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“Yes, you can, vixen. Hold it for me. Right there,” he encouraged me, his hand dropping my hair so my head could relax. My forehead hit the pillow below me as his hand ran down the length of my spine, pressing me down further until I was arched up into him like artwork rather than a woman. Or perhaps I was all woman at this moment. I didn’t know. All I knew was that I was desperate to cum and desperate to please him in equal measure.
“Almost, baby. Almost,” he grunted. I could hear how close he was. I could feel his erection throbbing deep within me as he neared his own climax.
“Please!” I keened. My hands clawed at my forearms where they were bound, needing something to anchor myself against or I was going to cum at any moment. It felt impossible.
“Cum for me, my filthy, perfect vixen,” he growled, thrusting hard into my wet heat until I felt him empty into me in long, steady pulses as he screamed.
“MINE!” His voice echoed around the room. That possessive scream of desire was my undoing, my orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave as I broke into a million tiny pieces of bliss. It was like my entire being scattered around the room as I climaxed into incredible oblivion. Still, he pumped inside of me, his thrusts continuing and anchoring me back to reality slowly, sensuously, perfectly.
He pulled out of me, the feeling of our combined releases sliding down my inner thighs. I blinked rapidly as I began to find myself once again.
And I remembered.
The ropes that bound me were suddenly not a safe place. They bit into my arms, feeling like a python squeezing the life out of me.
“Get them off. Get them off! GET THEM OFF!” I screamed, fighting against him as his hands tried to calm me and remove the ropes at the same time. I felt him shift behind me and suddenly the sound of aripfilled the room.
I was released. I was free.
I bolted from the bed to the other side of the boat’s cabin, my hand poised on the doorknob when he spoke.
“Wait,” he called to me gently. “Please wait.”
Gone was the dominant tone, the commanding presence. It was just Gideon. Just Gideon and me. I took a deep breath before I turned to face him. He was still kneeling there on the bed, a look of sad longing etched over his gorgeous face. It nearly broke me to see such a look on his once cocky, confident features.
“Please wait. Please talk to me.” He was begging me. I could hear it in his tone. An edge of guilt that I had least expected.
I didn’t know what to think.
I couldn’t think. Not in this room. Not with any real clarity.
“I need some time,” I finally choked out, holding back the tears of frustrated confusion that threatened to spill over at any second. My eyes finally took in the room. The scattered remnants of cut ropes, the clothing strewn about the cabin.
The clothes.
I was naked.
Butt-ass naked. As was he.
Quickly, I grabbed my dress, threw it over my head, and fled, forgoing my undergarments. I raced up the small staircase, across the deck and down the ladder before running as fast as I could into the house. I needed to think. Carefully, I made my way up the stairs to the bedroom, locking the door firmly behind me. This was the place I felt safest here. At least I could lock the door and be alone with my thoughts.
Which was exactly what I needed.
What the hell had just happened?
And why did I like it?
CHAPTER10
GIDEON
Well, that was a fucking shitshow and a half. More than a shitshow, it was confusing as hell. It was incredible. It was fiery and passionate, unlike anything I had ever done in kink before. Not that my previous history with scenes had been lacking in the passion department, but this was different. Naomi was different.
I knew I had fucked up, but I couldn’t find it inside myself to regret everything that had taken place. Not entirely, at least. It was incredible, but I had gone about the whole thing entirely wrong. And worse yet, I had absolutely no idea how to fix it.
I watched as she left, bolting up the stairs and out of sight before I moved a single inch. In fact, I heard her footsteps race towards the house and looked down to see the medical shears still in my hand. I’d had to cut her out of the ropes in her panic. I don’t know where it had come from, but it didn’t matter. Thank the non-existent sky daddy God on high that I’d had my training to fall back on in that moment. It was why safety was so damned important.
I didn’t care for a single second that I’d ruined the rope. Rope was replaceable. A submissive was not. My wife was not. With a heavy sigh, I resigned myself to giving her the space she had requested and set to cleaning up.
