Page 11 of Not Afraid to Trust Again
My feet stopped moving when I entered to find her in the middle of the bed, naked as the day she was born. I noticed the slight pudge of her stomach, and my chest swelled. I was really gonna be someone’s father.
The sun beamed through the window, and it was too damn bright for my liking, so I closed the blackout curtains. Anxious eyes followed me around the room while I turned on the small lamp and took my clothes off. I needed to be able to see the faces she made every single time she came undone for me.
I got in bed but didn’t get on top of her like I wanted to. I sat next to her, and my dick jumped when I looked into her whiskey-brown eyes. They were filled with need.
“I’m going to give you what you need, baby. Do you trust me?”
“I do.”
“I want to try something, but if it makes you uncomfortable at any moment, let me know. Okay?”
An idea came to me as I loaded the dishwasher. The first time I tried to handcuff her, she wasn’t with it, but I wanted to try it again. I wanted her to let go of all her inhibitions and trust me enough to know I would never hurt her.
“Okay,” she whispered.
I reached into the bedside table and got my other set of handcuffs out. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t freak out, so we were off to a good start.
“Are you okay with this?”
She licked her lips and glanced around the room before she looked back at me.
“Yes.”
The strain in her voice almost made me change my mind, but I wanted her to learn to trust me more.
I leaned down and kissed her. Her lips always looked puffy, and they were one of my favorite things about her.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’m sure, Kyden.”
I smiled at her because I knew she was serious any time she said my name.
“Again, if you get uncomfortable, let me know. Tell me your safe word.”
“My what?”
We had never established or needed a safe word, but I felt it was imperative in this moment. I didn’t want to make any mistakes with this, and having her freak out on me again wasn’t something I wanted or needed.
“Safe word—a word that means I release you no matter what.”
Her teeth captured her bottom lip, and she glanced around the room.
“Um, cherries.”
I chuckled. “You sure?” She nodded. “Okay, cherries it is.”
I leaned down to kiss her again, then I grabbed both of her arms and held them over her head. She watched my every move as I put the cuffs on her wrists and locked them.
“You good?”
I was anxious to get inside of her, but I wanted to make sure she was good. She nodded.
“Good.”
I climbed on top of her, and my dick rested against her thigh. I leaned down to kiss her again. I could never get enough of her lips.
The kiss was slow and soft. Her eyes were closed, but mine were open, studying her freckles. She was able to move her arms but kept them over her head. Her eyes popped open when I took her cuffed hands into mine. A second later, she closed them again as our kiss continued. I used my free hand to run it down her body. Her skin was smooth like butter.
