Command Performance

Minutes felt like hours as he kissed his way around and between her breasts, not once claiming her hardened nipples. Her body burned, arching and squirming beneath him. Every time his erection touched her belly, her hips shifted, pushing up as if trying to capture him. She planted her feet on the bed, to better lift her hips, but his weight thwarted her attempts. With her hands bound overhead, she had no choice but to wait.

He drew one nipple into his mouth. Maggie moaned, her body spiraling out of control. Madness—he’d driven her to the brink of insanity, for her desire was so intense.

“I never want this to end,” he said, his mouth hovering over her chest. “But I can’t wait much longer.”

Hunter shifted farther down her and retrieved the foil packet from the mattress. He covered himself, spreading her gently with one hand. Slowly, he guided himself inside her with his other, taking his time, letting her feel every inch as he penetrated her. Her core tightened around him, and she silently begged him never to leave. Still, he slid out and waited a beat before thrusting back in.

He moved slowly as if he wanted to hold her orgasm at bay until dawn, but then he thrust deeper, harder, faster, as if he’d found the rhythm he’d been searching for.

Who knew the missionary position could be so exciting? Sensations rippled up like little pre-orgasmic shock waves. If this were only the beginning, what would happen to her body when she came?

Hunter leaned forward until his chest pressed against hers. His hips continued to tilt and thrust deep within her, and she didn’t have to wonder anymore.

Wave after wave of pure, indescribable pleasure washed over her. She tingled, then shattered from her bound hands, to her elbows, to the tips of her toes.

Carnal. Raw. Tied-to-the-bed bliss.

When she came down, slowly drifting back to the present as if the power of her orgasm had taken her someplace far away, she knew she’d found what she’d been searching for that night at the car show. Deep inside, secretly, she’d craved this passion, this ability to hand herself over to a man and trust he would take care of her needs.

“Maggie,” he groaned. Above her, Hunter gasped, pushing into her one final time. She opened her eyes and watched his body tense and shudder. He lowered his head until his forehead rested against hers. His breathing was ragged, as if he’d just run a marathon.

“Hell, Maggie,” he moaned as he rolled off her and collapsed on the bed beside her.

“Hunter?” she said, pulling at the binding holding her hands above her head. Now that the lust had passed and the aftershocks of her orgasm faded, she felt less and less comfortable tied to the bed.

“I need a minute,” Hunter said. “Maybe ten.”

“Could you untie me first?”

He reached up and tugged on the binding. “You’re free.”

“Thank you,” she murmured. But the uneasy feeling didn’t fade. Rubbing her wrists, she sat up.

“Come here.” Hunter reached up and drew her down beside him on the bed. With her back pressed against him, his mouth at her ear, he asked, “Was that too much for you?”

“No. It wasn’t,” she said truthfully. Being tied up hadn’t frightened her, not the way she thought it would. It was how much she wanted this man that scared her. “I loved it.”

They lay quietly, until his breath tickled her ear and he asked, “What about me, Maggie? How do you feel about me?”

Maggie frowned. “What do you mean?” she asked, rolling onto her back.

He propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at her. “I’ve fallen for you. Hard,” he admitted with a soft smile. “I don’t want this to end.”

“The sex?”

“That, too. But we’re more than that.” She felt his chest expand and press against her side as he drew a deep breath. “I’m ready, Maggie. Today I realized that love could be a give-and-take. I’ve been keeping commitment at arm’s length because I felt I was all tapped out. I couldn’t provide for my sister and the woman I loved.”

“Love,” she repeated. Her fingers dug into the comforter. How had this happened? This was supposed to be about sex and fantasies, not feelings.

He nodded. “I’m ready, Maggie.”

“I’m not,” she whispered.

She watched his smile fade.

“The idea of falling in love...it scares me,” she continued. “It always has. To give another person that kind of power over my life is terrifying. I’ve worked too hard to gain control of my life. I don’t want to go back to being helpless.”

“You don’t trust me,” he said flatly.