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Chapter Three

 

Eva continued to stare at the closed door of their bedroom.
The sound of the shower pulsed in the silence of her home. Her body trembled.
Rubbing her hands up and down her arms, she tried to think.

He’d taken it well. Better than she’d expected.
Broken.
She couldn’t believe the word had passed her lips but it was true. It was how
she felt. Every one of her friends said they could orgasm. Each happy story
made her feel smaller, less human, less worthy. She wasn’t sure what was worse,
the fact her friends were happy or the fact she lied to make herself seem the
same.

She still needed to tell him the rest—about the things she
wanted him to say to her. The things she wanted him to call her.

Maybe she should just forget about it. She could just
pretend to have been joking. Yeah, that’s what she would do. Pain radiated
through her chest, making her gasp. No, she couldn’t pretend anymore. It wasn’t
fair. But if he looked at her differently, if the look in his eyes changed from
love to disgust, her heart would shrivel up like unkempt flowers, once
something beautiful, now left to be blown around by the wind.

Needing to push away her thoughts, she poured another glass
of wine and began to clear his half-eaten plate. The wine was gone in moments
and like a well-programmed machine, she finished her tasks with precision.

She found herself standing before her box of treats like a
dog waiting for a bone. Deciding there was nothing wrong with what she wanted,
she began unpacking the contents. She used the special cleaner on them and set
them on a towel to dry. Still fighting her emotions, she wrapped them up and
placed them back in the box. The only thing she’d done wrong was lie to him for
so long. She should have told him sooner. She was cowardly and she needed to
fix things.

* * * * *

Justin let the water wash away the tension in his muscles
while he tried to figure out what he was feeling. Anger? Not really. He should
have been angry but he wasn’t. He was hurt. Yeah, that was it. Fuck, what kind
of man couldn’t tell the difference between fake and real? Hell, he should have
known.

Absently rubbing his chest, he closed his eyes. Images of
Eva tied to their bed made his cock pulse. His hand drifted to his heavy
length. He stroked himself from the base of his cock to the tip, his body
shuddering in pleasure. She would be his to possess. Ready, eager even, for him
to control her, push her and have his dirty way with her.

He quickened his pace. His balls drew tight to his body,
readying for his release. He found the pre-cum on the head of his cock and
rubbed it around the sensitive tip, drawing a hiss through his teeth.

She would beg him to touch her, fuck her, no longer his
little angel but his sex kitten. Yeah, he liked the sound of that. Biting back
a curse, he stopped his pleasure.

He turned the nozzle to barely above freezing and finished
washing. He wanted to save everything he had for her. Only her.

After toweling off the excess water, he slipped on a pair of
boxers and over that a pair of black running pants, leaving his chest bare.
Coming so close to release and denying himself put him on edge. He needed to
figure out how far she wanted to go and how far he wanted to take it.

He drew a calming breath, opened the door and exited the
bedroom. The soft sound of his steps filled the air. He turned the corner and
found Eva sitting on the couch, flushed, with an empty glass of wine. She must
have been nervous. She stood to greet him but paused as her eyes blazed a trail
along his body, marking him without ever touching him.

Her gaze captured his. Stepping around the chair, she found
her way to stand in front of him, never losing the connection of their eyes.

“I’m sorry I lied to you. I shouldn’t have. Can you forgive
me?”

“Yes, I will, but do not let it happen again.”

“Okay.”

“Now we need to set some ground rules. You need to tell me
exactly what you want and how far you want me to go with it. The last thing I
want to do is mess this up.”

She nodded and he held his breath while she gathered her
courage.

His hands drifted to her hips, finding the sliver of skin exposed
between her jeans and shirt. Absently he caressed her supple skin. His hands
warmed against her flesh despite his frigid shower. He needed to touch her—his
mind and body demanded it. Hell, his rigid cock demanded to bury deep inside
her.

She shivered under his fingers but he didn’t know if it was
from his touch or her trepidation.

Their breaths mingled, he leaned forward and touched his
forehead to hers.

“You know that no matter what, I will love you. Do you
remember the first time we met? It was Halloween and you were dressed like an
angel and I was dressed like the devil. How ironic it was. It seemed so true to
me that I was the one unworthy to view your beauty. I was unworthy to even be
in the same world graced by such a heavenly apparition.”

“Stop,” she spat. “I am no angel.”

He frowned.

“That’s part of why I couldn’t tell you. I’m not this
perfect little creature to be put on a pedestal of perfection. I want things,
need things an angel couldn’t possibly understand.”

“I didn’t think—”

She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. Right now matters.
And right now I want you to tie me to the bed, make me beg you to fuck me and
call me your dirty girl.”

Widening his eyes in surprise, he groaned in painful
arousal. Justin brushed his lips against hers, running his tongue along the
full bottom. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he pulled their lower bodies
together. She tasted of wine and strawberries, fresh and heady.

She rubbed against his erection like a cat in heat. Cupping
the weight of her breast in his palm, he then rolled her nipple between his
thumb and forefinger. Answering in what sounded like a purr, she pushed her
chest into his grip, silently pleading for more.

“That’s it, kitten, purr for me.”

The small barrier the clothes provided only seemed to fuel
their need. Eva clung to his body. Gripping his erection through his pants, she
began to stroke him. His cock practically leapt into her hand. If she didn’t
stop fondling him he would forgo his plan, bend her over the back of the couch
and fuck her, not taking the time to undress properly. Gingerly he circled her
wrist with his fingers and removed her hand. A little rumble of what had to be
disapproval sounded in her chest.

Taking her hand, he led her to the bedroom, stopping only to
grab the freshly cleaned toys from the table, buying the time he needed to
fight his urge to take her.

Chapter Four

 

His hand warm in hers, she followed with her other fist
balled against her chest. It seemed like the five feet to their room was a vast
space, stretching from one side of the universe to the other. She was nervous,
as if it were her first time. From the evidence of his arousal pushing against
the fabric of his running pants, she knew he was turned-on. Maybe he wanted it
too. She had to know.

“Justin—you want this too, right?”

Turning with sensual hunger etched in his face, he drawled,
“Yeah, I want it.”

The box fell to the floor with a thud and he pushed her
against the wall. His body covered hers. Seeming everywhere at once, his dark,
spicy scent filled her nose, making her drunk on him. The heat of his body
radiated through her as if it had a mind of its own. His erection rubbed
against her lower body with steel-like force. She roamed his body with her
hands while he tilted her head to the side with a firm but gentle hand.

The tip of his tongue traced a seductive path to her ear.
Her heart hammered against her ribs as she pressed her pebbled nipples against
his chest, begging for a touch, a caress, anything to ease the way they ached.
Squeezing her legs together, she tried to fight the rush of liquid pooling
between them.

His breath fanned along her ear, sending tendrils of lust
snaking along her skin. She closed her eyes and moaned. He nipped at her neck,
marking her, seeming to claim her for everyone to see.

“I want this more than you could know. I’ve dreamed of
having my way with you. Making you beg for my cock, making you mine. Only mine.
Say. It
.”

Sounding needy and breathless, she managed, “Only yours.”

He pinched her nipple as if he was rewarding her answer.
“Good. Now let’s tie you down, kitten. I want to make you purr.”

His muscles flexed under his tan skin while he retrieved the
forgotten box of goodies from the floor. Strolling through their bedroom door,
he left her line of sight. Cardboard ripped in the next room. She struggled to
catch her breath. Her body hummed, still reeling from his touch and his words.

It was really happening. She couldn’t believe it. Taking a
few minutes to gather her courage, she walked into the bedroom. Her
black-and-white Vera Wang duvet was turned down. The blinds were closed and a
few of her tea light candles gave off an iridescent glow. The reflections of
the flames danced across the soft-white walls, performing an expert ballet.
Although the scene was beautiful it didn’t compare to the image of Justin,
posed at the end of the bed, waiting to fulfill her desires.

“Took you long enough.” He smirked.

She returned his smile, slow at first but it spread across
her face like so many before it.

“Where do you want me?”

“I
want
you to strip. Slowly.”

She swallowed, trying to alleviate the dryness in her mouth.
Lifting her hands to the top button of her blouse, she began to free herself.
Glad to be getting rid of the fabric. Her skin felt tight and her breasts felt
full and heavy. The peach lace of her bra rubbed against her sensitive nipples.

Her hands shook, not from nervousness but from eagerness.
His gaze traced the movement of her rising and falling chest. Slipping the
fabric off her shoulders, she let it pool at her feet. Eva’s hands found their
way to the button of her jeans. Sliding the denim over her hips, past her
thighs, then to the floor, she stepped out of them.

Her face heated at his unabashed stare. She’d been naked in
front of him before but this time it was different. Standing in her matching
panties and bra, she was exposed in a way she never thought could happen. Love
spread through her chest, warming her.

“God, you’re beautiful. Now take the rest off.”

Reaching behind, she unclasped her bra and let it slide down
her arms and to the floor. She bent over, putting her generous breasts on
display for his viewing pleasure. Next her peach panties followed the path of
her jeans and found their way to the floor. She righted herself and placed her
hands on her hips, taunting him. His gaze fell to the bare lips of her sex and
he licked his own lips.

Without meeting her gaze, he stated, “You waxed.”

“Yes, for you.” Brazen in a way she never had been before,
she walked a hand over her skin to her bare lips. Softly she stroked herself.
Shivering at the contact, already wet. “Do you like it?” she whispered.

Seeming almost in pain, he ground out, “Oh yeah, I like it a
lot.”

His gaze traced the movement of her cream-coated fingers as
she brought them to her lips. She sucked them clean. “I’m glad.”

The restraints were already in place. Her gaze darted
between the Velcro cuffs and his face.

“You ready?”

Nodding, she stepped closer to the bed and the object of her
desire.

“Good. Now, I’m going to test you. I want to see how much
you want and what part is fantasy and what is reality. Come here.”

More liquid pooled between her legs, readying her body for
things to come. His nostrils flared and his eyes shone with what seemed like
undiluted sexual desire.

“Stop.”

Tortuously he revealed what was hiding behind his back—the
black satin blindfold.

He drew it over her head and darkened her world. Fear of the
unknown flickered in her mind but she fought it. This was Justin. He would
never hurt her.

With the fear gone, she noticed how arousing her mysterious
world became. Without her sight, every other sense was heightened. She could
hear her heart beating a sensuous rhythm and him slowly releasing breaths. The
smell of his spicy body wash enveloped her nose. The heat from his body wrapped
her in comfort. Her mouth watered, begging her to taste him. Stepping forward,
she aimed to do just that.

“I didn’t say move. This is a warning. Disobey again and I
will punish you.”

Tempted to see what he had in mind for a punishment, she
turned to face the bed, splaying her hands on the duvet.

He made a tsking sound. “I should have known you’d like a
demonstration.”

Moving behind her, he caged her within the sinewy muscles of
his arms. He rubbed the steel of his erection between the cheeks of her ass.


Oh God
,” she moaned.

One of his palms gripped her hip. He squeezed, sending
lightning to her pussy. He traced a path to the cheek of her ass. Then his
fingers left her flesh, making her almost beg him to keep touching her.
Smack
.
The sound echoed through the room.

Before she could say anything, he began to rub away the
sting and his breath fanned along her ear.

“I told you I would punish you. Now be good.”

She pushed back against his cock, drawing a groan from him.
“What if I don’t want to be good?”

He let his weight push her against the mattress, pinning her
in place.

“If you don’t, I will leave you here, alone.” Nipping at the
sensitive skin of her shoulder, he reminded her of what she sought. She fisted
the covers, wrinkling the soft fabric.

“Fine.”

“Good, now don’t move. I want to look at you.”

She wanted to bask in his attention like a cat in the sun.
Torturously he ran the pads of his fingers down her spine, making her skin
tighten in the wake of his touch. He continued his exploration, ending with his
hand resting on the side of her bottom.

He sounded almost pained. “You want me to fuck you here.” It
wasn’t a question so she didn’t answer. The prison of her blindfold freed her
other senses. His breaths escaped in harsh pants. Still, she waited, but
impatience built. Arching her back, she preened for him.

Her nipples rasped against the duvet, both frustrating her
and increasing her pleasure.

“Please touch me.”

Her words must have shaken him out of his thoughts because
his hands returned to her body.

“Get on the bed with your hands above your head.”

Following a familiar path to the head of her bed, she did as
he requested. Crawling to the top, she turned over, thrusting her eager breasts
forward, silently begging for attention. She didn’t feel the bed dip to accommodate
his weight. In her world of darkness, she was left with her thoughts. She
couldn’t believe it was happening. Love spread through her heart. He accepted
her and her lie. Thinking he would be angry or disappointed, she couldn’t bear
to tell him the truth about her inability to orgasm in the usual way. She was
lucky—no, blessed. She was blessed to have him as her husband.

Shifting her leg, she was stunned when she found it
restrained. Her thoughts had distracted her for a moment and she was missing
everything.

“Talk to me,” she whispered.

“I want to but I’m afraid of what I might say. Seeing you
like this is doing—things to me. I want to keep you like this. Ready, wet and
willing. I want to bury myself in you until we are one person. Not slow and
sweet but rough and hard. I want to make you whimper in frustration as I tease
you to a fever pitch with the strumming of my cock. I want to brand you as
mine
.”

“Yes.”

“This is your last chance.” The whisper of fabric against
skin marked his disrobing and she imagined him standing erect, muscles tense
and eyes hungry.

“Fuck me. Now.”

Growling, he crawled up her body to restrain her hands. He
tugged on the restraints, seeming to make sure she was secure but also
signaling the beginning. Her mouth watered. The scent of their mixed desire
filled her nose, heady and intoxicating.

“Open.”

Licking her lips in anticipation, she complied. He straddled
her chest just below her breasts. Then she felt the hot tip of his cock circle
her lips, teasing her. Her tongue darted out to taste the tip, making him hiss.
Inch by inch he claimed her mouth. Salt and a flavor uniquely Justin danced
across her mouth. Moaning around his hard length, she pulled against her
restraints. She wanted to touch him, to wrap her fingers around his base and
stroke him to perfection.

His pace increased as he seemed to bask in his control. Her
pussy ached for him, begging for him to touch her. Moisture coated her thighs.
She sucked hard, wanting him to lose control. But also wanting to reward him.

“Your lips feel so good around my cock. I love fucking your
proper little mouth like this.” What must have been his finger parted her
folds, discovering her wetness. “Looks as if you like this too, kitten.”

Circling his finger around her clit, he drove her lust higher.
She pressed her core into his hand, her body asking for what her mouth could
not.

She could hear the satisfaction in his voice as he removed
his hand from her swollen pussy. “Not yet. I still want to play.”

His body caressed hers while he made his way lower. The heat
of his length rested between her breasts. His hands on both sides pushed them
together as he titty-fucked her. Playing with her nipples as he used her body
made her cunt throb. Expertly he fueled her fire.

“I like fucking you like this,” he said almost absently.

Then, as quickly as he began, he was moving down her body
again. Fusing his mouth with hers, he kissed her like never before.
Uncontrolled and wild, his tongue explored her, sending pleasure pulsing to the
inner walls of her starving pussy. He took everything and left her gasping for
air.

Continuing his attack of pleasure, he enclosed her nipple in
the wet heat of his mouth, flicking with his tongue as he sucked. Her head
thrashed against the pillow. Eva was lost to sensation, on the brink of
breaking. She squeezed her legs in an effort to ground herself.

A part of her that she didn’t realize she had, spoke.

“More.”

He cupped her other breast, her nipple resting between two
fingers. While massaging her, he played with her other nipple.

“Yes, fuck. More.” She couldn’t form a complete sentence.

He lifted just enough to where she could feel his breath
warm her nipple.

“You’re a greedy little slut, aren’t you?”

Unable to form words, she could only nod. Trailing kisses
down the curve of her breast, he made his way to her hip, pausing long enough
to nip her. He continued plucking at her nipple while he used his other hand to
press against her knee for her to open.

“You’ve been naughty. You shouldn’t have lied.” On the last
word, he sucked her swollen clit, sending her blissfully over the edge for the
very first time. She bucked against him as she cried out. She wanted to push
him away and pull him closer at the same time, but could do neither because she
was bound.

Waves of ecstasy rippled through her limbs, dismissing the
fear of her being broken. While she was lost to her relief, he slipped two
fingers inside her still-quaking heat. Slowly he moved in and out. With his
other hand he removed her blindfold. The love on his face shook her like nothing
else had. They were connected as one soul in two bodies.

His smile eclipsed his face. “I’m not done with you yet.”

She smiled back, probably matching the size of his. “Good,”
she said with a hint of mischief. “Untie me.”

“I’m not done playing yet.”

She arched her body into his, rubbing his straining erection
along the heat of her pussy. She smirked when his eyes closed and his muscles
flexed beneath his golden skin. “Please. I want to be on top.”

She repeated the movements, making him groan, and lifted her
head enough for her to give his chest a little bite. Seeming to be under her
spell, his hips flexed rhythmically, causing the bottom of his cock to stroke
her clit.

“Not this time, kitten.”

He was doing it again, taking her body to the edge she never
thought she could reach.

“I want you on your stomach. Flip over.”

“I can’t.”

The straps didn’t allow enough room. Running his hands up
her legs, over her stomach and caressing her arms, he made his way to adjust
them. The whole time he tempted her. Her libido kicked into overdrive. They
never did it from behind. They were a standard missionary couple. Tonight would
seem to be one of firsts.

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