“I can see where your thoughts have taken you,” he murmured, rubbing a hand soothingly up my thigh, “but you’re wrong.”
I honestly doubted he’d know exactly where they’d gone, including the future life span of poor Bumper in all her blind beauty.
“I’m not breaking up with you.” I felt the air whoosh out of my lungs with relief. “I just don’t think I can continue living here as your dirty love slave anymore.”
My mouth opened and closed as the words filtered into it. “My dirty love slave?”
“That’s right. I think I deserve more than that.”
A quick glance back up at my hands confirmed I was the one who was the current love slave, not him. “With all due respect, honey, I don’t remember ever tying you up.”
“That’s because you don’t think I’m worth the effort,” he pouted, his hand beginning to run up and down his impressive erection.
Was this really happening?
“To be fair, that isn’t the case. I just haven’t had a need, or the thought, to tie you up. Can you explain why you’ve done it this morning?”
“I just told you,” he sighed, shaking his head. “I’m tired of being your dirty secret. So, I’ve restrained you to stop you from going anywhere until you agree to my list of demands.”
Squinting my eyes to see his pupils and check if he was intoxicated, I blew out a breath. “If you’d just talk to me, maybe we could go through your list of demands. This was a bit excessive, wasn’t it?” I shook my hands as best I could to indicate what my issue was.
“No.” The word was said swiftly and firmly. “I don’t think it was.”
Well, then. “And what are your demands?”
He released his cock and lay over me, cocooning me with his body. As his shaft nudged against my clit, I had to agree that this was a far from shitty position to be in.
“I’m glad you asked,” he repeated his earlier affirmation as he slowly kissed from my collar bone up to my jaw. “I want to get married.”
“I—”
His hand pressed between our bodies and zeroed in on my pussy. “I love the world out of you, and I want to be tied to you for the rest of our lives. I want to wake up with you, fall asleep with you, come home to you, and I want to be able to call Nemi mine.”
“Bond, I—”
A thick finger pressed inside me, shocking the words out of my mouth and brain. The only thing that remained was him and what Bond was doing to me.
“Say, yes.”
I couldn’t even say my name at that moment, let alone ‘yes.’
Digging my heels into the mattress, I used them to help me lift my pelvis, pushing the digit deeper inside me.
“Fair enough,” he muttered, withdrawing the finger and replacing it with the tip of his cock. “I’d hope we’d be able to have celebratory sex, but a convincing one will do just as well.”
The man was out of his ever-loving mind.
He forged his way inside me slowly but relentlessly until we were pressed tightly against each other.
“Look at me, baby.”
I opened my eyes and was met with two light blue pools.
“I love you, and I want to get married. Will you marry me?”
Some women got rose petals, romantic music, and ostentatious surroundings for their proposal. Me? I got tied to the bed and had convincing sex with a man who wasn’t making any sense. And would I change that for the world? Would I hell. I had an artistic brain, I could come up with a romantic scenario to tell people when they asked how he popped the question, including my mom, who was one of the biggest romantics ever to exist.
Yet, he didn’t give me a chance to answer him. Instead, his mouth tightened into a firm line, and he upped the speed and power behind his hip rolls and thrusts.
It. Was. Fucking. Out. Of. This. World.
Just as I was about to come, though, he stopped moving and stared down at me expectantly.
“What are you doing?” I squeaked, trying to move my hips to get just enough friction to catapult me over and failing after he backed away from me until only the tip was inside me.
“I’m waiting for an answer?”
A growl burst out of me. “Bond, so help me God, if you don’t fuck me—”
He slammed back into me, making my back arch, and a raspy cry burst out of me, but then he held still again. “Answer me.”
“Yes, you asshole. Yes, yes, yes, I’ll fucking marry you,” I screeched, the last word broken off when he resumed hammering into me.
It took seconds, mere seconds, for me to come, and he wasn’t far behind me. It’d been totally unnecessary because I would have said yes even without him fucking me senseless, but there was no way I’d tell him that.