I was trembling, feeling weird, turned on, vulnerable, exposed, certain yet uncertain, trusting and scared, excited, wanting, and anxious when Deacon finished with my other ankle.
He got off the bed and I watched him take off his clothes, his eyes not on my body. They were staring into mine. My eyes moved but only to take in his big man cock that was as beautiful as the rest of him, thick, long, and right then, very hard.
I got wetter.
“You know what this means to me?” he asked, and I looked back to his face.
“I think so,” I mumbled shakily.
“You trustin’ me like this, think about it. I was tied to that bed for you, how would that make you feel?”
My insides melted a different way, tenderness toward him and titillation at the very idea of Deacon doing that for me.
He read me. I knew it when he said, “Yeah. That’s what I’m feelin’ right now, except more,” he put a knee to the bed, his hand splayed at my belly, his face in mine, “because you’re right there, givin’ it all up for me.”
“Honey.”
His lips dropped to mine as his hand slid down.
“Now, I give back.”
I trembled.
His hand slid in, fingers grazing tight over my clit so my hips jerked. Two thrust in.
My limbs tensed against the restraints, my eyes closed, and I dug my head into the pillows as that sang through me.
He left his fingers buried deep and put pressure on my clit with his thumb, but neither moved. “You good?”
I opened my eyes and dipped my chin to look at him.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“You ready?” he asked.
“Totally.”
I saw his eyes smile.
Then he disappeared because he put his lips to my throat.
And Deacon commenced in giving back, way, way more than what I was giving to him.
Absolutely.
He kissed. He licked. He sucked. He nipped. He finger fucked me. He worked my clit.
All through this I squirmed. I strained. My body tightened, and if his fingers were inside, my sex clutched them deeper. Every time that happened I’d get his growl of approval, each one scoring right through me.
Each pull of the ropes sent heat shafting everywhere when my automatic response was thwarted, reminding me I was his to do with as he pleased and I had nothing to give but it all, he had everything to take, and everything to give to me.
It was simple beauty.
And I was loving every second.
Finally, he moved fully between my legs and clamped his mouth down on me, sucking deep.
“God!” I cried, surging up as far as I could, exhilaration sweeping through me when I was pulled back against my bonds, the pleasure heightened indescribably because I couldn’t lift my knees high, throw them over his shoulders. I could only lie there and take what he was giving me.