tie, his hands coming around to close over the curve of my ass, lifting and dropping me on his cock.
That was all it took to send me flying straight over the edge, the orgasm igniting inside me, turning me to fire. I gasped and cried out his name over and over, “Royal, Royal, Royal.”
My orgasm must have been too much for the ancient chair. With a spectacular symphony of cracking wood, the chair crumbled beneath us, sending our bodies crashing to the floor.
Royal's hands on my ass tightened as we fell. He rolled, coming down on his back, protecting me from the splinters of the chair.
“Fuck, are you okay?” Royal's dazed eyes searched mine.
“Uh-huh. You okay?” I could barely string two words together, my body still pulsing from coming so hard.
“I will be,” Royal muttered, rolling away from the remains of the chair, taking me to my back and thrusting hard. His mouth settled beside my ear, his breath hot, coming in hard, fast pants.
“Daisy, God, Daisy.” Inexplicably, impossibly, I was climbing to another orgasm after only a few hard thrusts. I gripped Royal's hard shoulders in my fingers, his cock filling me so perfectly. With a roar, Royal buried himself even deeper inside me, his body going stiff, the orgasm washing through him until he was limp and gasping for breath.
He rolled again, holding me on top of him, still connected, still caught halfway to a second orgasm. Fingers trailed down my spine to slide over my ass, giving one cheek a squeeze before skimming back up to tangle in my hair. We lay there for a long minute, just breathing, our hearts thundering in rhythm.
Royal moved first, executing an impressive ab crunch that took both of us to a sitting position. Rolling to his feet, he carried me to the bed. “Don't move.”
I let my head fall to the side and watched him disappear into the small bathroom. He came out after a minute without the condom, a damp cloth in his hand. Climbing on the bed beside me, he nudged my legs wider and pressed the cloth between them. When I moved to take it, he pushed my hand away.
“Let me.” Royal stretched out by my side, his long, hard body hot, his eyes sleepy and sated. His touch gentle, he cleaned me with the cloth and tossed it on the floor. Rolling me into him, he pulled me close, my back to his front, his arm tight around my waist, his lips at my ear.
“You were going to come again, weren't you?”
“Hmm,” I let out a little humming breath as I considered that. “History would suggest there's no way, but yeah, I think I was. But it's—”
A squeeze of his arms and I knew he had that wicked grin on his face, even though I couldn't see him. It was in his voice, sending a tingle through me when he spoke. “My apologies. I broke. You came and you were so tight and wet—I couldn't hold out. I'll make it up to you.”
A hitching laugh shook me. “Any more and you might give me a heart attack.”
“You're young,” he said philosophically. “You'll survive.”
Just as I was getting used to his heat at my back, Royal's arm lifted and he was gone, rolling to the other side of the bed. His feet hit the floor for a bare second and he was back, hooking his hands under my arms and hauling me up the bed.
He was a lot faster and smoother than me. Before I realized what he was up to, my arms were above my head, his silk tie wrapped firmly around my wrists, anchoring them to the bed frame. With any other man, I would have panicked.
Bondage wasn't my thing. Usually. Or ever before. I'd had a boyfriend suggest it, but I hadn't been able to relax, too freaked out by not being able to move.
Not with Royal. For one thing, I'd started this by tying him to the chair, and look how that had turned out. I couldn't wait to see what Royal had in mind for his turn.
And for another, I trusted him.
I'd never thought I'd reach a point in my life where I trusted any man other than J.T. But here we were, and I wasn't going to waste time lying to myself. I trusted Royal, so much that even after I let him tie me to the bed I felt no fear, only rising anticipation, the tingle of that nascent orgasm