The Billionaire and I (Part Three) (5 page)

He gently lifted my first ankle, wrapping the rope around my ankle, then securing it to the ring. It was tight enough that I couldn't escape, but loose enough that I wasn't spread uncomfortably. He repeated the routine for my other limbs until I was an X of flesh and want.

He stood at the head of the bed, toying with my loose curls as he glided his fingertips across my temple. "I have half a mind to spank you for being so bold, but I think that's what you were gunning for." He drew to my nipple and grabbed the aching peak and squeezed hard. "A bite of pain with your pleasure." He released when I started gasping. Writhing. "But this dynamic is more than me giving you pain and pleasure and you accepting it. It's trusting me to take you places you've never been before. It's not just whips and chains and moans. It's love."

He started unbuttoning his shirt. When he shed it, showing me the toned muscles, I wished I wasn't bound so I could touch every perfect little square. He unbuckled his pants next, stepping out of them and sweeping his boxers off too. I lifted as much as my bonds would allow. Even though I'd just touched it and I knew every vein, every curve, just where to lick, I gazed at it like it was the first time. Like I couldn't believe it was mine.

I swallowed a knot in my throat.
Like I wasn't sure how it was going to fit inside me.

He mounted the bed, slipping between the V of my legs. He caressed me with his gaze, then his hands, leaving every part of me crying out for more of him. All of him.

With his eyes locked on mine, he cupped my bottom, lifting me as he guided himself inside me, one thick, pulsing inch at a time. He was in no rush. There were no frenzied thrusts driven by that carnal beast we both knew all too well. He moved inside me like music, ebbing and flowing. Filling me up until every note had me humming with pleasure. The frequency changed and the words he gave weren't a command. It was an invitation.

"Let go, Leila."

Soft, barely above a whisper, crashing into the powerful thrusts that pushed me deeper into him. Into us.

I held on a few more moments, waiting for that hot instant when he found his bliss before I tumbled into mine.

Shaking.

Tugging.

Moaning.

He untied me, massaging the impression left by the ropes. "Are you okay?"

I burst into laughter, tears filling my eyes. That question used to make me want to scowl. To snap. But now I saw it exactly as it was: love.

Jacob was staring at me like I was having some sort of psychotic break, so I quickly answered his question. "I'm just thinking back to how that question used to set my teeth on edge. And how grateful I am that you asked it." I pulled myself up, nuzzling his shoulder. "Over and over again."

"So," he smirked. "Are you okay?"

"I'm better than okay," I replied, feeling a glow start from somewhere deep inside me. I interlaced my fingers with his and brought our hands to my belly. "We’re fantastic."

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