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And since he’s so great at ruining deep moments, Sebastian pulls away, and whoops. That’s right, he whoops and hugs me around the waist beforelifting me up so I’m slung over his shoulder. Then he skips to his car, no consideration for my newly filled stomach.

“You’re an idiot,” I declare, even as I cling to him.

“An idiot you love,” he adds, whooping again.

Epilogue

Sebastian

6 months later

“Are you sure you want to do this, Sweetheart?” I ask, unable to quench the worry that’s been buzzing in my chest ever since Aliena came to me with her idea.

She huffs, her exasperation with me showing not for the first time in the last thirty minutes. “I am sure, Sebastian. Now, will you please finish tying me up? I’m getting cold because in case you haven’t noticed, I’m naked here.” Her fingers wriggle in her restraints and I know if her hands weren’t already tied, she’d motion towards her body spread out on our bed, not a stitch of clothing on her.

Letting my eyes trail over the sight she beholds is nearly enough to shut my mind off and let my instincts take over. My instincts which are very insistently screaming at me to get her nice and wet so I can sink back into her perfect pussy her.

But this is about so much more than just sex, so I keep my wits about myself.

This is her way of showing me that she trusts me and my chance to heal the damage I did the first time around. My chance to prove that she can count on me once and for all.

My chance to show her how good bondage can be so we might share that common ground in the bedroom. We have alotof fun together as it is, but maybe if I do this right, we’ll have even more things to try out in the future.

But I recognize this is a delicate matter because as much as it pains me to admit, I caused Aliena some trauma with the way I left her tied up. The more I get to know her and everything about her past, the more that’s becoming clear.

It’s bad enough that I still sometimes dream about her chafed wrists, the red marks something I never want to see on her precious skin again.

So despite her insistence that she’s all in, I want to be cautious. It’s possible that she’s completely fine with being tied up one second but gets triggered somehow the next.

It’s why I made sure she saw it when I left my phone downstairs after her proposal. Similarly to how I told her she was allowed to turn off her phone, I decided mine and all the possible distractions it could bring need to stay away this time when we do this.

Silently, obediently, I bind her hands to the headboard of our bed. Once I’m done, I tug on the silk. “Is this okay?”

She moves her arms a little, then repositions her hands so her fingers are wrapped around the bars for stability. She meets my inquisitory gaze with hooded eyes, her lips tilting up. “Feels like I can hold on perfectly when you finally fuck me like this.”

I bite my tongue to keep it from saying something unhinged in return.

I haven’t even decided on what I should do with her now that I have her wrists tied up. Do I edge her like I did the last time? Or something tamer, like some good old head to ease her back into this scene?

“What do you want me to do, Sweetheart?” I decide to ask. She’ll know what she’s in the mood for most surely, after all.

Her smile turns wicked as she gazes up at me. “Do I have to choose? It’s unfair to ask of me when you eat me out with the dedication of a starving man, you touch me as if I were a holy artifact, and you fuck me like you love me,” she muses, feigning a pout.

Her words spear me through the chest, filling me up with warmth. I lean down to kiss her, suddenly needy to feel just any part of her. “I do love you, Sweetheart. And you’re worth more to me than any object could ever be, holy or otherwise.” I brush my nose against hers and then lean back on my heels, admiring her once more.

“It would be a new experience to fuck you without having you claw at my back. Although I do relish in carrying your marks,” I trail off, mulling my choice over.

When her eyes light up like a Christmas tree, my determination grows. She doesn’t want to choose? Very fine by me. This is all about her, after all.

My hands encircle her ankles wordlessly, and I revel in her sharp intake of breath. I spread her legs, slowly so she has time to feel my gaze on every inch of her. It doesn’t matter how many hours I spend looking at her, the sight of her will always be addictive.

And it seems no matter how many hours I spend looking at her,shealways gets turned on by it.

“Seb,” she breathes when her legs are as wide as they can comfortably go, her pussy bared to me where I’m sitting between her legs.

My voice is rough when I reply, “Can you manage to keep your legs like this, or do you want me to tie them to the bed posts as well?”

“Do it. I can never stay still when you touch me.” Damn right she can’t. I take more ties from the box only to hesitate a second.

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