“Ana—” I started, but she pressed her lips to mine again.
“Shut up,” she said again, pulling back to rest her forehead to mine. “Just let me finish. I’m scared, but I want you,” she admitted, before laughing softly against my lips. “I feel like we’ve switched roles. You started off scared and gained confidence. Meanwhile, I have had things happen that have made me scared of this side of myself.”
“My best friend once told me that there was nothing to be ashamed of. That there was nothing wrong with me.” I wiped the tears from her cheeks and made sure she looked at me and heard me. “There is nothing wrong with you, Ana.”
“This best friend sounds smart.”
“The smartest.” Not able to resist, I pressed another kiss to her lips. Just a peck. Soft, tender, quick. “I know things have happened and I hate that,” I growled, remembering the horror she faced and hating that I wasn’t there to save her. “But I can protect you and make you happy. We can make this work because I love you too. So damn much.” I wanted to say it over and over and repeat it until I lost my voice. I wanted her to say it back to me.
“What if people find out?”
“It doesn’t matter. What we do is our own business, and there is nothing wrong with it. No shame in it. I’ll always take care of you. You need to know I’ll always put your needs above my own. In everything.”
“I trust you, Kev. I love you.”
I felt like more of a man than any time I’d dominated her when she spoke those words—when she admitted her trust. I knew she was hurt by what she’d said earlier, and I needed to let her know she hadn’t damaged us with her anger. “You submit so beautifully because you know I would always put you first. I know you trust me.”
Ana moved to the couch and pulled me next to her before climbing over me and straddling my legs, smiling. “Then let’s do this. We’ll have conversations, and we’ll do this the way it began. Together. We’ll learn together. I’m tired of being alone and fighting to be someone I’m not.”
“You shouldn’t be anyone but you, because you’re perfect.”
Ana smirked, and despite trying to fight off the seduction, my dick jumped in my pants. “Okay, but I’m not willing to compromise on pinching, bites, and slaps. I need those. Just in hidden areas.”
I dropped my head back on the couch. “Thank fuck, because I love my handprint on your ass.”
Epilogue
Kevin
“Are you ready for me to take it out?” I waited for her response, but was instead met with a glare. Taking a bite of my banana, I sat in the chair in my bedroom and looked over Ana’s body under the early morning light. “Don’t be like that Ana.”
Her jaw clenched and she squirmed on the bed.
She was a little testy this morning since I woke her up with my mouth on her pussy, teasing her. She also, wasn’t thrilled with having her hands cuffed to the headboard, unable to push me away when I gave her three explosive orgasms in less than thirty minutes.
To add salt to the wound, I’d eased a medium-sized butt plug into her tight ass and then walked away to grab some breakfast.
A man needed to refuel.
“Are you ready to take it out, Anabelle?” My firm tone let her know her silence was no longer an option.
“Are you going to finally fuck me once you do?”
I tsked. “So sassy first thing in the morning. You know better than to make demands of me. You also know, I would never fuck your ass for the first time as a quickie. We both have to get ready for work this morning.”
She rolled her eyes along with her hips, releasing a pained moaned. I stood from the chair and stalked to the bed, leaning over to give her the last bite of the banana.
“I’ll fuck you when I’m ready.”
Her sharp cry echoed around the silent room mixing with the sound of my hand cracking against the side of her bottom. “Kevin,” she gasped. “Please.”
Crawling on the bed, I pushed her legs apart and worked my way between them, sitting back on my heels. “So beautiful and all mine.” I grabbed on to the base of the plug and eased it out inch by inch, but not removing it. “I’m going to love fucking you here. Owning all of you. But you need a bigger plug before we do that. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You know I love when you hurt me.” Her voice was breathy and desperate as her heels dug into the mattress, lifting her hips closer to me.
“Yes, but I don’t want to damage you. Speaking of which, how are your wrists?”