Page 35 of Unraveled Love

To prove it, he ran his finger further down, pressed against my exit-only area, and a moan tore from my throat at the sensations, so loudly my mind spun. That feltgood.

“You like it.” He pulled away and gave me another slap. This one was harder, louder, and the force of it took me to my toes. I dug them into the carpet to keep my knees from giving out. The whip of pain quickly turned to something else, something warmer.

“Oh yeah…this is going to be a fucking blast,” Shawn said. I glanced at him over my shoulder. He stroked himself, grinning like a madman at my burning ass, and moved closer. “We’ll leave the new stuff for another time. Tip your ass up for me as far as you can, and remember, you staystopand I stop. Okay?”

“Yes.” No way in hell was I stopping any of this.

I expected him to grab my hips and thrust right in, so I jumped when his lips brushed against my spine, dancing over my shoulder blades.

“Look at you, beautiful girl, all spread out and helpless for me. I could do anything to you and you’d like it, wouldn’t you.”

“Yes.” I was so wet. So hot. So achy and desperate for him I would have said anything, but he read the truth in that one word and kissed his way down my spine until his hands finally curled around my hips and he stood. He teased me with the tip of him, running it over my clit that was so swollen, pulsing with desperation and already so close to climaxing I wouldn’t last long.

“Ready?”

I nodded, words no longer in my vocabulary. He eased in slowly, teasing me, pulling out and pushing in, giving an inch at a time until I was moaning, begging, breathless for him.

“Hold on,” he warned, and I laughed.

There was nothing to hold on to. My fingers curled into the ties and I pressed my forehead to the bed coverings as Shawn finally started moving.

He took me ruthlessly, almost angrily. He tilted my hips further, forcing me to my tiptoes, and he found that spot deep inside of me, making me cry out into the bed.

Heat spiraled and exploded all at once, and I screamed his name into the mattress as my orgasm took me so hard and fast terror struck me. Good God. How did he manage to make my orgasms so fierce? He was a magician, so damn talented I wanted to spend the rest of my life naked at his command. My climax spiraled, felt like it lasted forever, and there was nothing I could do to end it.

I was completely at his mercy, and a thrill whipped though me at the thought.

“Oh shit, Addi.” Shawn’s fingers dug into my flesh and he eased over me, allowing my feet to go back to the carpet as he kept moving, settling a palm at my shoulder, pulling me back to him as he continued moving inside of me.

One orgasm crested, slowed, quickly built into another, and shattered. My entire body shook as Shawn’s movements turned ragged and quickened and then he slammed into me, groaning my name and burying his face in my back as he came for what felt like forever.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, kissing my dampened skin. “You are so damn incredible.”

I was still mindless, barely feeling the slack in the ties as he undid them from the bed and lifted me, walking with his knees on the bed, holding me like a bride.

“Let me hold you. That was intense.”

Intense didn’t begin to describe it, but intelligent vocabulary hadn’t yet returned so I curled into him when he laid us down.

“My wrists are still tied.”

“I know.” He tugged one playfully. “I might keep them on you forever.”

And suddenly, being bound, at least when it was to Shawn, didn’t seem like a terrible thing at all.

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Shawn

Addi fell asleep almost instantly and I embraced her, held her body to mine while she pressed her backside against my dick. I needed to clean us up, but I gave her another few moments of rest.

For the first time since the night she’d been taken, I finally felt relaxed. As worried as I’d been about her desire to be bound, it’d been such a damn turn-on, so perfectly in line with my own desires, and I said a quick, silent prayer it hadn’t done more damage.

If I could replace that living nightmare with the pleasure she’d wrung from me—if it meant half as much to her as it did it to me—I would gladly do that with Addi again and again, forever.

This woman was made for me.

My phone rang in the distance, and I frowned. I’d left it in my jeans, which were still in the hallway.

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