My head jerked back, and I let it go.

I was gasping, mewing, still getting fucked, still coming, when he pulled out again, shoved my legs open, went back in, but did it covering me, his face in my neck, a forearm in the couch, the other hand he shoved under me.

He went after my clit.

Too much.

“Boone.”

“Again,” he growled, rolling my clit and fucking my pussy.

Try as I might, I was not a multiple-orgasm or a quick-recovery-then-another-orgasm person.

Until then.

His grunts in my ear, his cock, his finger, my hands bound.

My head went back and hit his shoulder as my next orgasm rolled through me.

“Yeah, Kathryn,” he rumbled. “Keep coming.”

I did, trembling beneath him, my eyes closed, my lips parted in a silent cry, my body racked with pleasure.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Yeah,” he grunted.

Then he shoved his hand between us, feeling him fucking me in another way, and he groaned into my neck as he came inside me, still pounding, I was still coming, doing it knowing with no doubt this man was my goddamned fucking everything.

I knew how big it was for him (and I was really freaking pleased about giving him that) when his hips jerked uncontrollably against mine when his orgasm started waning.

He did not glide this time when it was over.

He seated himself deep and sank his teeth into my skin where my neck met my shoulder.

Marked.

Nice.

Then he took his forearm out of the couch and he gave me his weight.

And he meant to give me his weight.

He used that hand to pull my hair to one side where he growled in my ear, “Yeah. She can take a good,” he tensed between my legs and I gasped a small, happy gasp, “solid,” he did it again, so did I, “fucking.”

He pulled out suddenly, and I mewed in disappointment when he did.

But then he untied my wrists.

I’d learn immediately that didn’t mean we were done.

He leaned over me, slid the scarf under my cheek on the couch, and tied it around my neck.

Oh man.

I shivered.

He tied it in such a way, one end was long, I felt it as he ran it in an unbearably tender way down my back.

This meant Boone had just collared me in a damned sexy way.

And leashed me.

Dear God, he was good.

Boone then rolled me to my back, settled his weight on me, and looked in my eyes.

“We’re not done, Kathryn.”

“Goodie,” I forced out, still not quite recovered.

His eyes charged. “My sweet little fuck likes to fuck.”

“Uh, yeah,” I replied.

“Get your ass to my bed, baby, and it’s good you don’t gotta work tomorrow, because I’m gonna fuck you ’til you can’t move.”

“I think you already accomplished that. I’m not sure I can make it to your bed.”

“Suggestion?” he asked.

I nodded.

He dipped his face closer and I saw his eyes flash.

Okay.

My Dom was in the mood to dom.

Oh yeah.

“Try.”

After delivering that order, he rolled to my side, his back against the back of his couch.

And I got my ass to his bed.

* * *

Boone pulled my prone body on top of his.

Well, my chest to his chest, my legs were off to his side.

And in that position, my head fell to his shoulder, my lips close to his throat.

“You all fucked out, Rynnie?” he asked, sounding amused, sounding replete, sounding cocky as fuck, which was hot as all hell.

One could say I was all fucked out because honest to God, I could not move.

And that was all good.

“Yep,” I mumbled.

He cupped one cheek of my ass in one hand, the other, he started to draw patterns on.

“You’re gonna sleep in my collar.”

Nice.

“Okay.” I was still mumbling.

“Okay,” he murmured, turned his head and kissed my neck where my scarf still was. “Straddle my thigh.”

It was a Herculean effort, but I managed shifting my leg a couple of inches so it fell between his and I was straddling his thigh.

Then I was pretty sure I slid into an instant doze.

“Babe,” he called.

I blinked and saw Boone’s stubbled jaw.

“Yeah?” I answered.

“I’ve collared subs before.”

Straight up, I got that he’d had women to whom he did what he did to me that night, but I didn’t need him reminding me of that.

Especially not now.

Not after he’d given me the best scene I’d had bar none by far in my entire life.

“But none of them ever slept collared,” he finished.

My body automatically got tight.

One of his hands slid from my ass, up my back, and he caught the end of my silk leash.

I felt him wrapping it around his fist.

Okay, after he’d fucked me out, how was I getting a tingle?

“You get what that means, Kathryn?”

Oh yes.

I got what it meant.

“Yes, Boone,” I answered.

“All right, baby,” he whispered, rested his silk-wrapped hand on my back in a way I felt a hint of tension on my neck, just as he intended.

Yeah, oh yeah…

Oh yeah.

He was good.

“Now sleep,” he ordered.

“’Night, Boone,” I murmured.

“Goodnight, Rynnie,” he replied.

I closed my eyes.

And lying on top of Boone…

Fucked out…

I fell right to sleep.

Chapter Sixteen

And Now…This

Ryn

My body slid up and down on the bed as Boone pulsed me into his mouth.

“Baby,” I moaned.

“Come,” he growled between my legs.

I came.

He rolled me to my belly, yanked me up at the hips, slammed inside and fucked me on my knees.

It didn’t take long before I came again.

And this time, so did Boone.

He ended this gliding, his hands clamped tight on the cheeks of my ass, his mouth muttering, “Vanilla totally doesn’t suck with you either.”

What he could do with his mouth and his dick was so far from vanilla, it wasn’t funny.

I did not point out I was still collared.

And I’d woken up with my man’s mouth between my legs so he pretty much assumed control before I was even conscious.

But, whatever.

He thought that was vanilla?

Who was I to argue?

He pulled out, put a hint of pressure on one hip, and I collapsed to the side, which was not a surprise, since his dick was essentially holding me up anyway.

Boone twisted my upper body so he could rest his to mine.

“You’re a great lay,” I muttered, already half asleep, seeing as I hadn’t even recovered from last night’s festivities, so although I was up for a couple of orgasms when he did all the work, it was now still-early-morning naptime (at least I thought it was early morning, seeing as I was getting eaten out upon waking, I hadn’t had the opportunity to check a clock).

“I was thinking the same thing,” he replied, humor in his tone.

I wanted to share his humor, and I smiled, but I felt it came vaguely since that was the best I could do, seeing as I was barely conscious.