Page 84 of Piece By Piece

“Are you still cold?” I ask. I don’t want to hurry while I make sure the knots are comfortable, and I can’t have her freezing in the meantime.

“I’m burning, actually. Just keep talking to me and I’ll be perfect,” she assures. I grin to myself and start wrapping her first calve up in a net of knots.

I keep her entertained, telling her all the things I plan on doing to her while I tie her legs in place, casually slipping in the question whether she’s okay and comfortable when I have an opening. Glad when she confirms.

The sight of her once I’m done, so thoroughly at my mercy and trusting me to make her feel good is enough to wreck my body with tremors.

“There we go, baby. Now, I can finally take care of your needy little pussy. I can see her weeping for me, already dripping onto our sheets when I haven’t even touched you. My poor thing,” I taunt, leaning over to kiss her.

She arches her neck to meet my lips halfway, clearly as eager as me to start this. My hands move over her body, touching every inch I can reach while kissing her with the kind of reverence I’ve only ever dedicated to her.

I spend extra time on the parts I know make her the weakest. Her sensitive breasts, a little squeeze around her throat, a firm grip on the meat on her hips.

By the time my right hand makes it to the apex of her thighs, she’s barely kissing me back, damn near panting against my lips. I don’t mind it, happy to put all my focus on the task of touching her.

I push two fingers inside her without any warning, meeting no resistance with how wet she is. Aliena’s back arches off the bed when I curl them against her g-spot, and my next kiss lands on her jaw.

I trail more down her body until my face meets my fingers on her pussy, my lips closing around her swollen clit. I keep my eyes on her as I eat her out with exactly the kind of determination she deserves, savoring every lick and nibble at least as much as she does. She’s got the most addictive taste no matter where I kiss her. I can never get enough of it.

My fingers stay buried deep inside of her tight heat while my mouth works on her clit until she comes apart underneath me, writhing against her confines.

My attention sharpens on her every reaction, her every move right down to the way she breathes. I don’t stop eating her out as long as her orgasm is still rushing through her, not even when my worries arise again about her crashing because I ruined bondage for her the last time.

But she doesn’t. She merely slumps against the mattress after a few more seconds, her breaths deep and her features relaxed.

I move up her body to get a closer look, dropping an occasional kiss in passing because it’s like her very skin calls out to me with its siren song.

By the time my lips meet hers, the hunger has returned to her gaze, her blissed out state only lasting a second. Insatiable as she is. She wasn’t lying about wanting everything tonight.

I place a thick pillow underneath her hips, preparing to hit her at a better angle as I check in one more time. “You’re doing so fucking amazing, Sweetheart. You can’t imagine how stunning you are, tied up and flushed from yourorgasm.” I press another kiss to her lips. “Do you want me to fuck you now? Or should I make it a three-course meal? You know I’m perfectly happy with either.”

I pull back just enough to see her smile. “Fuck me, Sebastian. I want you to wreck me to pieces and then put me back together. I know you’ll take care of me.”

Her reassurance settles some deep-rooted anxiety I wasn’t aware was there, proving she knows me better than I do myself. My heart pounds almost painfully, as if unable to handle the love and adoration constantly growing when it comes to Aliena.

“Always, baby. I’ll be so good to you,” I promise as I bring my dick to her entrance. The first touch of my sensitive tip against her soaked folds nearly undoes me, but I bite back my groan and kiss her instead.

My teeth dig into her lips with every inch I slide into her, further and further until I’m bottomed out. She sighs against me, trying to clench her legs in vain.

I move deep and hard, eventually sitting up on my heels to deliver her exactly the kind of rough fucking she asked of me. My hands grip her hips, short nails digging into her smooth skin while her pussy sucks me so deep I’m already losing my mind.

The longer I fuck her, the more she tries to squirm. Her legs have just enough room for her to brace her feet against the mattress, but she can’t move them otherwise, and her arms are entirely immobile.

Still, her muscles flex, telling me if she wasn’t tied up, her hands would be all over me right now. Scratching at my hands and arms, anything she could reach in this position.

I grip her more tightly, keeping her in place as my pace turns unforgiving. Her moans pitch higher the way theyalways do when she’s walking the tightrope between pain and pleasure, my length hitting the back of her. Incomprehensible gibberish falls from her swollen lips.

“I know, baby. I got you. You can let go,” I tell her, one hand moving to rub her clit in tight circles. She cries out, her back arching and her body tensing as she comes around me.

I grit my teeth, willing to hold on for a few more thrusts to drag out her orgasm. It’s just when her spasms come to an end that I allow myself to follow her over the edge, her name on my lips and my hips flush with hers.

I brace my arms on either side of her face and just barely keep myself from crushing her as I catch my breath. My lips are on her cheek, lazily kissing her so she doesn’t forget I’m right here. That I’m with her and I’ll take care of her the second I can feel my legs again.

She nuzzles against the faint touch, giving me the reassurance I need as I bridge over the few seconds. “That was amazing, Sweetheart. You’re so perfect. How are you feeling?” I ask, finally setting out to gently untie her.

She barely moves, keeping her eyes closed and her lips lightly pressed into a content smile. Her reply is barely more than a little mewl, but I take it as her way of saying she’s fine.

Once the silk is a bundle on my bedside table, I help her move her arms down and place them at her side. She doesn’t wince, doesn’t show any sign of discomfort. I release a small puff of air.

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