Page 106 of Ace of Spades

"Good quality," I murmur. "Soft enough not to leave burns. Strong enough to hold you still."

Her throat bobs.

I walk back to the bed, patting the mattress. "Get up here."

She scrambles onto the bed, heart pounding so hard I can see the thrum in her neck.

"Safe word?" I ask.

She thinks for a second, then says, "Kickstand."

I grin. "Cute. And fitting."

I kiss her once, slow and deep. "You say it, everything stops. No shame. No hesitation. You run the show, Sienna. Understand?"

"Yes," she whispers.

I take her wrists gently and begin looping the rope around them with precise, sure movements — wrapping, knotting, leaving just enough slack to move but not enough to break free.

Her breath hitches with every pass of the rope.

When I finish, I stand back, admiring my work—her wrists bound together above her head, her hair spilling across the pillow, her chest rising and falling fast.

"Christ, you’re beautiful," I mutter.

I trail kisses down her arm, across her collarbone, lower… until she’s trembling beneath me.

I check in with her, murmuring against her skin, "Still good?"

"Better than good," she gasps.

And then I take my time worshipping her, using my mouth, my hands, my body and pushing her higher and higher until she’s sobbing out my name in pleasure, the rope biting deliciously into her skin as she writhes for me.

She trusts me.

Shegaveherself to me.

And I intend to make sure she never forgets what it feels like to be wanted this way.

* * *

The sun’s rays are peaking through the blinds just above Sienna’s bed, when I hear my phone’s ringtone somewhere nearby.

The woman next to me groans as she stretches her arms up over her head and yawns, sinking down further into the sheets.

The ringing stops. So I roll over on my side and tug her body against mine. We’re both still naked. And my God, there’s nothing more perfect than the feeling of her flesh against mine.

I kiss her neck and she giggles.

“I don’t think I’m going to be able to work today,” she admits. “I’m sore all over.”

I chuckle against her skin. “Then it’s a good thing I told everyone to stay home since we’ll be working a week straight with the competition.”

She scrunches her face. “Wait, really?”

I kiss her again. “Really.”

“Thank God,” she breathes out. “I was already worried about how we’d cover up the hickey.”

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