She peered over her shoulder and was greeted by his beaming smile. “I did good?”
“Very good. Next time, I’ll fuck your wet pussy at the same time.”
Her eyes widened—she couldn’t tell if the extra shot of adrenaline she’d just felt was due to the fucking part or the next time. He helped her stand upright, kissed her lips, then left her alone to relieve herself of any lasting discomfort.
Reentering the bedroom, she found him waiting for her. He’d been busy again, this time with the bed itself. Each corner of the massive piece of furniture had a ring attached to it, and in turn coils of rope were attached to the rings. She swallowed hard—she’d told him she fancied being restrained and he’d remembered.
“I suggest,” he said, taking her trembling hand in his calm one, “that you lie face down, over that pillow, so your bottom is raised, then I’ll bind you.”
“Okay,” she said, uncertain she actually meant the word. She wanted to trust him, and believe she could, but it still took a leap of faith to move across the bed.
“The last senator who lived here was keen on binding his hanjins,” Jamen remarked as he looped some rope around her ankle. “This binder is made from responsive material. It knows how tight to go without hurting you. It will also answer to a specific command from either of us. The word you use is ‘free.’ When you call it out, then the ropes will loosen sufficiently for you to wriggle free. It’s a safety thing; I’m sure you’ll appreciate the necessity as acceptable.” He almost added the reassurance as an apology.
“Yes,” she said. “Perfectly.” Would she use it? She was about to find out.
He meticulously ensnared each of her outstretched limbs in the rope until she lay spread-eagled. Her heartbeats pounded so loudly, she thought her heart lay between her ears and not her breasts. As for her nipples, they barely touched the bedding as she balanced her hips on the bolster.
“Just so you know, I’m going to fuck your pussy, then that ass. Come as much as you like—make use of that heat in your behind.” He knelt on the bed between her splayed legs.
The sensation was still there in her bottom—the lingering warmth—and with it, her wet pussy throbbed in tandem. He’d not even entered her and she was close to coming already.
He ringed her waist with the vast spans of his hands, steadied her, then nudged the head of his cock against her wanton pussy. Oh, my, she mouthed. With very little wriggle room, there was no way she could twist away from his powerful thrust. Her pussy opened up, and while she breathed out he drove inward. He groaned a deep sigh of pleasure and in reply, she moaned a low murmur of delight. Together, they were ready.
Many things buzzed through her head as he fucked her—a crazy stream of conflicting emotions that bordered on the uncontrollable urge to scream to a more pervasive sense of sublime joy. She flittered from one feeling to another, and in the maelstrom of sensations, she came. The orgasm spanned the length of her slit, from her swollen bud to her puckering anus, and the spasms pulsated in time to his continuing thrusts. Jamen, sensing the tightening of her pussy, squeezed her hips with the tips of his fingers.
“I don’t want to stop, not yet. Do you trust me?” he panted. Bondage was more than a physical thing, it required her to accept she was not in control and reliant on his judgment.
Perhaps he feared she wasn’t able to cope and while her pussy was handling the rapturous orgasm with ease, her outstretched arms bore a different burden—they ached. She pulled on the ropes, and rather than tightening, they slackened slightly. He was right—they’d sensed her need for respite and delivered it. Now with her arms bent, she could lower her body onto the bed and sink deeper. With her muscles no longer taut, she murmured a sigh of relief.
Jamen slipped out of her pussy, guided his cock up toward her bottom and pressed it against her entrance. Slowly, he dipped inside and with just enough measure of force that she knew he was dictating the terms and she was expected to comply. It rather thrilled her, knowing that she was his. In that moment, she realized she’d said nothing in reply to his statement.
“Please, don’t stop,” she said, making use of the slack in her arms to push back against him and rest her weight on her knees. Although her legs were splayed, there was enough give in the ropes for her to rock and sway, and the little movement helped him slide deeper into her core.
“Good girl.” He acknowledged her reply with a swift peck of his mouth on the nape of her neck.
The liquid that he’d distilled inside her had a lingering effect. She couldn’t quite describe the sensation, but somehow, she was convinced it was heating her sweet spots. Jamen picked up the pace, swung his hips against her bottom and glided in and out, bringing her to another climax.
“I’m coming!” She shuddered and tightened her grip on the ropes by her hands. Once again, they responded, allowing her a fraction more movement to accommodate the spasms that rippled out of her belly and down her limbs. Even her toes curled and flexed as the orgasm bloomed and took over her body.
“Oh, yes,” Jamen growled softly. “I like this.”
Paige did too. She loved the restraint provided by the clever ropes, the ardent fucking, and especially the orgasms that kept coming in waves. When he coiled the locks of her hair into his fist and drew her head back, she fizzed with excitement with the gesture. She caught a glimpse of his bold features, the subtle parting of his lips as he inhaled and the glow of his dark eyes. Spiraling out of his breastbone, the tattoo seemed to pulsate and radiate, as if to fill what little space was left between them. When he slipped his hand down her neck and pushed her shoulders down, she wasn’t afraid of his roughness, rather she embraced it. She was doing exactly what a Vendu female would do—devoting herself to her man.
A couple of years ago, when she strutted through the doors of the Bow and Tie for the first time, believing she was in the right place for her, she would never had imagined how far that desire for submission, which lay buried within her, would take her. She was literally in another world, an amazing place where she might come to realize her darkest fantasies, and most important, Jamen would be by her side to guide and protect her.
He juddered, his hips grinding into her bottom and with that last thrust, he spurted his final load. The heat melted her, gifting her one last and surprisingly gentle orgasm. She was too exhausted to manage anything else.
“Well done, sweet Paige, and thank you,” he whispered into her ear while carefully extracting himself. “Free!” he said clearly and the ropes slipped off her wrists and ankles, retracting into the corners of the bed. He lay down and drew her against him, and she settled on top of him, her h
ead tucked under his chin and her legs nestling between his. She was quite comfortable and wonderfully content.
The future wasn’t set, their path wasn’t exactly clear. But Paige was certain Jamen meant what he said earlier: he loved her and he would find a way to keep them together. Surely, nothing or nobody could split them apart now?
Chapter Twenty-One
“Paige!” Jamen swiveled his desk around to face the door.
He’d a mountain of work to achieve in a relatively short timeframe and most of it was due to the fallout from their trip to Frezna. The top priority had been the barrier. The emperor had taken his concerns seriously and the planet’s top engineers had proposed replacing some of the barrier’s generators with technology similar to force fields used in the military. Meeve in particular welcomed the proposal.