“Again.” He pulls one last time just as his finger enters me. I’m sure I come out of my skin as his finger hooks and finds my favorite spot.

“Yes!” My breath catches as his mouth lowers over my needy clit. Stars burst in front of my eyes. Every nerve ending comes to life in a dance of seduction, passion and need before I’m pushed over the edge of reason.

Wave after wave of ecstasy cascades over me.

“Eyes.” Beau’s demand pulling me out of my trance. Before I can look down my body, the swell hits and my orgasm surges through me.

His tongue laps it up, every drip that spills from me. His eyes find mine as his fingers tug on the chain for a fourth time and before I know what’s happening, I’m coming again.

“Oh, my god, Beau.” My head falls back, the pleasure too intense to hold my head up and watch. Beau’s moans of approval are enough to tell me I gave him what he wanted. What he’d been searching for.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of seeing it.” Beau’s voice has me lifting my neck back up to watch him climb up over my body.

I don’t have anything left in me to reply so I just watch as he slaps his cock on my clit a couple of times. The cool metal of his cock rings, reminding me just how much I’ve missed them. How much I’ve missed him.

“You doing okay, darlin’?” My eyes flick up to his just as he lines himself at my entrance. I’m doing more than okay. I’m floating, dancing on air.

“Yeah.” I spread myself wider to let him in.

At my answer, he pushes himself all the way in, burying himself balls deep, before sliding out and repeating his actions.

His piercing, his balls, his body, skin to skin, all connects me to him as he strokes himself into me.

It’s too much.

It’s perfect.

I’m unraveling.

“Kenz.” His breath quickens as he rocks inside of me. My wrists start to burn with the friction of the tight rope rubbing against me. “Tell me you love me.” He thrusts deeper.

“I love you,” I answer, thrusting my own hips up to meet him.

“Again.” He reaches down and pulls at the chain. Fire spreads through me.

“Oh, God, it’s too much.”

“No it’s not,” is all he says, before pulling out again. It’s all it takes before I’m seized by a rush of sensations so intense, I scream out.

“Beau!” My body tenses for a brief second before I’m coming apart in a convulsive release. Wave after wave of pain mixed with pleasure rips through me.

“Look at me.” I hear Beau’s voice over the roar of my orgasm and my eyes fly open.

He drives in harder, faster, matching the range of emotions tearing through me.

“Fuck, I missed this.” He pumps once, twice, then a third time before an uninhibited cry of satisfaction rips from his throat and he releases. Our eyes stay locked as we both ride out our pleasure, neither one of us lost to ourselves. Our ragged gasps become out of sync when Beau’s strokes slow and come to a stop.

“Jesus Christ.” He pants, dropping his body to mine.

“Ahh!” I suck in a startled breath when he lands on the nipple clamps. “Clamps,” is all I say before his fingers are pressing down and slowly releasing my nipples from their pleasurable torture.

“How do you feel?” He presses a gentle kiss over the red swollen flesh.

“I don’t know.” My words become caught in my throat as he moves on to the other nipple, showing it the same attention and ending with a soft kiss.

“You are amazing.” He pulls back slightly, letting his still hard cock fall from me. I can barely talk. My body is spent, my mind lost to itself.

I force my eyes to stay open as he reaches over me and releases my right hand from its restraints.

“Next time, I might just let you sleep in these.” He takes my wrist and soothes the burn with soft kisses.

“Oh, God, no.” I shake my head.

“Yes, darlin’.” He moves on to my other wrists, releasing it from the rope then bringing it up to his mouth and soothing the burn.

“I wouldn’t be able to touch you,” I mumble, my eyes becoming too heavy to fight the pull.

“But I’ll be able to touch you,” he whispers, rolling me to my side and coming in behind me. “Whenever I want.” He wraps his arms around me and mumbles more positives of having me tied to his bed, but I stop hearing them. I’ve given up the fight against sleep. Before I know it, I’ve succumbed to my first ever peaceful after-sex slumber.

Limbs heavy, mind relaxed, I fall deeper into blissful darkness knowing we will never come back from what just happened.

I don’t want to.

It is etched into my mind and will be the moment we draw all comparisons from. We will revisit it, try to replicate it, but nothing will ever compare.

Because it is the first time I gave myself entirely to Beau.

He owns me, and for the first time in my life, I realize I don’t want to be owned by anyone other than him ever again.

Thirty-Two

Beau

I wake the following morning to an empty bed, the lingering smell of coffee, and visions of having my woman tied naked to my bed.

“Fuck me.” I sigh into my pillow, not ready to let the image go. I didn’t think Mackenzie and I would ever get to that point, but now I know what she’s capable of, I can’t wait to play some more.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Mackenzie’s cursing floats down the hall, bringing me out of my daydream and back to the moment.