Jackson
I know the moment Chelsea surrenders to me. Her body uncoils, no longer struggling against the restraints. I’ve never seen her relax before. Not once.
Her trust in me is humbling, but now isn’t the time to get all sentimental. I’ve been granted dominion over this exquisite creature, and I will make sure she doesn’t regret the decision. I shuck off the rest of my clothes, roll on a condom, and settle between her luscious thighs. “Eyes open, Chelsea. You’re doing this with me.”
Chelsea’s eyes fly open, narrowing to angry slits at the command. I can’t help but leer. They’re mesmerizing, sparkling in the moonlight. “You know, you’re beautiful when you submit.”
I don’t give any more warning before I plunge balls deep in one hard thrust. Despite my threat to be ruthless, I start slow, wanting to savor the moment. Chelsea watches me warily as if waiting for me to change my mind.
This makes me want to shock her, and I roll my hips, going as deep as I can with each stroke. I’m not in a hurry. I’ve got all night. The only thing that could make this better is if Chelsea was truly with me for the experience.
Hoping to get her there, I give Chelsea in words what my body is already saying. “No one has ever moved me like you do. You’ve sent me spiraling, but I love every second of it. I want to drive you just as mad.”
“Then do it,” she whispers.
And the last bastion falls. Chelsea’s ultimate surrender is the sweetest victory. I’m in seventh fucking heaven. Feeling like a god, I rise to my knees, holding her legs up, and slam back home.
Chelsea yelps at the explosive change of pace, but I don’t lighten up. What can I say? I’m feeling a little extra motivated. Her shocked gasps soon become frenzied whimpers. I’ll never get enough of her.
I drop to my elbows and taste her lips again. Chelsea pushes against every thrust, meeting me halfway. She bites my lip when I lift again, setting me off. I explode within her, my whole body going rigid. I groan into her neck, riding out the explosive rush.
My heart eventually restarts, and I layer kisses on Chelsea’s neck and collar. “We’re a done deal, you and I,” I whisper in her ear.
“Think so?”
Pushing up on trembling arms, I hover above her face and grin. “You bet your ass.”
I touch my lips tenderly to hers and hold still, waiting for her to prove she wants this just as much. Chelsea holds out for a long time but eventually grunts and swipes her tongue across my bottom lip.
Though I’m softening, I piston my hips slowly, wringing every last bit of pleasure I can from the encounter. Chelsea hisses, her whole body over-sensitized from what I know to be the roughest sex of my life.
I reach up and release Chelsea’s hands from the binds, bringing her arms to rest around my neck, then grab her hips and stand us up. Chelsea wobbles when I set her on her feet, but my arms go quickly around her. “I’ve got you.”
Chelsea drops her forehead to my chest, and her whole body slumps. I kiss the top of her head and savor the way she leans against me. We remain that way until steady on our feet, and then I take Chelsea’s hand to lead her downstairs.
After gathering our clothes, we slip inside the private terrace entrance which lands us in my bedroom, the best room in the house. I’m not surprised that Chelsea chose to take a smaller room and leave this one for me.
She skates past me toward the hallway, holding her dress.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Chelsea halts her steps and turns around, using the shimmering red fabric to cover up. Her hair is a beautiful chaos on top of her head, and her cheeks are flushed from our lovemaking. “Um. We’re done, so I’m going to my room.”
I drop my things, not caring that I’m still naked. “No, you’re running, and I want to know why.”
“, I’m tired. I’d_”
“I don’t want to hear bullshit, Chelsea.”
She closes her eyes and grits her teeth. “Fine. I was leaving before you could dismiss me.”
Chelsea reaches for the door handle, but I stop her. “If you walk out that door, I’m coming with you.”
She must not have expected to hear that. Her eyes show it when she whirls around. “You’ll…ah…what?”
“I’m nowhere near finished with you, Jarhead. If you’re leaving, so am I.”
Chelsea stares blankly for a bit. “Okay…um…I’ll be right back?”
I cross my arms and step closer. Chelsea, surprised and hopeful, rushes to explain. “I have to handle a few things. Could you give me five minutes? I’ll be right back. I swear it.”
I nod but say, “If you don’t return, I will come get you. I won’t even care if you bolt for the security house.”
Chelsea ducks out of the room without another word. I pick up my expensive tux, drape it over a chair, and brush my teeth before sliding into bed. The clock on my phone says Chelsea has about two more minutes before I go after her.
My door swings open barely a minute later, and Chelsea tiptoes across the floor, timid as a mouse. The moonlight spilling through the windows reveals that she didn’t put on any clothes. Her hair is down, and the dramatic makeup is gone from her face.
I open the covers in invitation, and Chelsea hesitates. “…just… I need to know something first.”
The woman fidgets with her hands, noticeably nervous. This is one time I sense pushing her would be a bad idea, so I let her speak her mind. Chelsea takes one step closer to the bed and asks, “Why me?”
Her question doesn’t surprise me. I’ve actually thought about this a lot. What I could reveal might scare her away, but offering a simple reply of why not you wouldn’t be enough. Chelsea needs raw and genuine, or she’ll never relinquish the innate need to protect her heart.
“Why you?” I ask, rising from the bed. Chelsea holds her ground as I close the few feet between us. I reach up to finger her soft waves and lock eyes with her. “Because when I think about my life fifty years from now, I hear you whispering my name.”
The risk I took in revealing that truth must have been the vulnerability Chelsea needed to see. She steps into me, leaning her head against my chest. I’m tempted to hold my breath, afraid I’ll do or say something to break the spell.
I shouldn’t have worried. Chelsea lifts her head, slides her hands up my body, and pulls my mouth down to hers.