"Wouldn't dream of it, babe," he replied with a snicker as he kissed my lower belly and ran his tongue over my stabbing scar. They all paid such close attention to it whenever they saw it. I wondered if there was a level of guilt there that I'd been hurt under "their watch."
"So," I prompted with a feral kind of growl. "How do you want me?"
I was all boneless and euphoric from my double orgasms; if he'd told me he wanted to fuck me on a bed of hot coals, I would have been on board. Anything to get that third climax that I just knew was hiding over the horizon.
"Hmm." He swiped a hand over his face, his hungry gaze running over me. "Turn over."
I legitimately could not have turned over faster if I'd tried.
Kody shifted on the couch behind me as I pulled my knees up to raise my ass in the air, and I heard the jingle of metal.
"Do you trust me, babe?" he asked in a rough voice, then laughed. "I mean, stupid question. But right now, in this exact moment, do you trust me?"
My heart stuttered and raced. The obvious answer was no. Fuck no. I didn't trust any of them as far as I could throw them. Spoiler alert, I bet I couldn't even pick them up. But then...
"Yes," I breathed, contrary to all my better judgments screaming no. "Yes, I trust you, Kody."
Yeah. I was fucking doomed, and I knew it.
"Good," he replied. A moment later, he took my hand in his, bringing my arm back behind me and laying it across my lower back. Then he did the same to the other, crossing my wrists. A jolt of understanding—and excitement—ricocheted through me a moment before the leather of his belt kissed my flesh.
He tightened the loop with quick, practiced movements, then paused with one hand resting gently on my ass. "Is this okay, baby girl?"
I should say no. I should be totally horrified by the idea of being bound and helpless to a man who’d so thoroughly betrayed my trust not a month ago. But I wasn't.
"Yeah," I replied, and I doubted I'd ever uttered a more truthful word in my life. "Yes, fuck yes, Kody..."
"Good," he replied, sounding exactly as excited as I was feeling. His hands shifted back to my hips, finding his favorite position as he tugged my ass further into the air and nudged my legs apart with his knees. "You like that, don't you?"
A low groan was all the response he got from me as I adjusted my weight on the couch. With my hands bound behind my back, I was left with my cheek buried in a cushion and my shoulder supporting my balance. Luckily, I was agile.
When he slowly entered me again, I moaned the whole time until he was fully seated.
He chuckled. It wasn't an amused sound; it was more of an evil-dictator kind of laugh. The sort of sound that conveyed how drunk on power he was and how badly he was planning on abusing that control. I was fucking here for it.
Kody's fingers looped through the belt binding my wrists, and his other hand grasped my hip tightly as he shifted his position slightly.
"Fucking hell, babe," he breathed with a throaty laugh. "This is not exactly how I expected the night to turn out."
I shifted my face, peering back at him from my supremely awkward position. "You complaining, Kodiak?"
"Fuck no," he replied, then proved his damn point over and over and over, fucking me hard enough that I briefly worried the couch might break. When his hand smacked across the round of my ass, I came screaming again, but this time he joined me. His fingers grasped at my hip, holding me firm against his pelvis as he finished inside me.
After he released my wrists, I had no energy left to move. We just lay there on the couch in a tangle of sweaty, sticky limbs as our chests heaved with exertion. My pussy throbbed and my butt cheek stung from the print of his hand, but it was a delicious sort of pain. My wrists were red, but I doubted it'd take long for that to fade.
Kody broke the silence first.
"Are we—"
"No," I cut him off, already sure what his question was simply based on his tone of voice. "No, we're still a really, really long way from being okay, Kody." I stood up and cringed when I