Chapter 27 Bella #2
“Gonna tie you to this headboard someday,” he whispered. “Wrists bound tight, blindfold maybe. Make you wait for it. Make you beg before I even touch you.”
A broken moan tore out of me.
The image of me helpless, spread, and at his mercy sent fresh heat rushing between my legs.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?” he murmured, teeth grazing my earlobe. “Being tied up. Unable to move. Just feeling me take you apart until you’re crying for it.”
“Yes.” I gasped, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “God, yes.”
My thighs shook violently. My grip on the headboard turned white-knuckled. I was so close again already, teetering on the edge.
His free hand slid down, gathering my slickness and dragging upward. I jolted forward when he circled my back entrance.
“Someday, I’m gonna fuck you here too.”
His thumb pressed firmer against that tight ring. Not breaching, just steady, insistent pressure that sent a jolt through me I wasn’t expecting.
I froze for half a heartbeat.
People did that—anal, backdoor, whatever they called it.
I knew they did. I’d read about it, heard my friends discuss it, seen it in porn I’d scrolled past out of curiosity more than anything.
It always seemed too . . . intimidating.
Like something other women did, women who were bolder and braver than I was.
Like Nessa and Parker. I bet they’d both had loads of anal sex.
Hmm, poor choice of words.
I had never pictured myself craving the stretch, the vulnerability of it. But with Bennett’s thumb pressed against me, rubbing slow circles while his cock plowed into my pussy . . .
I wasn’t so sure anymore.
“Would you like that? My cock in your ass while I fuck you with one of your toys?”
Curious interest bloomed low in my belly. My hips rocked back instinctively, chasing the dual pressure, like I couldn’t decide which sensation I needed more.
“Bennett—”
“You gonna come again for me?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to fill you up?”
I screamed when his thumb pressed harder, lodging inside my hole. “Yessss.”
“Good girl,” he growled.
The orgasm ripped through me. I screamed his name, back bowing, walls clamping down so hard around his cock I could feel every pulse, every ridge. The pressure of his thumb in my ass only intensified the pleasure.
I sobbed through it, body convulsing.
“Arabella.” He groaned my name like a prayer and a curse all at once. “I love you so fucking much.”
His hips slammed forward one final time as he buried himself to the hilt.
Hot, thick pulses of cum spilled deep inside me.
No barrier, just the raw heat of his release flooding me, filling every inch of space he’d stretched open.
My walls clenched around him instinctively, milking him through it, drawing out every low, broken sound from his throat.
The sensation was overwhelming, intimate in a way I hadn’t anticipated. It was messy and primal and so freaking perfect.
When he eased out of me, I hissed at the sudden emptiness. Our mixed releases leaked out, pooling beneath me on the sheets.
Bennett’s eyes glowed at the sight.
“Christ, look at you,” he said quietly. “All messy and full of me.”
He leaned down and kissed me once, then slid off the bed.
“Don’t move, baby.”
I watched him disappear into the bathroom. In the sudden quiet, my body hummed with aftershocks. My pussy felt tender and deliciously used. My skin prickled with drying sweat, ass cheeks still stinging from the front door spanking
But beneath the sated haze, one thing looped louder than the rest.
I love you so fucking much.
He’d said it just before he’d come, hips buried deep as he pulsed inside me. But had it just been . . . orgasmic haze or something else?
My heart stuttered. Bennett didn’t seem like the kind of guy who threw those words around casually, but what did I know?
I bit my lip, staring at the ceiling fan spinning lazy circles.
Part of me wanted to call it out, laugh it off, give him the opportunity to take it back.
Another part wanted to take the time to script the perfect response.
He didn’t give me a chance to decide. When he came back, he carried a damp cloth. He was still gloriously naked, skin flushed with sweat, cock softening but still heavy.
“Open your legs for me, baby.”
I let my knees fall wider, exposing the mess. He didn’t seem to mind, easing the warm cloth between my thighs with careful strokes.
The heat soothed my swollen folds, easing the ache where he'd stretched me. He wiped gently. Every pass made me shiver; I was still so sensitive, the pressure sparked tiny aftershocks.
“I was rough on you,” he said, eyes flicking up to mine. “You’re going to be sore tomorrow.”
“Probably,” I breathed, smiling faintly. “But I wouldn’t change a thing.”
He nodded, thumb brushing lightly over my clit, just once, before he patted me dry with a fresh towel.
As he worked, my mind circled back.
I love you.
The words echoed warmer now, less frantic. The way he’d said it with his body blanketing mine felt too real for sex talk.
He crawled up the bed and tucked me against his chest, drawing my leg across his body and resting his hand possessively on my ass.
“You’re thinking too loud,” he whispered.
I sighed, melting against him. “You caught me. It’s just that—” Time to put on your big-girl panties, Bella Pink. “You said you loved me.”
He tilted my head back until my eyes met his. “I did.”
My throat tightened. “And did you mean it, or was that just . . . orgasm talk?”
Laughter shook his chest. “Orgasm talk?”
“I mean, people say things in the heat of the moment. Endorphins. Whatever. I just need to know if it was real, because if it was, I—”
He cut me off with a kiss. Softer this time, the slow, lazy kind that said listen more than shut up.
When he pulled back, his thumb brushed my cheek, wiping away the single tear I hadn’t realized had escaped.
“It was real,” he said quietly, voice steady.
“I’ve loved you for a while, Bella. I just didn’t know how to say it without sounding like I was rushing you, so I waited.
But then it hit me that that wasn’t fair to either of us.
You deserve to know that you’re loved, Bella Pink.
So, unless you have an issue with it, I plan on telling you so every day. ”
I blinked. “For how long?”
“The foreseeable future.”
I laughed shakily and buried my face in his neck, breathing him in. “I think I’d be okay with that,” I whispered, the words tumbling free. “I love you, too.”
“Good,” he said, lips brushing my temple. “Now roll over. This time, I call dibs on being the big spoon.”