But on her I fucking love it.
I pull my bondage rope from the bedside table and place my body next to hers.
She looks up at me, watching me tie a knot around her wrists and tie it to the railing of the bed.
Her breath hitches in her throat as I test the restraints.
Her fingers curl into her palms.
Her teeth sink into her lips.
She fucking likes being bound.
It's not exactly news. I could tell that last time. But I was too caught up in finally having her to notice just how much she wanted it.
Kay.
My angel.
My demanding dirty girl.
Fuck, the desire in her eyes is making my balls tight.
I need to be inside her.
But this first.
This for as long as she can fucking stand it.
I press her knees apart and kneel between them.
She looks up at me with a plea in her soft green eyes. "Brendon. Please."
Fuck, the way my name rolls off her lips.
Like she needs me more than she's ever needed anything.
Like I really do replace all the hurt in her life with pleasure.
I know I can't do that everywhere. The whole supportive boyfriend thing—fuck, I have no idea if I'm capable of that.
But I can do this.
I can satisfy her here.
I pick up the vibrator and turn it on.
Kaylee gasps at the sound of the buzz.
Nervousness spills into her expression.
But there's trust in her eyes.
Fuck, I need every ounce of that.
I need it in my bones.
I need it a hell of a lot more than I need to be inside her.