Being Hers (Irresistibly Bound 1)

“No, Vanessa,” Mel bit her lip. Like most of Vanessa’s ‘discipline,’ this only turned her on even more.

“For that, I should leave you here on the bed, panting and helpless. Would you like that?” Vanessa’s soft, sweet tone was at odds with her words.

“No, Vanessa.”

“I didn’t think so. Don’t forget that you belong to me. I decide when you’re ready.”

“Yes, Vanessa.”

“You’re very lucky that it’s your birthday.” Vanessa grabbed the shaft of the strap-on, and slid the tip down between Mel’s cheeks, all the way to her entrance.

Mel’s breathing grew heavier and heavier. Slowly, Vanessa pushed herself inside, filling Mel completely. Vanessa grabbed Mel’s hip and began to thrust in and out, rocking the whole bed with her movements. Jolts of pleasure shot through Mel’s body as Vanessa pushed against that sweet spot inside. Mel rose back to meet Vanessa, every movement making the rope harness pull and roll and dig into Mel’s skin. Over the creaking of the bed, she could hear Vanessa’s own muted murmurs.

Vanessa withdrew and rolled Mel onto her back. “Look at me,” she said.

Mel looked up into Vanessa’s dark, piercing eyes. They were filled with need.

“Don’t close your eyes,” Vanessa whispered. “I want to stare into them and see the moment when you come undone.”

Vanessa sank into Mel again, sending a shockwave through Mel’s body from her core. She rolled her hips, pushing and grinding in time with Vanessa’s thrusts, her arms straining and aching under her weight. Their movements became more and more frantic, more fevered. All the while, Mel resisted the reflex to shut her eyes.

Mel locked her legs around Vanessa’s waist. All it took was a few more thrusts, and she lost control. She closed her eyes as the heat in her core flared hot and bright and ripped through her entire body.

They both collapsed on the bed, breathless, sweaty, and satisfied.

Hours later, Mel stood by the window, gazing out at the city skyline. Vanessa was in the shower rinsing off the sweat they had worked up. Mel reached out and touched the glass. This wasn’t just some wonderful dream. It was real.

She couldn’t have asked for a better birthday. Sure, the extravagance of it all had been novel and exciting. But what made Mel happy was the fact that for the entire day, Vanessa had made her feel special. Cherished.

Loved.

Mel closed her eyes. She wasn’t a kid anymore. The days of her being tossed aside and forgotten were long in the past. It didn’t bother her. But Mel couldn’t deny that it had hardened her. That over time, she had put up all these walls to protect herself.

And Vanessa was tearing them all down.

Mel heard Vanessa’s footsteps across the floor behind her. She watched Vanessa’s reflection get closer and closer.

Vanessa draped her arms around Mel’s shoulders and pulled Mel back into her. “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing.” Mel reached up and placed her hands on Vanessa’s. “I’m just happy.”

“I’m glad. Your happiness means a lot to me.”

Mel’s heart fluttered at Vanessa’s words.

“There are still a few minutes left of your birthday. Do you have any requests? Anything that’s in my power to do, I’ll do it.”

Mel turned around and looked into Vanessa’s eyes. “I just want to hold you.”

A gentle smile spread across Vanessa’s face, and she pulled Mel toward the bed.

Chapter Sixteen

Mel entered the restaurant. She spotted Jess sitting at a table in the corner and made her way over to her friend. Mel had barely sat down before Jess started asking her questions.

“How was your evening with Vanessa?” Jess asked. “Who, by the way, is incredible.”

“It was good.” Mel looked down at the menu with a smile. “Really good.”