Cherish her.
Keep her.
All his wants and wishes were suddenly right there waiting for him, as if fate had finally delivered the submissive made for him. The one woman who needed him as much as he needed her. The possibility of having something that he only dreamed possible: love and submission combined, not one or the other.
Now he had it so close he couldn’t stop himself from tasting and savoring it.
Allowing himself to experience this unexplainable connection, he gestured to Mary’s hand, and as if she read his thoughts, she lifted her wrist. Last night he wanted to bind her, but her emotional state made him hesitant. Mary’s body was lax and quiet. Willing, dark eyes allowed him to do as he pleased. He intended to fulfill his desires.
He wrapped the rope around her wrists, and formed a cuff and then slid the end of the rope through the headboard. He continued on to her other wrist, making another cuff and binding her. Once he tied the knots, keeping her right there in the bed for whatever he wanted, he noticed the flush of her cheeks.
“Bondage is a favored kink?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” she rasped.
Though he also wondered if the experience felt unnerving to her, as it would for a new submissive when she was first bound. Mary had already lived one life; now it was like she was starting over.
Elliott reveled in the game.
He continued wrapping the free end of the rope all the way down her forearm, until he reached her elbow and tied a knot. “Tell me why you enjoy bondage.”
Her breath hitched once before her voice came out steady. “I’m aroused by the portrayal that there is an edge of danger, that I cannot run away. That you could do whatever you wanted to me.” Her gaze held his, strong and solid in her choice to allow this. “That it gives me the sense that you are in complete control of me.”
He finished wrapping her other forearm, and after he tied the knot, he said, “I could do many wicked things to you, couldn’t I?” He admired her creamy skin against the black rope, and his cock jerked to get inside her.
“Yes, sir,” she replied with a soft grin.
“But we both know these ropes do not control you, do they?”
“No, sir. You control me.”
This woman tempted him, the one who gave him truthful answers about their connection. The distant woman he figured was a front to keep him at bay. He leaned down over her and brought his mouth close to hers. “You like my control, don’t you, Mary? Like that I am teaching you how not to move when I ask, because you cannot help yourself but squirm under my touch?”
She arched into him. “Yes, sir.”
Emotionally, he saw the distance she’d kept him at. Whenever he stopped touching her, she shut down. The moment his hands were on her body, she roused. He knew if he hadn’t pushed for her to stay the weekend, she wouldn’t have. But he wanted to know more about her and he wanted to investigate why he felt such a draw to her; whether she wanted the same, only time would tell.
Pressing his lips against hers, he gave her a soft, passionate kiss that spoke of emotion. Mary tensed beneath him at his obvious plan, but he closed his body against hers. He had her trapped, right there in his mastery, and he knew exactly what she needed.
To be touched intimately…
He continued to kiss her deeply and reached for t
he condom on the night table. He never stopped kissing her as he opened the wrapper and sheathed himself. He didn’t give her a second to think about what he was going to do next; he swiftly entered her in one quick stroke.
Her hips arched into him and she moaned against his mouth. He rubbed his pelvis against her clit, gyrating into her, building her pleasure. As her breath deepened across his face and her kisses became harder, he nudged her head to the side and dragged his tongue along her neck. He ran a hand under her bottom, wrapping her thigh around his back, and keeping his thrusts slow and sensual. Personal. Emotional.
He wouldn’t allow her to keep that wall between them; he needed to know for himself if what he felt was real. Nipping at her neck, he told her without words exactly where she should be.
“Elliott,” she said in warning.
“Quiet,” he growled against her warm flesh. “Mine to fuck how I want to, Mary.”
She might think she needed to be fucked roughly, and even from his spanking her last night, she might have expected that from him. But Mary needed to be cherished and adored. And Elliott desperately had to find out if what he thought could be the start to something between them was an accurate assumption.
Thrusting in and out, he sensed her cunt drying under her hesitation, so he lifted her bottom up and thrust fast and hard, driving into her until her body gave him what he wanted: a soaking-wet pussy for him to play with. He sensed the struggle in her moans, partly telling herself to hate this—to not allow him to touch her with such emotion. The other part telling him just how much she liked it.
Licking his way back up her neck, he lifted his head and wasn’t surprised to see the confusion rushing across her pinched expression. Her eyes were dark, but her brows were furrowed. To stop her mind, he kissed her hard, thrusting deeply, hitting her G-spot, over and over again.