Forever Bound (1Night Stand)

The deep intake of breath did nothing for her agitated state. Her pretty eyes were crazed. He reached up, grabbed her chin and held her face in his firm grip.

“Breathe.”

Trying to obey, she stifled a scream. Again and again, his admiration of her solidified as he watched her gather herself. She pushed past the pain, ignored the rough sensations tormenting her, and focused on his eyes. Acceptance was all he found.

Pure submission.

As much as it pleased him, it compelled him to push her further. She’d proven her ability to handle everything he’d made her do, especially for a newbie. He hadn’t expected that. Not once had she pulled out her safeword. Telling him she could handle more.

He reached down to the vibrator, flicked the switch to increase the speed. A loud cry spilled for her lips as a deep shudder ran through her.

Yes, Josie, you are ready.

“Now, you may come,” was all he said, before he stepped back to marvel.

Josie screeched out, the sound piercing. Her body convulsed, strained against the rope above her. Her skin flushed to a dark pink and Gavin had no doubt where the ropes dug into her skin, bruises would be left in their wake.

His eyes stayed trained on her. She could step away, move off the vibrator to end it, but she didn’t. She stayed, fought through the meaning of her right and wrong, her definition of what pleasure meant, because he asked it of her. She didn’t only impress him, she captivated his soul.

As her cries grew louder and tears fell, he expected she would stop and use her safeword. But as the minutes passed, she never did. She separated from herself. Gave into the sensations offered and rode it like a pro.

Her screams melted together. She teetered on the brink of her climax, yet unable to reach it. Gavin understood he needed to intervene to push her over the edge. He knelt down before her and knew she’d have no idea he stayed there, as lost as she was in the experience.

Reaching out, he latched onto the vibrator, his other hand came up to her hip to steady her. He pressed it against her clit. She screeched as though he’d cut off a limb. He applied pressure and circled the toy around her little nub and she convulsed harder.

The noises from her mouth were cries, nothing that would appear erotic to most, but to him she sounded lovely. He continued on and heard the hitch in her breath.

He studied her face for a moment, her muscles bunched together as her legs stuck out and her toes curled. The exact reason he had bound her arms above her.

His gaze drifted to her pussy at the first signs of her release. Small droplets of liquid fell on his hand. He tightened the grip around her hip and pushed harder against her with the vibrator.

One last roar echoed from her throat before wet warmth washed down her thighs. He moved her hips off the vibrator as she hung from the ropes binding her. Her head fell forward, her soft whimpers sliding around him like a warm bath.

She would need his aftercare, and he would offer it. For now, he stared at her as she dangled from the ropes he’d provided.

His masterpiece.

Chapter Four

Josie blinked a few times. Clarity returned. She vaguely remembered Gavin assisting her off the harness, removing the ropes he had placed upon her and the burn in her muscles easing from being stretched. As she squirmed, thick arms tightened around her. “Don’t move.”

Cradled in his arms, she released a long sigh of contentment and sank into him, waiting out the moment. Giving herself time to gain her thoughts again.

He held her tight and said nothing. As the moment passed, something swelled inside her. Something she’d never felt before.

Rightness.

Tears filled her eyes, but it seemed silly to cry in front of him so she tried to stop them with a deep sniff. Gavin forced her to look at him. “Don’t be ashamed of your emotions. I expect you to have that reaction.”

“You do?” Her voice sounded shaky, even to her.

A small smile lifted the corner of his mouth. “I would.” He rubbed her arms, easing her sore muscles.

Josie tried to gain understanding of what had happened, but her mind was void. Only completion lived within her. Instead of trying to force herself, she voiced her confusion. “Why do I feel a little lost?”

“You lost yourself in your pain and pleasure.”

Josie took a moment to remind herself of all the past events, remembering the woman who entered the hotel before Gavin. The emptiness held in her soul and the desire for something more. She’d found what she sought. More than the act of the climax, the pleasure which defined the experience as a life-altering moment, it was her role. The need to have someone else control her. The desire to kneel at Gavin’s feet and respond to his every demand, and the want to push past what she thought capable.