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He notched. Grasped my hips. Pulled me back onto his steel-like length, filling me in one slow movement.

A guttural whimper leaked past my parted lips, and I panted, brain buzzing, skin prickling.

“You are so perfect for me, sweetness,” he said, his voice sending delicious shivers sliding down my spine. He pushed me away and pulled me back onto him again, the tip of him hitting my cervix and making me moan again. “Curves to hold onto, softness and silky heat that drives me insane...”

My breasts began to sway with slow rhythm as he impaled me on every backward swing. He held me gently though his thrusting intensified, hands cradling my body parts like I was a fragile vase. I hovered on the edge, ready to fly and tumble into pure ecstasy I’d tasted while bound once before.

“You’re mine,” he said, reaching around my waist to brush his fingers over my clit.

I whimpered in agreement.

“Forever.” He flicked, and I gasped. “Always.”

Tingles came to life in my toes, sweeping up my bound legs and into my stomach.

Daniel pressed in deep and paused, our quickened breaths loud in the quiet room. “I love you, Becky.”

Tears welled in my eyes, and a sob exploded from my chest as a torrent of emotion released.

He held still inside me, hands caressing every inch of my skin as I cried the pent up tears I’d stifled for too long.

“Color, sweetness?” he murmured above my sniffles.

“G-Green,” I managed to sputter.

“Let it all go,” he crooned, cradling my breasts in his strong hands. “I have you.”

He backed out of my pussy—and thrust back in.

My climax exploded like stars behind my leaking eyes, tumbling me into ecstasy, seeming to wipe out every hidden hurt, every dark thought until all that existed was Sir. His hands holding me. His cock throbbing against my cervix. His seed flooding me—marking me.

“Fuck, do I love you. So fucking much,” he growled, his voice barely heard past the rushing in my ears.

I came again, crying out before going limp in his ropes, gentle light carrying me away into oblivion where tears didn’t exist.

Soft touches caressed my face. My breasts. My stomach.

“Becky?” Daniel whispered in my ear, stirring my hair.

“Mmm.” I stretched, smiling at the soft mattress beneath me and the hard body cradling my right side.

He trailed his fingertips over my stomach. “You should see all the indents in your skin from my ropes, sweetness. So fucking beautiful.”

I forced my eyes open and barely managed to lift my head. Marks from the hemp rope Daniel had strung me up with crisscrossed over my torso and stomach, hiding the lingering scars from Stephen’s cane.

Love overshadowed the damage from my past.

My throat tightened at the metaphorical image in my mind. Daniel had been my first in so many ways—and he would be my last. I cupped his face in my palm, rubbing my thumb over the red scruff on his chin.

“I love you, Daniel.” I kissed his lips, peaceful emotion welling up inside me. “Forever. Always.”

He slid his tongue along the seam of my mouth, and I opened, giving over to him…to his tender control and undemanding affection.

Chapter 29

Daniel

Two Years Later

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