There was no end to the pleasure.

My world was complete and total submission, burying whatever thoughts or demands that usually floated up when I fucked someone and instead letting Josie take it all.

My world was this bed and the intriguing sensations of rope against my skin. Pain and pleasure, denial and release.

I was yearning for her whispered “stop.” Even though, at this point, my climax was on a goddamn hair-trigger. I’d never denied myself an orgasm before. Never experienced the strangely erotic sensation of being so fucking close and then… smothering it.

Yet that frustration was only making the experience hotter, letting my tattooed vixen use my body like a sex toy as the cord cut into my wrists and Josie’s nails scraped down my chest.

Josie was straddling my face with a devious grin. She tasted sweet and musky, and I would have been content to stay here, just like this, until dawn. I plunged my tongue inside her, searching for her g-spot, and when I found it, she almost shot off my face. I worked that bundle of nerves with the tip of my tongue as she clenched around me. She spiraled into another orgasm—hands shaking the headboard—so I slipped back to her clit. Flicked her through the aftershocks until her fourth orgasm crashed over her.

Josie didn’t move for a full minute, sitting back on my chest and piercing me with a look of complete and total sexual satisfaction. Her smile was lazy as she pressed her palm against my cheek. We were both out of breath, covered in sweat.

I was bound to this bed and rock hard with need—yet I felt weightless. Almost effervescent.

She was kissing me hungrily a second later, her body sliding down mine. I sensed her… giving me something before she sat back up. Smiled again.

“I really needed that,” she said quietly, illuminated by moonlight.

“I really wanted to give it,” I said. I’d never been more honest.

Her hands floated up towards my wrists, massaging the tender skin there. “You’re still okay?”

“Never been better,” I assured her. She kept massaging, working blood flow back into my tethered skin. Her hair cascaded across my chest, the rain cascaded down the window, and for a moment we were two sweet lovers, not practical strangers.

Let those walls down, I wanted to beg but swallowed the words.

Josie worked her way down my body, running her tongue along every inch of my abdomen, fingernails scratching down my ribs. I groaned, fighting the urge to thrust my hips. Let Josie explore.

Her lips descended on my cock again, and I sent a prayer to every god in the universe.

My cock hit the back of her throat.

“Jesus,” I growled, head back. The cord was cutting into my wrists.

But Josie only groaned with pleasure, speeding up her rhythm. Twisting her fingers at the base and gliding up in time with her lips.

“Fuck, I can’t…” I pleaded, my orgasm beckoning. I wanted to come so badly. So fucking badly. But I also wanted to play this game, to be controlled by Josie in all the ways that made her happy.

“Please, fuck… Josie,” I pleaded again, my hips thrusting of their own accord. I heard her humming, then her fingers traveling up my stomach.

I looked down to find her eyes on mine.

“Josie,” I whispered, seeking permission. “Josie, please.”

And then the sweetest miracle of my life happened. Because my tattooed vixen gave me a subtle nod of affirmation and sucked my cock between her lips again.

And I let go.

Light and sound danced and flared; a deluge of nonsensical sounds spilled from my lips.

And an orgasm finally swept through me.

When I finally opened my eyes, Josie was leaning over me with swollen lips and flushed cheeks. The hunger in her gaze was mostly gone, replaced with something deeper. An understanding. Our fantasy was over, but Josie remained my whole world, the shape of her fitting perfectly.

“Hey,” she whispered.

“Hey,” I whispered back, giving her a wide grin.

After a moment, she returned it, and an odd tightness came over my chest.

Josie untied the straps that held me to the bed. The liberation of my arms was intoxicating, and the only thing I could do was gather her to me, kissing her hair, her cheeks, her eyelids.

“I’m supposed to do that for you,” she said sleepily, wrapping a leg around my waist and sighing with a deep satisfaction. “I want to make sure you’re okay. That I didn’t… hurt you.”

“Too bad,” I said. “And I’m more than okay. I’ve never been better.”

“So you enjoyed that?”

“If by enjoyed,” I kissed her cheek, “you mean every cell in my body re-arranged itself, then yeah. I enjoyed it.”

Lightning flashed through the room, illuminating a vulnerability on Josie’s face I’d never seen before.

“And I was… okay?”

The question was so absurd I wanted to laugh. Except she was serious.

I stroked my thumb across her cheek and tugged a curl of hair behind her ear. “I didn’t think it was possible for my fantasy to be even better in reality.” Her eyes softened. “Thank you for exploring that with me. For showing me what it would be like to be controlled by a gorgeous, sexy woman.”

“You liked it?” she asked.

“Loved it,” I said firmly.

Behind her, the clock was trying to let me know I only had a few more hours left with Josie—that the sun would rise, and she’d be off down the highway, back to L.A.

I ignored it.

“You turned my world upside down tonight,” I whispered, pulling her in for a swift kiss.

“And you affirmed my suspicions that my real job should be professional dominatrix.”

“I’d book you every night of the week,” I said, and she laughed sleepily. “In fact, I think we should do it all over again in a few hours.”

She tucked her head against my chest. “Gabriel, I just came four times.” Her hands wandered down my back.

“I know, gorgeous.” I said, against her ear. Already, her breathing was even and steady, body heavy against mine. “And I think you deserve even more than that.”