Chapter Ten
Abbie
I leaned over Beau’s long body, checking the knot around his ankle before leaning back to survey my handiwork.
He was still asleep, had been for the last hour and a half.
The room Val had given us had a four-post bed, a small chair in the corner, and an antique dresser that I was contemplating stealing.
After Beau and I said our good nights, we took a shower together.
He washed me and then dropped to his knees before I had the chance to put conditioner in my hair, hiked one of my legs over his shoulder, and feasted on me until I saw God.
When we’d gotten into the room, he said I didn’t have to return the favor until we were back in the cabin. Now, it was an hour into Christmas, and I wanted to fuck my cowboy. However, I wanted to fuck him my way.
I wanted to be in control.
I wanted to make him beg.
I wanted him to be at my mercy.
He was in the middle of the bed, dressed in a pair of green plaid PJ pants, his chest golden tan and bare.
His blond hair was messed up, going in every direction, but his face reflected nothing but peace.
His handsome features were relaxed, his perfect lips slightly parted, his broad chest rising and falling slowly.
His arms were stretched out to the sides, both of his wrists tied to the bedposts with colored Christmas lights.
His ankles were tied as well, but with a beautiful crimson ribbon.
The same material I had wrapped around my breasts, just enough to cover my nipples.
I sat naked on my knees between his strong legs, my core pulsing with need as I stared at his crotch.
Beau had done so much for me.
He’d saved my life. Not once, but twice.
He’d shown me who I could be, who I was meant to be.
He helped me break the chains my mother had thrown upon me.
He gave me a sense of freedom I never thought I could have.
His love for me was the kind I’d read about in fairytales as a kid, when I snuck out of my mother’s trailer to hide in the library.
He was the reason I wanted to live. He pushed my limits, in and out of the bedroom.
He loved me.
After everything, his love for me never wavered.
“Abbie?”
I looked up at his face, finding his bright blue eyes in the dim candlelight.
He tried to move, muscles flexing as he tried to bring his hands down.
He twisted his neck, looking up, finding the string of Christmas lights wrapped around either wrist and hanging down on the headboard above him.
Slowly, oh so damn slowly, he turned his head back to me.
His nostrils flared, his eyes dropping to my naked body, lingering on the ribbon.
When he finally spoke, his gruff voice had my nipples hardening. “What are you doing, Wildflower?”
“Giving you your Christmas present,” I whispered, nearly breathless.
He grunted, his eyes dropping once more, lingering on the ribbon. “Not really a present if I can’t touch you, gorgeous.”
I bit my lip, my heart racing. “I’m not the present, babe.”
“Excuse me?”
I leaned forward, gliding a hand over his hard thigh. “Your pleasure is your present,” I rasped, finding his already hard cock against the inside of his thigh. He widened his legs as much as he could. His head shot up, his eyes narrowing on his feet. He groaned. “You filthy fuckin’ woman.”
“Are you going to let me do this, Beau?” I asked, all business now, not moving my hand.
His eyes met mine. “What are you asking for, beautiful?” he asked, voice gentle.
My mouth opened and closed, but the words never came. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach, nerves suddenly eating at me. “I want—I want control,” I finally admitted. “Over you.”
His eyes flashed, his fire burning within them. “Why is your voice shaking?”
I looked down, unsure. Perhaps this was just an idea that was good on paper.
“Give me your eyes when we’re talking about this, Abbie,” he ordered.
My head lifted. “I want to give you what you give me.”
“Pleasure?”
I shook my head. “It’s more than that.”
He flexed his abs, adjusting. “This is torture, not being able to touch you.”
“That’s how I feel when you bind my hands together.
Or when you tie me to the headboard. It’s torture…
at first,” I explained, taking my hand off him.
“Then you’re on me, touching me, kissing me, fucking me…
and the world fades away. By the time I climax, the binds don’t matter to me anymore because of you. ”
His voice was soft again. “You get lost in the pleasure. Yeah, baby. I noticed.”
I shook my head. “You give me a safe space, Beau. When I give you control, I know I’m the safest I’ll ever be because you love me.
You will never let anything happen to me.
” My face was hot, my body tight, ready for release, but my heart?
She was scared shitless. “I want to give that to you, right here, right now. I want to be your safe space in a sea of pleasure.”
“Then give it to me,” he whispered back instantly. “I trust you.”
“I need the words,” I rasped. “Please.”
“You have my consent, Abbie,” he promised. When I didn’t move, he said, “Baby, I’ll come just like this if you don’t do something. Please.”
“I want you to watch me choke on your cock,” I practically purred, leaning over and putting a hand on the mattress by his hip.
My hair fell over my shoulder, hanging down like a curtain on either side of my face as I looked up at him, trailing my nail across the waistband of his bottoms. He pressed his head back into the pillow, his hips rising.
“Fuck, Abbie,” he pushed out through his teeth as I tugged his pants down, revealing his V and rough patch of dark blond hair.
I watched his face in fascination as I slowly wrapped my fingers around his thick, hard shaft.
I whimpered, my core clenching around nothing, already imagining him inside me, filling me.
His head shot back up, eyes wild. “Is that what you want, baby?” he taunted.
“You want me to watch my little fuck toy fuck me with her mouth?”
“Stop,” I breathed, looking at his cock, thick and erect against his lower abdomen. “I’m getting distracted.”
“I never agreed I would play fair, beautiful,” he murmured gruffly. “Come sit on my face.”
I let out a small growl of frustration, fisting his cock and stroking it once.
His head fell back, a groan leaving him.
I shifted higher on the bed, my face hovering over his.
His eyes opened and just as he was about to open his mouth, my thumb swiped over the tip of his cock, feeling his pre-cum.
His mouth snapped shut. “Every time you talk dirty and try to distract me, Beau Marks, I’ll just drag this out. ”
A rough laugh escaped him. “Is that right?”
I nodded, fucking him with my hand now. “Yes.”
The grin on his face was downright feral. “I can smell your arousal, gorgeous. This is more torture for you than it is for me. Feed me that cunt and I can make it all better.”
I could practically feel his tongue against my clit then, but no, I was in control. “I warned you,” I cooed, releasing him and getting off the bed.
“Where the hell are you going?” he quietly growled.
My mouth remained shut as I walked over to the chair in the corner, making a show of swaying my hips.
The flames burning atop the candles lined up across the dresser flickered as I walked by and when I turned around, my knees weakened at the sight before me.
My big, strong cowboy, all tied up, powerless.
His chest heaved, his eyes watching my every move as I picked up the chair and moved it to the side of the bed.
He needed a good view, after all.
“Abbie,” he clipped.
I ignored him, taking a seat. A beat of silence passed between us before I lifted my knees, putting my hands on them, and stuck out my bottom lip.
“You’re right, cowboy. This is torture for me.
I’ve been craving your cock since your tongue touched my clit in the shower.
After a long day, I needed my man to fuck me right,” I explained, taunting him.
I slowly opened my knees, baring my pussy to him.
He strained against the bindings, his jaw jumping, eyes on my soaked core. “Baby.”
“I need to feel good,” I purred, hooking my knees over the armrests, letting my long legs hang down. I stuck two fingers in my mouth, sucking on them like I would his cock, moaning around them. “You aren’t listening to me, Beau. Which means I need to do all the work.”
“Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” he snarled.
I pulled my fingers out of my mouth with a pop. “You’re not in control, babe,” I reminded him coolly as I trailed my digits over my ribbon-covered breasts and stomach, stopping at the patch of curls on my mound. “Watch and be quiet.”
I touched myself then, grazing the pad of my index finger over my swollen clit, feeling how wet I was.
A whimper left me as my back arched, my body in control now.
My fingers moved of their own accord, circling my clit, setting a pace I’d taught myself years ago.
The soft wet sounds filled the air around us as I watched him watch me.
His features softened, eyes ablaze. “Fuckin’ hell,” he grunted, flexing his hips again, humping the air.
My lips parted at the sight. “Yeah,” I breathed. “Watch me, Beau.”
“Couldn’t look away even if I wanted to,” he shot back, frustration eating at him.
I let my head rest against the back of the chair and brought my free hand to trace the outside of my nipple through the ribbon. “I need your mouth here,” I breathed, imagining his teeth pulling at the tender flesh, his cock pounding into me.
“I can give that to you,” he said, sounding tortured. “Untie me, Wildflower.”
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I need you to listen to me. Obey me.”
He went silent then, and soon, I was panting, my own climax building. I moaned his name, imagining him breaking free, picking me up, and fucking me against the wall, his hand over my mouth as he made me see stars. My core clenched again, and my hips started rotating, searching for him.
“Christ.”
“Yes,” I rasped, eyes closed, lost in myself. “Yes, Beau.”
“Baby, get back up here and touch me. I’m sorry,” he pleaded, voice shaking with need. “I’ll listen. Please, beautiful.”
My eyes opened, my fingers moving faster now. “I need you to be…oh, fuck.”
“Need me to be what?” he pressed feverishly, the bed creaking as he pulled against the restraints. There was no way he was getting out of those. I’d been tying knots just as long as he had.
“I need you to be…” I trailed off on another moan, meeting his eyes.
His next words set me off, forcing me to reach the peak before I could stop it. “You need me to be your good boy, baby? Is that it?” he growled.
Good boy.
I was gone. My mouth fell open as my back arched, my hand going faster and faster, my clit spasming as I came in front of him.
“That’s fuckin’ it,” he praised, taking his role back as pleasure wrapped around me. “Come for me, Abbie. Only me.”
“Beau, Beau, Beau.”
“I’m your good boy, baby. I’ve been a good boy, now come fuck me,” he clipped harshly.
I was out of the chair in an instant, climbing on the bed, then onto him. I pressed my pussy against his thick shaft, grinding back and forth against it, still coming.
“God dammit,” he groaned, his head going back into the pillow.
I whimpered, a second climax coming as I planted my hands on his hot chest. “Take it, Beau,” I whispered. “Take it like a good boy.”
“If I don’t get inside your cunt, I’m going to die,” he breathed out, a sound coming from him I’d never heard before. My eyes widened as I watched him. He looked up at me, eyes pleading as he whimpered, “Put my cock inside you. Please, baby. Please.”
I slid forward, arched my hips, found his tip, and took him. To. The. Hilt. We both moaned, and I didn’t hesitate, didn’t bother giving myself time to adjust. I fucked him, hard and fast, bouncing on his cock, and he watched in awe.
“Thank you,” he chanted. “You feel so good. Thank you.”
“Beau!”
“Yeah, Abbie, make me fuck your cunt. I’m yours. I’ll always be yours.”
My nails dug into his skin. “You’re mine,” I whispered, groaning.
“Need you to get there,” he warned.
I shook my head. I needed his hands on me.
“Not yet.” I slowed my hips, his cock pulsing inside me as I leaned over, grabbing the Christmas lights.
With a simple tug, the strand of lights around his wrists loosened, and he was free.
I didn’t even get a chance to pull the lights away before his arms were around me, yanking me down.
My face was in his neck, and with a growl, he snatched my hands from his chest, yanking them behind me and wrapping the lights around my wrists.
When he was done, he adjusted his hips, banding both of his arms around me and fucked.
I bit down on his shoulder to stifle my scream as he pounded up into me at a ruthless pace, his balls slapping my pussy as he tortured me with his words.
“Good boys fuck their women until they can’t walk.”
“Good boys make their women come.”
I felt his tongue on the shell of my ear then. “You’re shaking, baby. Your good boy’s cock too much? Hmm?”
I couldn’t form words. All I could give him was a moan.
He chuckled then, huffing in my ear. “Good boys fill their fuck toy’s little pussy, don’t they, baby?”
I nodded, arching.
“Filthy woman,” he whispered. “Torturing me on Christmas.”
“M-make me come,” I begged. “Please.”
His hand dropped to my ass, grabbing a handful. “Not done fuckin’ you.”
“Beau!”
“Beg for it,” he shot back, smacking my ass.
“Please, please make me come, Beau.”
“What are you?”
“Your dirty little fuck toy,” I rasped, eyes rolling back as my core began to tighten around him.
He shoved his hand between us, hips still snapping, and found my clit. He pinched it as his other hand grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking me back so he could see my face. “Come,” he commanded, his eyes shining with lust.
I fell into the abyss, my body bucking in his hold as I did as he commanded.
“There you go,” he praised roughly, his thrusts becoming erratic. “There’s my wildflower.”
No matter how many times the roles reverse between us, I would always be his wildflower.
And he would always be my Beau.
“I love you,” I breathed.
He muttered a harsh curse as his cock swelled inside me, filling me.
And by the time we both came down, we were too exhausted to move.
We’d unwrap each other when the sun came up.