Page 59 of Unraveling with You

Glancing up at my red hands, Remington slips both arms beneath my ass, lifting me to give my taut arms a break. Blood rushes back into my hands, pushing heavy, relieved gasps from my lips.

Holding me against his chest, Remington softens his voice. “You do? Then please, Princess, tell me how I can save you. I’ll do anything.”

Our noses brush over each other, fluttering my heart. I stray from our scene to press a long, sultry kiss into Remington’s lips. He purrs, adjusting his arms beneath me to allow one hand a massaging squeeze of my ass.

Once the heat of our lips trickles to my groin, I break our kiss. “Sir Remington, I’ve saved myself for you, and the dragon desires a virgin’s blood. Defile me. Make me worth nothing.”

That line strikes my heart harder than I expected it would, carrying shame I’ve had placed on me my whole life; the longer I’ve dated Remington, the more I’ve realized I viewed my main purpose as a girlfriend was to supply sexual pleasure. But this pleasure also carries taboo, warping me into an unholy, wicked creature no matter how “pure” or “impure” I make myself.

But if I’m an inherently vile creature, Remington stands at the gates of hell with me, ready to face all wrath. That line also means what I want it to for our relationship: I chose Remington to take more firsts from me, including enacting this private fantasy. And he has welcomed all of my flaws and secrets with open arms.

Both of us breathe hard and fast, our air mixing between our gaping lips. Remington kisses me again, but this time, it’s because he’s nervous to say his line.

Beyond the main storyline we’re sticking to, we improvise our role plays to keep them fresh. But there are a few lines in particular we’re sure to mention: for Act One, there’s “I’ve come to save you,” “He hurt me,” “Save me,” “Defile me,” and Remington’s final line in this act. The one he’s holding me higher for, knowing my arms can’t take it if he waits too long.

But as he settles my toes back on the ground, he looks me in the eyes. “If these are his wicked tricks, then perhaps I understand this spell better than I believed. After all, I’ve fought my own dragons to meet you here.”

My heart shreds at the quiet, strained tone of his voice. I still don’t know who his other dragon was - other than his last ex - but I don’t need to know. I’m happy to help him through this in any way I can.

I breathe out the pain in my heart. “Sir Remington, I’d never wish this on you.”

He bites his lips. After a hard swallow, he kisses me softly. “It’s alright now; I’ve made it through. And now I can use everything I’ve learned to rescue you in whichever way it takes.”

We did it. We made it to Act Two.

“But I dare not defile you, Princess. I’ll love you with my seed, so the only thing I’ll defile is your dragon’s fun. You’ll be worth nothing to him, but everything to me.”

I bite back a smile. That wasn’t planned, but I love it. Maybe I can get creative too. “Then, Please, Sir. These ropes are bound over my heart. I only wish for them to be released by you, my true love.”

A smoldering flicker in Remington’s eyes sets my nerves ablaze. “Theyarebound over your heart, aren’t they? That simply won’t do. I’ve made a silent vow to take care of that heart of yours.”

Remington stoops before me, sweeping his hands down my restrained form. The cool, cheap fabric of my tiny dress chills my burning abdomen, but the heat of Remington’s palms sears me once he reaches my compressed thighs, giving them rough squeezes. I squirm beyond my control as tingles race up my body.

The pressure of my arms being pulled taut is working its magic on my core again. I droop my weight a little deeper, squeezing my knees together to rub my clit.

Just watching me squirm, Remington purrs like he swallowed a mouthful of something delicious. His hands skate back up, flicking the flimsy skirt that barely covers my pussy. As he meets my eyes again, his fingers trace the ropes tied beneath my breasts. “Are you sure you wish to give yourself to me?”

“Yes, Sir Remington. You’re my hero.”

His dark eyes flicker from my words. I planned that myself, hoping it’d break his cool.

With a shaky breath through his nose, Remington steps closer. I hang frozen, awaiting whatever he decides next; Act Two only ends once I tell Remington I can’t bear hanging here any longer, requiring me to utilize our safeword. I’ll be gathering the courage to use it without overthinking - the most extreme “no” I could give him during our scene - and in the meantime, I’ve given Remington full permission to tease, kiss, or penetrate me at any angle he’d like.

One second, he’s still. The next, he yanks the front of my dress, exposing both breasts. I yelp in surprise, followed by heavy, pleased breaths as Remington massages his thumbs over my bare, hardening nipples. Just his caressing touch on my breasts ripples buzzing pleasure down my abdomen, restarting my heartbeat; I’ve never been genuinely restrained to this level, adding a tremendous excitement to Remington’s every shift in touch. Especially as I stare into his fierce eyes.

Remington hums at my gaping lips. “Gorgeous, naughty girl. That feels good, doesn’t it?”

Leaning forward, I rub my breasts against his hands. “Y-yes, Sir Remington. Please, I want more of your hands on me.”

“Perhaps you’re not as pure as your dragon wishes. Have you ever touched yourself, Princess?”

I huff out sharp, panting breaths as his palms sweep faster, switching from dragging down my hips to brushing just above my pubic bone to heavier, pulsing massages over my bare breasts.

My voice comes out airy and weak as my core clenches. “Secretly. In my bedchambers.”

Remington purrs. Dragging his fingertips down the center of my torso, I flinch in delight when he lightly sweeps over my clit. Circling my body, he keeps his warm hands on me at all times - letting me feel how close he remains against me since I can’t turn my head to watch him. Each sweeping touch over my thighs, up my back, and down the curve of my ass heightens the goosebumps on my limbs. Wet heat pools between my legs.

When he grips my hip bones from behind, pulling my ass out behind me, my heart hammers faster. I know my skirt does nothing to cover me, rolling higher by the second. Whipping my panties down, Remington has to pause to peel their center off my soaked core. As my breath speeds, Remington’s low growl amplifies the tremendous tingles buzzing through my rapidly numbing arms. He drags his fingers down my exposed labia, rubbing a delighted jerk out of my hips.

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