Page 37 of Bond Strength

“So, let’s start in the kitchen.” I drew him from the foyer to the first doorway to the right. My kitchen was all country blues and brushed metal furnishings with white countertops and cabinetry.

Declan let his gaze roam the space. “Looks efficient. I like that the sink is so close to the oven.”

The comment struck me square in the chest, and amusement bubbled up so hard I couldn’t restrain my laugh.

Declan drew hisbrows together.

The laughter exploded out of me, my shoulders shaking. The response was so utterly him, and I didn’t know why I’d been stressing in the first place. “I was nervous about you liking my place. I wanted you to be comfortable here.”

“You’re in it. Of course I’d be comfortable.”

Oh.

Oh, damn.

If I hadn’t already been in love with Declan, those words would’ve vaulted me right over the edge. I squeezed his hand tight, unable to convey how much his simple statement meant to me. I led him from the kitchen to the dining room, which was a mixture of hunter greens, golds, and rich mahogany. Around the corner was the living room, with relaxed light pine flooring, tan couches, and reddish orange accents to lighten the room. Declan absorbed it all, and while he made the occasional comment about functionality, worries of how he viewed my space had abandoned me.

“And your bedroom?” he asked, a spark in his eyes that shot a thrill through me.

“Upstairs.” I tugged his hand up. My heart thumped in time with our footsteps at having him in my space. “I’ve got my bedroom and a guest bedroom up here, and the bathroom is situated between them.”

“Mind if I take a quick shower to clean myself out?” Declan asked. “I wouldn’t mind revisiting certain experiences from last time.”

“If you want me to bind you up and eat your ass, that’s a dream come true for me,” I admitted, my pulse thumping hard. I stopped in front of the bathroom. “Go right ahead.”

He flashed me a grin and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. I walked to my bedroom, the hiss of the water sending adrenaline rushing through me. Holy fuck. Declan in my house was a total dream, and in mere minutes, he’d be in my bed too.

I switched on the light and took a second to straighten the rumpled comforter. Then I dipped into the bottom drawer of my nightstand, where I kept a few toys and restraints that didn’t get the use I wanted. The trust involved with restraint, the power exchange there, turned me on something fierce, but it wasn’t the easiest play with one-night stands.

However, Declan was anything but a one-night stand for me.

If I could keep him forever, I would.

By the time I’d untangled the leather restraints and placed them on the bed, the water had stopped running. A moment later, Declan stepped into the bedroom, his wet strands of hair slicked back, his body dewy and fresh from the shower. I salivated. His slender form was imprinted in my spank bank for eternity, with his cock jutting out, fully hard. He was less definition and all smooth lines, and I wanted to spread his cheeks and lap at his hole until he was begging.

His pretty blue eyes flared when they landed on the restraints in the middle of the bed. “What do I do if it’s too much?”

“Just tell me to stop. We’re not doing intense play or anything, and I’ll be paying attention.”

“What if my mouth is full?”

Fuuuuuck. The image of him bound up and gagging on my cock—ngh. “Snap your fingers. I’ll listen for the cue.”

“Sounds perfect.” He strode to my bed as if he was naked in my house all the damn time. “You going to join me or just hang around dressed for the night?”

“So much sass. Get in the middle of the bed for me and lie on your back.” I unbuttoned my shirt and tugged it off, needing to be stripped down alongside him. I kicked off my socks and shoes and ditched the jeans and boxer briefs in one fluid motion.

Declan lay splayed out on the bed, his legs spread, his arms up, like he relaxed into the mattress. He’d set his glasses on the nightstand, and his long lashes fluttered as his breathing came in a little faster.

I snagged the lube and condoms from the top drawer of my nightstand, then settled on the bed in front of him. “You want to be all bound up for me, beautiful?”

“Yes, please.” Declan’s voice came out breathy, his blue eyes looking dreamy. Fucking hell. My cock was so hard a pearl of pre-cum welled at the tip.

I knew the exact way I wanted him. I attached one restraint around his wrist, then tightened the other around the same ankle, drawing those together. Switching to the other side, I strapped the restraints on the same way and kneeled back to admire. Fuck, the picture of him spread out for me was gorgeous.

His ankles and wrists were bound together on both sides, which left him wide open, exposing his pretty hole. But I could still see his gorgeous face, which would help, since this was our first foray into restraints together.

A dusting of hair trailed down to his cock, and he kept himself nicely trimmed around there. Honestly, it wasn’t a shock that Declan was meticulous about upkeep. He’d always been fairly precise about…most things. The creamy skin tantalized me, and the pink hole drew me in.

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