“Oh!”
Something cold makes my areola shrink so tightly, I think I might pop. He hasn’t told me not to speak, but I stay silent anyway.
He has my control. I give it up freely, and it feels…
It feels free.
I feel free.
Free as a bird soaring through the blue skies. Who knew giving up power could be so freeing? How do I feel so unbound when I’m bound?
The icy trail extends over my breasts and then down my belly, where it pools in my navel for a few seconds. Then down, over my vulva, and onto—
I jerk, arching. The tip of the ice melts against my clit, and it’s an influx of heat and chill together mingling in an intense spiral. Tiny droplets trickle over my labia, chilling and blazing at the same time.
“Braden!” I cry.
“Baby,” he says huskily. “We’ve only just begun.”
Chapter Fifty-Eight
The coldness slips inside me then, and I lift my hips against the invasion. Then his mouth is on me, replacing the chill with his hot tongue.
He devours my pussy, licking and sucking, moving upward to my clit as if he knows exactly when I needed it, but then leaving it before I can reach the precipice I long for.
He’s good at the tease, at the anticipation. He enjoys it…and truth be told, so do I.
He leaves my pussy then, and I whimper at the loss, but warmth crawls up my body, and I brace myself, ready for him to thrust his hard cock inside me.
I whimper again when the thrust doesn’t come.
Instead, a soft caress to my earlobe and then a raspy whisper.
“I know your secret, Skye.”
“Wh-What secret?”
“You only come when you give up control.”
My eyes shoot open under the blindfold. All I see is black.
“That surprises you?” he says softly.
I say nothing. Though I never thought it before, his words make perfect sense. All those years I tried for an orgasm only to fail time after time. Only when I relinquished control to Braden did I have success.
Wow. Talk about an epiphany.
“I’ve given you climax after climax, but only when you yield to me. You told me tonight that your fight is over. That I have your control.”
“Y-Yes,” I say.
“Do you know what that means to me?”
“N-No.”
“It means you’re mine, Skye. In this bedroom—in the dark—you’re mine.”
“Yours,” I echo. “Yours in the dark.”
Then he thrusts his cock into me.
I arch into the invasion, trying to open myself to take more of him.
“So much more I want to do to you,” he says against my cheek. “So much more. And now that I have your control, I will. But for now, I want to fuck you like this, while you can’t touch me, can’t see me. Your tits are so beautiful, your nipples red from the clamps and your chest pink from my crop. Colors I gave you, Skye. Colors that prove you’re mine here in the dark.”
“Yours,” I say again as I wrap my legs over his hips. His perfect rear end is hard against my calves.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
I revel in the fullness, the completeness, of him inside me. So good. Better than good, even. Something feels different this time—something I can’t put my finger on.
Until it explodes into my mind as if it were always there.
I’m letting myself feel the emotion behind the physical.
I love him. Does he love me? I don’t know, and for this brief time, it doesn’t matter. I’m going to feel the emotion. Let myself go. Throw myself into this coupling with my whole heart and damn the consequences.
I love him. He may not be making love to me, but I’m making love to him.
I want to trail my fingers over his broad shoulders and strong back. To scratch him. To mark him.
Mine.
Tonight—at least right at this moment—he’s mine.
His balls slap against me, and the smacking sounds from my wetness drive me further toward the brink.
The brink.
The peak.
The precipice.
Still, I don’t get there. Don’t quite make it. Until—
“Come, Skye. Come for me.”
A pleasure bomb explodes in my pussy and wafts outward, outward, outward…
Tapestries of color and sound whirl in my mind’s eye as I leap into oblivion. Perfect oblivion.
“That’s it, baby. Show me. Show me how you come for me.”
“Braden!” I shout. Then more words, some jumbled, some completely unintelligible. Because it’s all fantasy now. I don’t even pull against my restraints anymore, because everything suddenly makes sense. Perfect sense. All everything and all nothing at the same time.
All.
Just all.
I give it all to Braden. Not just my control but my heart. I already knew I was in love, but now? I’m lost without him. Lost without giving all of me to him.
He gives me one last thrust and releases, and as I feel him contract, filling me, I know this is what I’ve been searching for. This.
Just this.
…
“You’re beautiful,” Braden says, stroking my cheek. “You have an amazing ‘just-fucked’ look.”