Keaton’s hands trembled as they went to the zipper on the side of her dress, but there was no fear in her eyes. She looked curious, though there was also a glimmer of anticipation. Though she wasn’t sure what was coming next, she trusted me enough to be open to it.
It made me feel like she’d placed the whole fucking world at my feet.
But then, that’s what she was to me.
Fuck, I was hard as steel, and I needed to talk myself down so that I wouldn’t skip over everything I had planned and just plant my dick inside her and fuck her until we both passed out.
With a soft swish, her red dress was in a puddle around her feet. “Fuck,” I whispered in awe. Underneath all that silk had been a sheer, cream bustier that cinched her waist and held her breasts up so they were practically spilling out of it. She was wearing tiny matching panties, and when I spun my finger, indicating for her to do a spin, I sucked in a breath at the sight of her gorgeous naked ass.
She started to bend over, going for her shoes.
“Stop,” I demanded, my voice hoarse from the strain of holding on to my control. “Leave them on. Turn around and bend over, elbows on the bed, feet wide apart.” I grunted my approval when she immediately obeyed.
My mouth was dry, and I licked my lips again as I closed the space between us. I took each round globe of her bottom in a hand and smoothed my fingers over the soft skin. Keeping a careful eye on her reaction, I swiftly slapped a palm down on one cheek and groaned at the sight of my red handprint on her quivering flesh.
Keaton’s head popped up and spun so she was looking at me over her shoulder.
“Okay?” I asked, needing to hear her reassurance out loud.
Her mouth was slightly open in surprise, but she quickly shut it and nodded.
“I need to hear you say it, beautiful. I promised I would never hurt you, so if you aren’t comfortable with this, tell me and we’ll stop right now.”
Her brown eyes filled with emotion, and her face softened. “I’m okay.” She flushed pink and cast her eyes down before looking up at me through her lashes. “Do it again, please.”
I almost laughed at her polite request, but I didn’t want to risk embarrassing her when she was being so open with me. Instead, I slid my hand up her back and pushed her down until her torso was resting on the mattress and her arms spread out beside her. “Stay there.”
I slapped her other ass cheek, and my hips involuntarily bucked at the sound of her low moan. Swallowing hard, I looked to the ceiling and thought about anything boring until my lust cooled enough to continue. I lightly ran my finger up the crack of her ass until I reached the top of the thong. Hooking the digit around the string, I drew it down until her underwear was at her ankles. The fabric was soaked through, and my knees buckled as a blaze of lust rushed through my veins. I landed heavily on the ground and groaned raggedly at the sight of her sweet, pink pussy. The lips swollen and glistening with arousal.
I took a deep inhale of her panties before tossing them away. With a hand on each inner thigh, I pushed her legs even wider. I smacked each cheek again, hard, before grasping them and pulling them apart so I could lean down and cover her pussy with my mouth. My tongue slicked through her wet folds. “Damn, baby. You taste so fucking sweet,” I murmured.
A fever came over me, and I couldn’t get enough of her as I licked and sucked, plunged my tongue into her hole and ate her like she was the first meal I’d had after years of starvation.
Keaton’s cries were muffled, most likely because her face was pressed into the covers. I pulled back and licked her juices from my lips. “Give me what I want, Keaton,” I demanded harshly. Her knees were shaking, and her hands were fisted in the coverlet over her head. I spanked her again and slipped a hand between her legs to circle one fingertip around her clit, never touching the little bundle of nerves.
“You know what I want when we fuck, beautiful.”
Her shoulders rose and fell as she took a deep breath, then she lifted her head and moaned.
“That’s it, baby,” I praised. “I want to hear every sound of your pleasure. Scream the fucking roof down.”
I pressed on her clit, and she threw her head back as she cried out. Rewarding her behavior, I returned to my feast and worked her body up until she was strung so tight, it didn’t take much else for it to snap. She screamed, and the sound went straight to my cock, dissolving the last of my control and ruining my five-thousand-dollar tux pants. I could have cared less. All I cared about was wringing every last ounce of Keaton’s orgasm from her sexy body.
She collapsed onto the bed, and I sat back on my heels. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand before placing a kiss on each globe of her ass. Then I stood, and when I saw the fucking mess I’d made of my pants, I divested myself of all of my clothes.
With Keaton still sprawled on the bed, I took advantage of her position and unhooked the back of her corset so it fell away. Covering her body with mine, I kissed the back of her neck as my hands slipped under her to palm her small but so-fucking-sexy tits. Exerting pressure, I plastered her back to my chest and brought us both upright.
My fingers began to fiddle with her taut nipples as I glided my tongue over her shoulder and up her neck. “That was hot as fuck, beautiful. But not enough. Not nearly enough.”
She whimpered, her body practically melting into mine. I plucked and twisted her stiff little buds and pressed my still-hard cock into her backside when she shivered.
“Get on the bed and lay on your back in the center, your hands above your head.”
Keaton’s head lolled to the side so she could look up at me. She seemed to contemplate for a minute as she stared into my eyes. She must have seen what she was looking for, because she wiggled her sweet little ass against my dick before climbing onto the bed and positioning herself as I’d specified.
I picked up the cuffs and pushed the corset to the floor before getting onto the bed and shuffling over to her on my knees. I placed a fur-covered ring around one wrist, then looped the chain around a wrought-iron bar in our headboard. Then I secured the other wrist before sitting back and sweeping my eyes from top to bottom, admiring the view. “You look so fucking sexy laid out for me like this.” Her expression was expectant and a little eager, and she eyed my naked body with the same hunger I was feeling.
Breaking our eye contact for a moment, I leaned over and opened the little box, pulling out a small vibrator. When I looked back at her, I gave her a wolfish smile as I shifted until I was kneeling between her legs.
“In case you haven’t figured it out, I decided to go with the second punishment,” I told her with a wicked smirk. “You won’t know your own fucking name when I’m done with you, baby.”
Chapter Eleven
KEATON
I’d never been cuffed to a bed before. Or to anything else, either, since I couldn’t recall even seeing handcuffs before; not in real life, anyway. I probably should’ve been nervous about it, especially since we were having makeup sex after our first really big fight. One where I probably should’ve made Garret work harder for my forgiveness. But I couldn’t—not after his admission about how I’d fixed what he hadn’t even realized had been broken in him. It resonated with something deep inside me, because that’s what he’d done for me, too. He hadn’t just freed me from the cage my father had kept me in for so long. He’d made me happy for the first time in my life since I’d lost my mom.
I’d done what was expected of me for so many years. I refused to worry about should-haves anymore. They weren’t important. What Garret and I had together was… Which was how I found myself completely naked, sated from the powerful orgasm he’d given me with his mouth, cuffed to our bed, and beyond ready for whatever else he had in store for me. Even if it included torturing me with a vibrator.
A strange mixture of vulnerability and power rushed through me as I stared up at him. I was completely under his control, unable to free my hands from the cuffs. His hazel eyes gleamed with need as t
hey swept down my body, but they were also filled with a love so fierce it made my heart stutter in my chest. Garret was in charge of my body at the moment, but everything he did was for me. The control was really mine, something he proved as he slid his fingers between the fur lining of the cuffs and my wrists.
“They aren’t too tight, are they?”
I shook my head. “If it weren’t for the whole not-being-able-to-move-my-arms thing, I’d hardly even know they were there.”
“I’m fucking thrilled to hear that, beautiful.” He shifted on the mattress, moving between my legs after spreading them wider. “Because the last thing I’d ever want to do is hurt you.”
I smiled up at him. “I know.”
He leaned over my body, bracing his arms on either side of me by pressing his hands into the mattress. His eyes burned into mine. “You really do, don’t you?”
“Of course, I do.”
He trailed his lips along my jaw before claiming my mouth in a deep, wet, hot kiss that reeked of possession. When he lifted his head again, I was panting for breath and writhing beneath his body, desperate to get closer to him.
“I know you trust me with the physical stuff, but it’s more than that. You trust me with your heart, too. With everything that makes you so fucking special.” He pressed his lips against mine again, almost like he couldn’t help himself. “You were hurt tonight, but you still listened to my explanation.” Another hard press of his lips. “Believed me when you didn’t have to.” A nip at my bottom lip. “I can’t tell you how much that means to me.”
“We love each other.” And for me, it was just that simple.
Lifting up, his hands slid down my body, softly caressing my skin everywhere he touched. “And tonight, I’m going to show you just how much I love you by worshipping this gorgeous-as-fuck body of yours.” His lips trailed down my neck and pressed against the spot where my pulse fluttered wildly. “Because it’s mine to do with as I please.” He bit down where my shoulder met my neck, hard enough to leave a mark. “All fucking mine.”
“Yours,” I repeated softly.
“And I’m going to drive you wild tonight.” His tongue swirled around the stiffened peak of one of my nipples. “As crazy as you always make me.”
He sucked my nipple into his mouth as his fingers drifted lower, coming to rest between my legs, and he proceeded to do just that. His light touches drove me higher and higher, but he avoided my clit and didn’t sink into my wet heat. He played with me instead, and it wasn’t long before his mouth got into the action, too. He kissed along my lower belly. Nibbled at my inner thighs. Licked the outside of my pussy lips and sucked them into his mouth. Used his thumbs to hold them apart while he breathed against my core. Then he lifted up a little and the cool air of the room drifted across my damp flesh, sending goosebumps along my skin.
I whimpered in need, trapped in place by the cuffs at my wrists and his heavy weight on my legs. He chuckled against my skin before circling my clit with his tongue. “What’s wrong, beautiful? Do you need something from me?”
“Less teasing and more of that worshipping you talked about would be good right about now.”
“Oh, I’m worshipping you, all right.” His tongue snaked out and flicked across my clit, making my hips jerk off the mattress. “You want to come?”
“Yes, please,” I groaned.
“Whatever you want,” he breathed before licking me from hole to clit in a maddeningly slow stroke. I widened my legs and twisted up, pushing my pussy closer to his face. “Whatever you need,” he promised, sucking my clit into his mouth just long enough to bring me closer to the edge before releasing it with a pop. “I’ll be the one to give it to you.” He reached over to grab the vibrator and flicked it on to the low setting, letting it buzz over my clit before moving it lower. “With my mouth. My fingers. My cock. Or the toys I want to use on you.” Then he inched it into my pussy. “Because you’re mine.”
His lips wrapped around my clit again, and he twisted the vibrator in a slow turn until it hit me right where I needed it. The combination was so intense, I thought I was going to explode. “Garret!” I screamed as I flew apart, riding the vibrator and his mouth through one of the most intense orgasms he’d ever given me.
I felt like I was going to melt into the mattress when it was done, and I was barely able to keep my eyes open. When Garret slowly pulled the vibrator from me and rose up on his knees, I blinked them open, meaning to ask him to free me from my cuffs. But that was before my gaze landed on his cock. It was as hard and long as I’d ever seen it, and he was palming himself. Pumping himself with slow strokes while he looked down at me. He was so darn sexy, it turned me on all over again.
“You ready for more?”
I nodded and slid one foot along his thigh. “If that more includes you inside me, I’m beyond ready.”
“Thank fuck, because I’m not sure I can wait another second.”
If my wrists weren’t fastened to the headboard, I would’ve pulled him toward me. Since I couldn’t do it physically, I voiced the offer instead. “Don’t wait, Garret. I need you in me just as much. As amazing as it was, coming with a vibrator inside me isn’t the same as having your hard cock—”
That was as far as I got before he levered himself over me, leaning forward so the head of his engorged cock was at my entrance. I bucked my hips up right as he plunged into me, and he felt so good that I almost came again right there and then.
“Fuck, I swear it always feels like your pussy was made for me. So tight.” He inched out slowly. “Wet.” Then he drove back in. “Hot.” My pussy started to flutter around his hard length, and it only made him move faster. “Perfect.”
I gasped.
“That’s right, beautiful. Come for me again,” he rasped, burying himself in me hard and planting himself there as I fell apart around him. My orgasm triggered his, and Garret came with a shout before rolling off me and collapsing onto the mattress.
“Holy fuck,” he panted.
“You can say that again,” I wheezed, completely out of breath and wrung out.
“Shit.” He jerked up quickly, his concerned gaze sweeping me from head to toe. “Are you okay?” He got the first cuff open before I could answer. “I shouldn’t have been so rough with you.”
“Garret.” I placed my free hand on his chest, right over where his heart was pounding wildly. “I’m fine. More than fine, really. I’m amazing.”
He got the other cuff off and lifted my hand up to place a gentle kiss on the inside of my wrist. “But the baby?”
I moved our hands low and pressed them against my stomach. “Our little sweet pea is fine, too. You didn’t do anything to hurt either of us.”
“Are you sure? I got so damn carried away after thinking you might try to leave me because you heard about me working for your father.”
“You’re not going to lose me,” I reassured him.
“I didn’t say I got carried away because I was worried I was going to lose you.” He flashed me a cocky grin. “I said I thought you’d try to leave. But before that happened, I’d do whatever it took for you to listen to my apology first, and we both know you love me enough to forgive me for just about anything. Just like I would with you.”
I settled against the pillows and rolled my eyes at him. “What? Were you going to use those fur-lined cuffs to keep me tied to our bed until I forgave you?”
“Fuck no.” He yanked the cuffs out of the headboard and tossed them over his shoulder onto the floor. “Those flimsy things aren’t strong enough for something like that. I’d take you to my office and lock us in together. The passcode that’s complicated as fuck and the biometric pad that’ll only respond to my fingerprints should give me enough time for you to let me apologize for whatever it was that I’d done to piss you off in the first place.”
I tilted my head to the side as I stared up at him. “It sounds like you’ve put a lot of thought into this. If I didn’t love you so much and enjoy your domineer
ing ways, I would probably be worried.”
“Are you ever going to try to leave me?”
“Nope.”
He slid his arm under me and pulled me close. “Then you’ve got nothing to worry about.”
“I don’t know,” I teased. “You keeping me prisoner in your office sounds kind of hot. But I don’t think you’d get a lot of work done.”
“Hmm.” He brushed his nose against mine. “Maybe we should give it a try some weekend.”
“I could get behind that plan, especially on a weekend when the building is empty so nobody could hear us.”
He brushed a kiss against my forehead. “No need to worry about that. My office is sound-proofed. Nobody would hear your screams but me.”
“Passcodes, biometric scans, sound-proofed walls.” I peered up at him. “Admit it. You might be a custom-tuxedo-wearing billionaire, but you can be a scary dude when you need to be.”
He shrugged his wide shoulders. “It’s part of why I’m a billionaire and not just a millionaire. I’m damn good at what I do.”
“But no matter how good you are at that”—I cuddled into his chest—“you’re the best at loving me.”
“Because it’s what I’m meant to do. The business. The money. The power. None of it means anything without you by my side.” His hand drifted over my stomach to rest there protectively. “Building a family with me.”
“You mean everything to me, too.” The edges of my lips tilted up in a sleepy smile as my eyelids drifted shut. The day had taken its toll on me, since it’d been a rollercoaster of emotions. But it’d been worth it because we’d overcome everything and were closer for it. And that was all that mattered.
Epilogue
GARRET
“You’re sure the building is empty?” Keaton stage-whispered, her hand tightening in mine as I led her down a deserted hallway.
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