Page 38 of Forever Finds Us
“Roxanne?” I asked, stroking my fingers down the outside of her thigh beneath the covers and staring up at her dark ceiling, watching the lights from a passing car outside travel its width quickly. She tucked her head into the crook of my neck, and it felt… right.
I was a little afraid to know the answer to the question I wanted to ask. What did it mean that I got off on controlling her? God, so many images flooded my head. Ropes and leather restraints. Gags and bindings.
Just thinking about it was making my body fight through its hard-won fatigue.
“Yeah?”
“Are you okay? I was a little rough there at the end.”
She lifted up on her elbow, her eyes searching mine because she’d heard the unsure tone of my voice. “Brand, I’m more than okay. That was… I don’t even have words. I loved every second of it.”
“Honestly?”
She breathed, “Yes,” and she leaned in to kiss me, her hot tongue convincing me what she’d said was true.
“Good,” I said when we came up for air. “Got any rope around here?”
“No, I don’t think so. Why?”
“Because.” I pulled her on top of me, letting her feel what she was doing to me again. “I wanna tie your hands to the bed.” I could already picture the type of knot I’d use. Bax and Rye would be proud that I hadn’t forgotten all my roping knowledge.
Roxanne froze and lifted her head. Strands of her hair caught between her lips, and fire danced through her brown eyes in burnt oranges as I tugged the soft wisps free.
A moment passed as we stared at one another, me requesting her consent to do all the things in my head I suddenly needed to do to her, and silently she gave me the yes I wanted desperately. And this time, she held my gaze and kept it.
“I don’t have rope,” she said, “but I have a silk scarf my mama gave me to wear to church.” She smirked. “But lucky for you, I don’t go to church.”
Gripping her ass cheeks in my hands, I yanked her body harder against mine. “That’s even better. Get it and then get on your knees at the end of the bed.”
She blinked, dipped her head, offering me the sexiest smile I’d ever seen, and dropped her eyes in obedience.
“Yes, sir.”
Was it possible to fuck yourself bowlegged?
If it could be done, I figured I’d probably managed it last night. I’d never gone so hard for so long. I found I liked it best when Roxanne let me pleasure her and I denied my own desire for as long as I could. The orgasms at the end of those sessions had felt otherworldly.
And damn. The way I’d worn her out? I felt like fucking Superman.
She fell asleep face down on her bed after our last go, her knees still bent and her ass in the air, her wrists bound behind her back with the silky scarf. I’d adjusted her so she could breathe, untied her and rubbed her wrists and arms softly. I left her house with a kiss on her forehead and my handprint on her ass.
I also left her two ibuprofen and a full glass of water on the table next to her bed because she was sure to be sore after the battering I’d given her pussy. But she’d said she loved it, and the harder I fucked, the harder she came.
Exploring the control… exploring her was all I could think about.
I pulled up an incognito page on my phone and searched BDSM gear, and the results made me drop the phone, and then Merv knocked on my door and pushed it open.
Shit!
“Son? You awake?”
“Yeah.”
She stepped inside my bedroom, and I adjusted the sheet over my erection, again like I was fifteen.
“Can you drive me to the doctor? My appointment’s at nine. The new car is nice, but I don’t wanna go by myself.”
“Y-yeah. You feelin’ okay?” I grabbed my phone from between my legs on the bed and clicked off the screen as quickly as I could.
