Chapter 40 Emily
EMILY
My brain had turned to static.
I was dimly aware of Cam removing my hands from behind his neck, of his arm wrapping around my waist. Then the world tilted as he shifted our positions, lowering me onto my back on the recliner while he moved over me.
The cotton bonds remained snug against my skin, a heavy weight that kept my arms pinned high. It was a constant hum of pressure reminding me of where I was. Who I was with.
I should probably be freaking out right now. This was new. Uncharted territory. I’d never been tied up before, never given someone this much control, never felt this kind of surrender.
And I’d fucking loved it.
Cam took my bound wrists and lifted them above my head. I could barely catch my breath as he secured the rope to the back of the recliner. Testing it gently to make sure it would hold but wouldn’t hurt.
When he was satisfied, he looked down at me. “How do you feel?”
There were probably a thousand things I could say. Vulnerable. Exposed. Overwhelmed. Turned on beyond belief.
“Fucking amazing,” I whispered.
The smile that crossed his face was one of feral satisfaction. “Good.”
His hands moved to my bra, pushing it up to expose my breasts. Then he worked my skirt down my hips, taking my panties with it, until I was bare beneath him except for the bunched fabric of my blouse and bra.
I tugged against the constraints. Just a test. The knot held firm without biting into my wrists, keeping me utterly helpless.
I could get free if I needed to, but the reality of my immobility hit me hard.
I couldn’t reach for him. I couldn’t hide.
Couldn’t do anything but lie there and let him look at me. ..
It made everything more intense.
He knelt between my legs on the recliner and slowly undid his zipper.
His gaze locked on mine as he freed himself from his jeans. The sight of him, thick and hard, punched the air from my lungs. He wrapped his hand around his cock and gave a slow stroke, base to tip, his thumb circling the head.
“God, Em,” he murmured, voice gravel-low. “You look fucking gorgeous like this. Tied up for me. All flushed and open.”
Heat flooded my cheeks, but I arched into the words, my body begging without shame.
The rope tugged at my wrists when I strained, a delicious pull that grounded me in the moment.
I watched him pump himself again, deliberate and unhurried, his muscles flexing under that olive skin.
Each slide of his hand made my core clench, empty and aching.
My hips lifted off the leather. A reflex. I wanted his hands on me so badly I burned with it. All I could do was lay there, though, breath heaving, and let him see everything I usually tried to keep in the dark.
He leaned forward, still stroking himself. His free hand traced my inner thigh, nails grazing just enough to spark electricity. “So responsive. I could watch you squirm all fucking day.”
“Don’t tease.” The words tumbled out, half plea, half demand.
A chuckle rumbled from his chest. He settled closer, fingers swiping between my legs, parting me with ease. Slick from before, I knew he’d feel it. One finger circled my clit, light at first, like testing a flame.
I gasped, hips bucking. “Cam.”
“That’s it.” He pressed firmer, rubbing in tight loops that sent sparks shooting up my spine. “Let me hear you.”
The pressure built fast. He alternated strokes, sometimes flicking over my sensitive clit, other times pinching gently before soothing with his thumb.
My breaths came in sharp bursts, thighs trembling as he worked me higher.
His fingers splayed over my pussy and he dipped lower to gather more wetness, then dragged it back to swirl around that swollen point.
“Please.” It came out as a whine, tears pricking my eyes. The edge hovered so close, desire twisting into something raw, almost painful. “I need...”
“Shh.” He quickened the rhythm, his own strokes faltering as he watched my face. “I’ve got you. Come on, Em. Show me how bad you want it.”
A sob escaped, my body coiling tight. There was no let up, he kept rubbing circles that blurred into friction, until I shattered, waves crashing through me in shuddering pulses.
He eased back, shoulders heaving. Fumbled in his pocket for a condom. I caught the foil packet’s tear, his quick roll down the length. Solid. Ready.
The recliner groaned under his weight as he braced his hands on the armrests.
He loomed over me, a wall of solid muscle and intent.
He didn’t rush. Instead, he pressed forward until I felt the blunt pressure at my entrance, his gaze burning into mine.
He was waiting for me to look away. To flinch.
When I didn’t, he pushed in slow. Claiming me inch by inch.
“Fuck,” he groaned, bottoming out. “So tight. Perfect.”
I moaned, adjusting to the stretch, the fullness. He held still a beat, letting us both breathe. Then he withdrew halfway, thrust back in with control. The angle hit deep, rocking the chair.
“Yes.” My voice cracked.
He set a harsh rhythm, hips snapping forward. Each drive ground against that spot inside, building friction anew. Hands gripping the arms, his biceps bulged, veins standing out. Sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping onto my collarbone.
“Harder.” I pulled at the ropes, chasing more.
He obliged, pounding into me. The slap of skin echoed, mixed with our gasps. He shifted, angling to rub my clit with every plunge. Heat spiraled again, faster this time.
I cried out, clenching around him as another peak ripped through me. He followed with a guttural sound, hips stuttering before he stilled, pulsing inside me.
Cam stayed inside me for a moment longer, both of us breathing hard, then carefully withdrew. I felt the loss of him immediately, but then his hands were on me, gentle and reassuring.
He reached up and untied the rope, his movements careful, deliberate, as he worked the knot at my wrists loose. The cotton fell away and he brought my hands down between us, his thumbs rubbing gently over the faint marks the rope had left.
Not painful. Just impressions in my skin that would fade in minutes. Evidence that this had happened. That I’d let it happen.
That I’d wanted it.
“You okay?” He pressed a kiss to one wrist, then the other.
“Yeah.” My voice was soft, a little dazed. “That was...”
I didn’t know how to finish that sentence. Amazing didn’t cover it. Life-changing felt too dramatic. But something had shifted inside me during the past however-long-that-was, something I was still trying to wrap my head around.
“Intense?” Cam offered, and I could hear the smile in his voice.
“Intense,” I agreed, managing a small smile of my own. “I didn’t know I could... I mean, I’ve never...”
He shifted, moving to the side and taking me with him, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me against him. The position was awkward on the recliner, but I didn’t care. I just burrowed into him, breathing in his scent.
“You were perfect, Em. So fucking perfect.”
Warmth bloomed at his words, but doubt crept in at the edges. Had I been? I’d never done anything like that before. What if I’d gotten it wrong somehow?
“Really?” I heard the wobble in my voice and hated it. The old doubt flared hot and fast. “It wasn’t... weird? I didn’t do it wrong?”
Cam pulled back enough to lock eyes with me.
His gaze was dark, possessive, and entirely honest. “Wrong? Emily, that was the hottest experience of my life. Watching you let go like that, trusting me with that kind of control. Seeing how much you loved it.” He brushed the hair away from my face, the gesture so tender it made my throat tight. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Oh.
The warmth spread, chasing away the doubt. He meant it. I could see it in his eyes, feel it in the way he was holding me.
My smile widened, and I felt some of my usual brightness breaking through the haze. “I think I have some idea.”
He laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest, and kissed my forehead. Then my nose. Then my mouth, soft and sweet, nothing urgent about it. Just us, connected in this moment.
I settled against him with a contented sigh, my head resting over his heart, one leg hooked over his. The afternoon air was cooling around us, raising goosebumps on my skin, but I couldn’t bring myself to suggest we move inside. Not yet.
His hand traced lazy patterns on my back and I relaxed into him, my breathing slowing to match his.
I’d just discovered something about myself. Something I hadn’t known was there. And instead of feeling scared or ashamed or weird about it, I just felt... safe. Satisfied. Seen.
“Cam?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
He pressed another kiss to the top of my head, his arms tightening around me. “Anytime, sweetheart. Anytime.”