She crawled across the bed.
As easily as if the separation had never existed, she snuggled into his arms. He held her tight. She didn’t need to know she was the only woman he’d ever spent the whole night with.
“I don’t think I remembered to say thank you.”
“You didn’t.” Nor did she
“Happy hour,” he told her.
“Two-fers, Sir?”
In response, he toyed with her, fucking her cunt, tweaking her clitoris, moving his finger in and out of her tightest hole. “Nice,” he told her when she began to move.
“I haven’t recovered from the first.”
“I’ve found you’re not the only one who’s greedy,” he said. “I want you to come when I do.”
His cock became turgid.
“Want,” she managed.
He sank his finger in to the hilt. He shortened his strokes inside her, increasing the friction.
Despite his intention to only think about her, the strength of his orgasm plowed into him. “Come,” he said.
She nodded.
He buried his dick inside her.
With her pussy, she squeezed him, groaning and pushing back against his thrusts until he came, hard. “Damn,” he managed, the word more a grunt than intelligible language.
The urgency of his orgasm pushed her over the edge again, and she came right after he did. Under the force, she pushed him out.
“You have learnt a few things.”
She shook her head. “That’s all you, Sir. I haven’t ever come that hard before.”
He eased his finger from her, then bent forward to kiss her. “Be right back.” He moved away from her only long enough to discard the condom, wash his hands and dampen a washcloth for her. “It’s cool,” he said by way of warning before pressing the small towel against her.
“Feels good,” she said.
He untied the nylon rope but left the cuffs around her wrists. “Let’s get you up.” He rolled her onto her back. “On second thought…”
“Sir?”
“I’m tempted to get the flogger and work over your front side.”
She tensed, then drew in a breath. “If you say so.”
“Perfect response.” Perfect sub . “I think you’ve had enough.” He helped her up. “I like you being a bit helpless,” he admitted.
“And I like the way you take care of me when I am.”
“Now the rest of it. Close your eyes.” He removed the hood and tossed it toward the bag. Her hair was matted down, and the back of her neck was drenched with sweat.
Reece turned on a nightstand lamp and flipped the switch to turn off the overhead light. “Now you can open your eyes.”
He wiped a thumb across one of her eyebrows. “You did well.”
“It was delicious. I think I’ll feel some of those for a week.”
“Good. How was the hood?”
“Not as horrible as I thought it might be. I think I let it be bigger in my mind than it turned out to be. And…”
“I’m waiting.”
“Kind of like being tied up, it allows me the freedom to let go a little more. I wasn’t worried about my expression or hiding tears.”
“Tears?” He touched her eyelashes.
“Not from pain.”
He froze. “Were you scared?”
“No. Stop. I would have told you. It was just a little overwhelming. But in a good way.”
“We won’t play with it again. I want to see your expressions, your tears.”
“And I’d like you to occasionally allow me to want the freedom it provides.”
“Stalemate.”
“Not really. It’s ultimately your decision.”
She was learning. And so was he.
“Are you pleased with me?”
“Always.”
The fact that she seemed to ache to make him happy made his gut tighten. Made him wish— Reece shoved away the thought. He’d told her that they wouldn’t talk about the past, but it was always there, waiting, a trap threatening to steal pleasure from the present. “Let’s get the handcuffs off.”
After he’d unfastened them, she rubbed circulation back into her wrists. Then she looked up at him, as if wondering what was next.
“Come here,” he said. He plumped some pillows and pulled back the covers.
She crawled across the bed.
As easily as if the separation had never existed, she snuggled into his arms. He held her tight. She didn’t need to know she was the only woman he’d ever spent the whole night with.
“I don’t think I remembered to say thank you.”
“You didn’t.” Nor did she
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