Page 22 of For Your Heart
I noticethe first time Damon stays with me during sex. The entire time. It feels even better than all the rest. Though I swear he’s trying to kill me by refusing to let me come when I need to.
It’s been three times now that he’s tied me up with my hands over my head while he fucks me into oblivion. Painful oblivion. Fuck, not coming when you need to is a sick, sexy kind of torture. I don’t know if I love it or hate it.
What I’m loving right now is that Damon is still here. He’s already cleaned me and is examining my wrists. I bought a rope for him to use but it’s made my wrists raw. They hurt and not in a good way.
His fingers going over the skin makes my stomach flutter. His eyes meet mine for a second and he leaves the bedroom for the bathroom again. When he returns, it’s with lotion that he’s reading the back of.
Damon sits back on my stomach, his now mostly soft dick laying across my skin. I want to touch him. Will he let me? I want to know what he feels like.
I’m distracted when he begins to gently rub lotion into my wrists. “We’re going back to the ties,” he says. “I don’t want to actually hurt you.”
“I don’t mind,” I say.
“I do. Sex should be good, only leaving marks that we want. I don’t want ones like these on you.”
How am I supposed to take that? Does that mean something? The way my stomach flutters and my chest warms, I want it too. I can’t want that, though. I can’t.
“Maybe we can try the ropes again in a different way?”
His pretty eyes meet mine. “No.”
I bite my lip. I’m so damn surprised when he takes my lip between his teeth that I moan. Damon chuckles. “I’m going to keep tying you up, Sage. You move far too much. I want you perfectly still while I use your body. I want you helpless under me.”
My head is dizzy with this promise.
“Does that sound good?” he asks.
“Yes!” I say far too loudly, then shiver and reach for his legs, gripping him tightly. “I want that so much. I’ll do anything. Please let me come, though.”
He chuckles. The sound goes straight to my balls.
Damon clicks the lotion shut and moves off me. I almost whine at the loss but I’m taken completely off guard when he lays next to me. My breath comes in shallow, short bursts as I try to think what this means. What am I supposed to do right now? Should I stay quiet? What is he thinking?
He sighs and tugs me to him. “You’re a very loud thinker, Sage. Stop thinking so much. Just enjoy the moment, all right?”
Swallowing, I nod and try to shut it all down. It doesn’t work. Every bit of me twitches. My foot. My fingers. Then my thigh. My arm.
Damon laughs. “Jesus, Sage. Do you consume too much sugar?”
“No. I’m just… excitable. Over hyper or something, the doctors called it.”
“Ah.” He shifts and wraps me in his arms, his legs, his entire being. His voice is soft when he speaks. “Listen to my heartbeat and relax. Think of nothing else but my heartbeat and my breathing. Can you do that?”
“No,” I say, but turn my attention to doing just that. It’s impossible. Unfeasible. Ridiculously hopeless. And yet, I find myself lulled into a moment of peace where all I’m aware of is Damon. It feels good. Like… happiness. The way he fits against me. How his steady breaths calm me. It feels so good.
Too soon, he pulls away. There’s a soft smile on his lips as he touches mine with this thumb. “Much better. I’ll see you tomorrow. Okay?”
I nod, staring at him. Wanting to say something but too afraid of what’s going to come out of my mouth. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep it in. I don’t want to push him away. A feeling in my gut says I will if I get too… invested.
* * *
This carrieson for a few more days. Damon comes over every single day after work, ties me up with my ties, refuses me an orgasm until he’s done using me—and fuck, he can go on forever!—then holds me for a while until I’m completely lax and dazed in his arms.
Then he leaves.
But there’s another very distinct difference now—he’s never in his head anymore. He’s looking right at me, talking to me through my incessant whining and begging, my pleading for him to let me come.
When I get too close, his hand wraps painfully around my dick as he pulls out of me. Do I sob when he does that? Yes. Like a damn child!
