CHAPTER 34
Kenzie
I knew he had to do it. I was his release. I was the only comfort he could take when the world fell apart around him.
But I couldn’t think about any of that while tied to his bed.
The only thing I knew when Aaron tied me up was how much I loved it.
I needed him to consume me just as much as he needed to control. It was as if we’d known that about each other when we first met. When he bought me that first drink.
He’d known it about me when I didn’t even know it about myself.
He tied me to the bed using neckties, as he had before. Two, this time, one for either wrist. He pulled my arms tight, cinching the smooth silk around my slender wrists. I gasped, more from excitement than discomfort when he tightened the restraints.
His hands found my breasts first, fondling them with the perfect balance of gentle and rough. I sighed, closing my eyes.
Then he pinched both nipples. My eyes flew open. “Ow!” I cried out, unable to hold back. “That hurt!”
“I know,” he said, doing it again. “Let the pain morph into pleasure.” I wriggled, trying to escape his grasp. He responded by pinching harder.
“See, the harder you fight, the worse it will be.” He pinched harder than ever, making me yelp.
His mouth replaced one hand, and I welcomed the end to the pressure. He sucked gently, licking, even as his fingers maintained their grip on the other nipple.
Then he bit, gently. I cried out again, arching my back, trying to buck him off. Only, the longer he went, the better it felt.
He let go. “Do you see how that worked?” he asked. “The pain becomes pleasure when the blood rushes to the site.” He did it again, biting down on my nipple until I yelped, then flicking his tongue across it. The pleasure intensified and wetness rushed between my legs.
Fuck him. I hated how right he was.
He did it again and again, taking me just to the edge between pain and pleasure. Letting me ride it, finding out my limits before pushing me beyond them.
His hot, hard length twitched in response to every cry. I could tell how much he loved to hear my reactions, knowing he was the one who caused them.
One of his hands slid between my legs, gliding through my slickness. I moaned, relieved to have a little attention paid there since I ached for him. He lingered over my entrance—then went further down until reaching my ass.
“Oh, Aaron—” I tried to wiggle away, though I knew it would only inflame him more. I couldn’t help my skittishness. I’d never had anal sex and wasn’t sure I wanted to start.
“What did I tell you about defying me?” he asked.
“I know, I know. Please, just understand—”
“I understand that you told me you wanted me to show you what your body is capable of. Let go. Let me show you. I know you’ll love it. Don’t you trust me?”
I searched his eyes before nodding.
“After this, you’ll be all mine.” His finger stopped lingering just outside, pushing instead. He broke the plane, making me wince as he filled me.
In and out his finger went—slowly. Very slowly. I breathed, accepting him, and to my surprise, a sensation I could only describe as pleasure began to build.
“Now I’ll use two,” he said, adding a second finger and using it to stretch me out. I gasped, my head falling back. He bit and licked my nipples, using the other hand to alternate between stroking my clit and teasing my wet entrance.
I moaned, completely lost. He was right—it was pointless to deny him.
A third finger.
By then I panted, groaned, grunted with every thrust. My body was alive, electric, screaming for release. The sensations he rained upon me were too much to handle.
“Please . . . please . . .” I begged.
“Please, what?” he whispered, grinning up at me with a devilish look in his eye.
“Please, take me,” I whispered. “Do it. Please.”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” he reminded me, pumping his fingers even harder, in and out. I gasped, muttering a string of words and curses as he drove me insane.
Then the pressure ceased, followed by an even stronger pressure as the head of his thick member replaced his fingers.
I gasped, tensing.
The first thrust was overwhelming, intense, sharp, and magnificent. I gasped again, arching my back, my entire body singing as he moved further and further inside me until he could go no further. Tears welled in my eyes and I needed more. He pulled out, then drove himself forward again. The pressure was intense, foreign, delicious.
I groaned, going with it, breathing, relaxing, wanting more.
His pace steadily increased once he knew I could take it. We grunted in unison with every thrust. I watched him move through my squinting eyes, and this time, he met my gaze with his.
He owned me, body and soul. There was nothing I could do to resist.
His thumb found my throbbing clit, strumming it in time with his movements. I begged for more, so ready to come. He took me harder, then, slamming into me faster than ever.
That, and the stimulation from his thumb, were all I needed.
I cried out once, twice, then shuddered in release at the walls shattered around me. It was exquisite, almost too much to bear.
He followed me almost instantly, pulling out with a satisfied grunt.
He untied me, gently massaging the areas that had been bound, then held me in his arms while we both regained our senses. Only one thought rang clear and true: I was his. It was as simple as that.
And he was mine.