Page 36 of His to Keep
She turns her head, gaze locking with mine over her shoulder, and the teasing glint in her eyes almost sends me over the edge already. “You’ve imagined this?”
“God, yes,” I groan, thrusting harder. “I’ve made myself come to the thought of doing this to you every damn day since we met.”
Her eyes darken. “Me too,” she whispers.
Fuck. “You’ve touched yourself? You’ve thought of me and touched yourself?”
“Every night,” she gasps.
I close my eyes, picturing her in her bed, delicate little fingers sliding over her needy pussy.
“Not anymore,” I tell her. “From now on, this is mine.” I thrust deeper. “I make this sweet pussy come. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
My eyes lock on her face, something cold crashing into my belly when I see her eyes are getting wet. “Baby? What’s wrong?”
She shakes her head as much as she can against the pillow. “Nothing. I’m…I’m so happy.”
The cold feeling shifts immediately to the most incredible warmth. Suddenly, this position feels all wrong. I need to see her face, need to hold her. I pull out and fumble with the cuffs on the headboard. I don’t free her though—the need to keep her restrained, to control and own her entire body, is too strong. Instead I remove the restraints from the bed and bring her arms behind her back, connecting the cuffs like the ones on her ankles, keeping her wrists together nice and tight.
“So pretty all tied up,” I murmur. I press her into the bed, turning her on her side and laying down behind her, curving my body around hers, bending her legs at the knee to give me better access.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter as I press into her again. Somehow, she feels even tighter like this. Better still, I can wrap an arm around her, the feel of her soft, curvy little body pressed against me so perfect I can’t breathe for a second. My other hand goes to the cuffs on her wrists, using her restrained hands as leverage to pound into her. She turns her head, eyes locked with mine, perfect whimpers escaping her mouth with every thrust.
“You’re mine,” I tell her, feeling the truth of it in every fiber of my body. There’s no way I can give her up now.
“I’m yours,” she whispers back, and something so right and true clicks into place in my chest. This is how it’s supposed to be. Me and her. I don’t give a shit if it’s only been a week—she belongs to me.
The realization has me close to losing my mind but I need to get her there first. I pause long enough to fumble with the restraints at her wrists and ankles, disconnecting the cuffs. Now I can part her legs. I bend her knee again, raising her leg high so I can get at her. “Hold this,” I command. Once she has her own leg held up and back, I bring my fingers to her clit and slide back inside the sweetest pussy I’ve ever felt.
“You’re going to come for me,” I tell her.
“Yes. So soon, sir.”
“Good.” I twist my free hand into her hair, tugging hard so her head falls back and I can kiss her.
“That hurts,” she murmurs in a sweet, innocent little voice that makes me pump my cock even harder.
“I know,” I growl against her mouth. “I like making it hurt.”
Her desperate whimper is enough to show me that she likes it just as much.
“God, Rebecca, you have to come. I can’t…I’m losing my mind.”
Her gaze locks into me, her eyes wild. “Pull harder,” she whispers. “Make it hurt more.”
Damn. This woman is going to kill me. How is it possible that someone so absolutely perfect for me has existed in this world all these years without me knowing it?
I tug her hair, loving the gasp that leaves her, and press my fingers harder into her clit, circling fast. “Oh, sir,” she gasps. “Oh, I’m…oh please.”
She comes apart around me, her wet warmth clenching around my cock. I stare at her face while she comes, completely enthralled. Rebecca coming is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I promise myself right then and there that this is a sight I’m going to be seeing as many times as possible. For the rest of our lives, if she’ll have me. That thought—the idea of forever with her—pushes me past the brink. I pull her still shaking body against me and let go, whispering her name over and over as I come deep inside her.
Rebecca
Idon’t leave Luke’s house until Monday morning. Even after three nights together, he still tries to talk me out of leaving when I say I need to go home for clothes. “Why you want to cover all this up I have no idea,” he murmurs, running a fingertip over my naked hip.
I raise an eyebrow at him. “You want me to go to work like this? You want all of your employees to see—”
