“Open…”

His voice was like raw silk, rubbing all over my body and my senses too.

I would have moaned, maybe even begged, but my mouth was suddenly full.

I would have reached for him, maybe even clung to him, but my hands were restrained.

I would have whimpered and wiggled and squirmed, done anything to ease the burning ache inside me as Jal fisted his hands in my hair and held my head steady, doing exactly what he’d promised on the drive back to his apartment.

I love your mouth, you know that? And I’ve had this fantasy…I think it’s time I make good on it.

I hadn’t realized he was in the mood to play, or I would've been quicker on the upkeep because the rewards were amazing.

He’d ended up with his fingers between my thighs, our bodies angled so the driver couldn’t see, but just knowing that someone else was there...it turned me on more than I'd realized possible.

If you can guess the fantasy before we get home, I’ll make you come.

It had taken me almost too long because his fingers were really distracting – and clever.

But I’d figured it out. Enough, at least, to have my reward.

And now, I was restrained in a way that I’d never been before, and I felt more open and vulnerable than I’d ever felt, more exposed, more…erotic.

I shivered, and the thin chains that connected the nipple clamps to my bound wrists tugged, a subtle warning of how little I could move.

He let go of my hair and reached one hand down, tugging on the chain that connect my left nipple to the padded cuff around my left wrist. More chains connected the nipple clamps to the collar around my neck.

A spreader bar went between my ankles, and Jal had taken great pleasure in telling me that he could even get chains that connected these nipple clamps to that bar. But you’re not ready yet. I don’t want to hurt you and if you move too much…

He tugged the chain again, and the clamp gave my nipple another delicious bite.

I moaned around the thick shaft in my mouth, a hot dart of heat twisting through my pussy, arching my spine.

He did it again. And again.

Each tug made that heat blaze hotter, brighter until I was moaning endlessly, barely able to breathe as he continued to slide his cock in and out of my mouth.

“Swallow me, baby,” he said. Another tug and bolt of pain. “Yeah…that’s it. Take more…aw, hell…”

I shivered when he pulled out, coughing and gasping for air. I watched as he fisted his cock like he was going to come all over me. The idea had me licking my lips.

He shoved my hair back from my damp face and asked what I was thinking.

I told him.

He kissed me in the next breath, going to his knees front of me, and kissing me so roughly, it stole the very air out of me. “You want me to come all over you?”

“I want to see you come,” I said. “I don’t care if you do it on me or not.”

“Not good enough.” He stood up and came around me, kneeling behind me.

I cried out in frustration as he urged me forward, wrapping his arm around my waist so I didn’t fall. I couldn’t brace myself, couldn’t even fight his hands, thanks to the restraints. “Bastard.”

He spanked me, and I yelped in shocked surprise.

“If you wanted to see me come, you should have told me so.” He nipped at my ear. “But the first time we're not using condoms, I'm coming inside you.”

I groaned, then cried out as he drove into me, hard and fast. I was so ready, I was coming even before he finished filling me. He caught one of the chains and began to tug. Each time, it rippled through me, drawing the climax out longer and longer.

“That’s it…you squeeze me, just like that…”

I shuddered and twisted around him, trying to get closer, although how much closer could I get? It was pain and pleasure all wrapped together, overwhelming me until it was too much. I cried out when he withdrew only to surge forward again, and again.

He kept up that slow, steady pace throughout my entire climax, kept on tugging on the nipple clamp chains so I hovered right there on the razor’s edge, one orgasm gone, another promising – but he withheld it so easily.

When he stopped moving, I growled my frustration.

“Look up, Allie.”

It was a command, not a request, so I did it.

And then I saw the mirror, saw us in the mirror.

“I’ve never had a woman without a condom before, Allie. I can’t begin to tell you how amazing it feels inside you, with nothing between us.”

Whimpering, I twisted against him, only to be brought up short by the chains. “Move, please. I need to come again.”

He kissed my shoulder. “Beg me.”

“Please! Dammit, Jal! Just please…” No other words would come. Then I felt his thumb at my ass, and a shudder ran through me.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

I closed my eyes.

“Open.”

I obeyed.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me,” I said. “I want you to come inside me.”

“And what are you willing to do for me?”

“Anything,” I whimpered. I was stuffed so full of him and trying not to rock back against him with the chains tugging and teasing...

“Say it.”

“My ass.” My eyelids fluttered as the tip of his thumb breached me.

“What do you want?”

“Fingers,” I said. “Cock. Something. Anything.”

I seemed unable to form coherent sentences. He reached around and pushed two fingers into my mouth.

“Suck.”

I did, and his fingers were at my anus again. He pulled back, and as he thrust back into me, he shoved his fingers into my ass.

That knocked a scream out of me.

He did it again…again…again…

Mindless of the nipple clamps and chains, I twisted around him and bore down, trying to take more, more, more.

Abruptly, he pulled me up. He’d freed the chains somehow and now had me plastered against his chest, each hand full of a breast, squeezing them as he drove up into me, each stroke enough to lift me off my knees.

I cried out his name as the orgasm slammed into us both. I felt him empty inside me even as my climax made the world go white around me.

It was then that I felt it. The connection, the satisfaction, that I'd never quite been able to manage in other encounters, not even with Tao. There'd always been a little something missing before, but now, I'd found it.

It was him.

* * *

Water bubbled and churned around us.

On our left, there was a window that let us see the sprawling panorama that was Philadelphia. A few lights dotted the dark ribbon of a river, marking barges, and maybe a few intrepid boaters who'd been waiting for a true thaw to get back on the water.

“It’s a beautiful view,” I said, wishing I had the energy to do more than loll against Jal. The day's events, however, had taken it all out of me. It'd gone well, but it'd still been draining.

“Yes, it is.”

Something about his voice had me lifting my head, and I caught sight of him in the mirrored wall across from us. The first time I’d seen it, I called him a pervert. He’d laughed.

Now my heart ached, because I could see Jal watching me, and the expression on his face made crazy, weird things dance inside me.

“I love you.”

I blinked, thinking I had to have misheard him, that my brain had to be playing tricks on me.

When I didn’t respond, Jal said it again, his eyes meeting mine. The emotion shining in their depths told me that it wasn't my imagination.

Tears burned my eyes as I turned around in his arms, ignoring the water splashing over the sides of the tub. Curling my arms around his neck, I pressed my face against his throat. “Jal...” My voice cracked.

“It’s not supposed to make you cry when a guy says that.” His tone was half-teasing, but I could hear the uncertainty hovering beneath the surface.

“I love you too.”

I felt his body relax as I said the words. As I wrapped myself tighter around him, I felt some last little knot of tension give inside me. I wasn't foolish enough to believe that things would be perfect from here on out, but I did know that we'd always work it out. There wasn't anything the two of us couldn't face if we were together.