CHAPTER THREE — DAVID
After she finishes coming for the third time, I feel satisfied. My job is done here. I turn off the wand and put it back in the drawer.
I walk back to her. She's beaming with the cutest damn smile I've ever seen in my life, pasted on her angelic face.
"Are you going to untie me?" she asks.
"Not yet," I say. I cup her face and kiss her again. She moans and wiggles.
"You better stop moaning, or I'm going to have to fuck you again," I say.
She giggles. "That wouldn't be the worst thing."
Fuck, I feel my cock start to harden again, which is insane.
"Careful what you wish for, baby girl," I say.
"I'm a big girl. I think I can handle myself," she says.
"Are you sure about that? You sure you can handle this much fucking? As much as I love using you, I don't want to push you too hard."
She looks at me. I kiss her again, my tongue slipping into her mouth. She moans once more.
I pull back and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. I run my thumb from her chin down her neck. When I squeeze her neck, she moans.
"Please fuck me," she whispers.
"Mm," I say. "I like hearing that. Say it again."
"Please fuck me," she says.
She's still tied up. I don't think I've ever been with a girl in this kind of position, tied by her wrists and ankles, but there's a first for everything. Her legs are pretty tight together, but I'm able to squeeze in between them.
I plunge in and groan immediately. She feels so fucking good. She fits like a glove.
"Christ," I say. "You feel so good, Stephanie."
I begin to move in and out of her rhythmically. She moans as I thrust in and out of her perfect little body. I lean down and kiss her.
"You're mine, Stephanie," I say in between kisses. "I own you."
She whimpers and arches her back. I don't want to take long, because I actually don't want to hurt her. I speed up my pace and wrap a hand around her neck. I increase the pressure a bit as I kiss her.
Her breasts brush up against my bare chest, and I feel her nipples stiffen. That sends me over the edge, and I explode into her, filling her with my seed. I pull out, exhausted.
"What have you done to me?" I murmur as I lie back on the bed. I reach up and work the knots loose at her wrists, then her ankles, rubbing the pink lines the rope left behind.
I pull her towards me, and she immediately snuggles up. She's the coziest thing I've ever experienced. She's like a warm blanket, hot tub, and chocolate chip cookie all rolled into one. Her eyes close and her breathing starts to slow. I brush her hair and realize she's drifted off to sleep.
I stare up at the ceiling as I contemplate everything. It's crazy that last night I was still trying to deny this, deny what we have. I mean, I was so far in denial that I fought that guy, Philip, she was with.
You know what? Maybe in a perverse kind of way, that's what I needed. I needed to see her with somebody she actually liked to feel that jealousy. I didn't realize I cared that much until I saw her with him.
And it's not just that, because I've seen her with other men before, even with him, but it was seeing the way she looked at him. It was seeing that she actually wanted him. That's what kicked my possessiveness into overdrive.
I realize that I'd been lying to myself for a long time, but now I see the truth so clearly. I want her.
If I know anything at all in this world, it's that I want her. More than I've ever wanted anything, if I'm being honest.
No more fucking around, no more being indecisive. Yeah, there are risks. I'm older, I'm her landlord, etcetera, but it doesn't really matter. We've crossed so many lines that you may as well call us union busters at this point.
It would be foolish and cowardly not to go for it. Not to fight for her.
And I'd never forgive myself if I didn't.