that I should’ve left that behind when I was a kid. But the reward I could get, the fulfillment I’d receive from pleasing my partner, who’s told me his desires and I’ve carried them out… I want to feel that.”
An ache filled her chest, followed by a yearning so strong it took her breath away. She prayed Brice understood, that he got her. Rather than ask if he comprehended what she was saying, she looked toward the TV screen. The hockey game blurred, and her tears slipped over her cheeks until they dried up. She didn’t bother to hide them. He’d already seen them. Brice’s hand hadn’t moved from her cheek. His thumb stroked the last tracks of wetness before he turned her head toward him.
“Honey, I understand. I get a rush out of giving my lover pleasure, knowing only I can give it to her, that she trusts me when I tie her down and cover her eyes. It makes me hard just thinking of you bound to my bed, legs wet, pussy slick, and your body primed for what I have to offer you. That I’ve found someone who shares my desires in the bedroom, it’s just… I’m in awe. It’s not just the power of being in control that I get off on. It’s the intimacy, the sharing, the ability to give my lover what she needs and for her to trust me with not only her body but her safety. I haven’t had that in a long time. You honor me, honey.” He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “I promise I won’t betray that trust.”
She snuggled in next to him and allowed him to hold her. He wrapped both arms around her and hugged her to him. Exhaustion tugged at her eyes. She wasn’t completely open to a sexual relationship with Brice just yet. They had to work on more communication and establishing a nonsexual aspect to their interactions. For now she would accept comfort from him and think on how to proceed. She wasn’t averse to falling into bed with him, just being cautious and aware of their situation.
“You rest. I’ll finish watching this, and then you and I will go to bed.” He kissed her temple and settled down to watch more hockey games, taking notes as he went.
She didn’t protest when he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to his bed. “Have to shower and change into nightclothes,” she grumbled but was too tired to go upstairs after all the walking she’d done. Her jeans felt tight and molded to her legs, her feet pulsed with pain from all the walking, and she was emotionally empty. She’d never told Perry why she’d needed to be bound or any of the other things in the bedroom. He wouldn’t have understood, but Brice did. A weight had been lifted off her shoulders, and her body could relax and unwind fully.
A gentle worry blipped in the back of her head. What will happen when this was over? Can I truly trust him with my heart? She tried to push that last thought away. For once the sex-starved nymph remained silent.
He pressed a kiss on her forehead and laid her down. “There’s always morning, honey. We’ll talk more.”
As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out like a light, not even protesting when he pulled off her shoes, socks, and jeans and tucked her in.
Chapter Seven
Brice gathered the comic books, cleaned the couch, and turned off the TV before he crawled into bed. He wrapped his arms tightly around her as he molded his body to hers. This was heaven, complete and total peace. He could picture spending nights just like this after games. They could go out to dinner, catch a movie, or just cuddle up in the hotel room before curfew and order pay-per-view and room service. He doubted Coach would go for it, but it was nice to think about. She would be a welcome sight after a long time away from home.
He pressed a kiss to the back of her head and inhaled that sweet, soothing vanilla scent. He wondered what she’d spoken to her father about. Him maybe? If they had, it might account for her desire to be open and honest with him. He hoped her father hadn’t
An ache filled her chest, followed by a yearning so strong it took her breath away. She prayed Brice understood, that he got her. Rather than ask if he comprehended what she was saying, she looked toward the TV screen. The hockey game blurred, and her tears slipped over her cheeks until they dried up. She didn’t bother to hide them. He’d already seen them. Brice’s hand hadn’t moved from her cheek. His thumb stroked the last tracks of wetness before he turned her head toward him.
“Honey, I understand. I get a rush out of giving my lover pleasure, knowing only I can give it to her, that she trusts me when I tie her down and cover her eyes. It makes me hard just thinking of you bound to my bed, legs wet, pussy slick, and your body primed for what I have to offer you. That I’ve found someone who shares my desires in the bedroom, it’s just… I’m in awe. It’s not just the power of being in control that I get off on. It’s the intimacy, the sharing, the ability to give my lover what she needs and for her to trust me with not only her body but her safety. I haven’t had that in a long time. You honor me, honey.” He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “I promise I won’t betray that trust.”
She snuggled in next to him and allowed him to hold her. He wrapped both arms around her and hugged her to him. Exhaustion tugged at her eyes. She wasn’t completely open to a sexual relationship with Brice just yet. They had to work on more communication and establishing a nonsexual aspect to their interactions. For now she would accept comfort from him and think on how to proceed. She wasn’t averse to falling into bed with him, just being cautious and aware of their situation.
“You rest. I’ll finish watching this, and then you and I will go to bed.” He kissed her temple and settled down to watch more hockey games, taking notes as he went.
She didn’t protest when he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to his bed. “Have to shower and change into nightclothes,” she grumbled but was too tired to go upstairs after all the walking she’d done. Her jeans felt tight and molded to her legs, her feet pulsed with pain from all the walking, and she was emotionally empty. She’d never told Perry why she’d needed to be bound or any of the other things in the bedroom. He wouldn’t have understood, but Brice did. A weight had been lifted off her shoulders, and her body could relax and unwind fully.
A gentle worry blipped in the back of her head. What will happen when this was over? Can I truly trust him with my heart? She tried to push that last thought away. For once the sex-starved nymph remained silent.
He pressed a kiss on her forehead and laid her down. “There’s always morning, honey. We’ll talk more.”
As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out like a light, not even protesting when he pulled off her shoes, socks, and jeans and tucked her in.
Chapter Seven
Brice gathered the comic books, cleaned the couch, and turned off the TV before he crawled into bed. He wrapped his arms tightly around her as he molded his body to hers. This was heaven, complete and total peace. He could picture spending nights just like this after games. They could go out to dinner, catch a movie, or just cuddle up in the hotel room before curfew and order pay-per-view and room service. He doubted Coach would go for it, but it was nice to think about. She would be a welcome sight after a long time away from home.
He pressed a kiss to the back of her head and inhaled that sweet, soothing vanilla scent. He wondered what she’d spoken to her father about. Him maybe? If they had, it might account for her desire to be open and honest with him. He hoped her father hadn’t
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