Lyla

Peeling my lingerie off while Guil is still fully clothed and watching me should be unnerving, but it’s not. He’s had his hands and mouth on every inch of me so there’s no surprises in store for him. I can be bold and brave with him, and it’s one of the reasons I love him. I may still be annoyed with him after finding him here, but I believe him when he says he hasn’t been with anyone else.

“So fucking beautiful,” he says when I’m standing in front of him in just my own skin.

“Thank you.”

“How long do you think you can stay upside down?”

“Huh?”

He leads me to the cross—which looks more like an X—and attaches my wrists and ankles, before strapping a leather band over my stomach. I watch him do it, waiting for him to say more and tell me what he’s thinking.

“I want to spin you upside down so we can sixty-nine while you’re restrained.”

“I can’t touch you.”

“Exactly.”

“But you won’t fit in my mouth.”

“Relax your throat and take me in. I know you can do it.”

I’m glad he knows it, because I’m not so sure. I’m definitely going to try, because I know this is going to be hot. “Okay.”

He leaves me upright while he frees his cock from his pants. He’s still fully dressed and I can admit it turns me on to see him like that while I’m naked. After several minutes of kisses, he steps back, presses a button, spins me so I’m upside down, lifts the cross to the perfect height, and then presses another button to lock me in place.

The anticipation nearly kills me as I wait for him to close those few inches between us and get us what we both need. I feel a little lightheaded, but I know I’ll forget about that once we come together.

Guil stands in front of me and runs his fingers over my lips. I open them as he takes his cock in hand, feeding it to me inch by inch. When I don’t think I can take anymore, his mouth zeroes in on my clit and I swallow hard, bringing him down my throat. It’s not what I’m used to, but nothing with this man is. Relaxing my throat and breathing through my nose seem to be working well.

We start a combined rhythm, one where he thrusts slowly in and out of my mouth while licking and sucking me into oblivion. I guess it’s really his rhythm since I can’t move much, but I still feel like an active participant.

I love the taste and feel of him in my mouth, but I love his mouth on me even more. He’s not restrained, so he can pump his fingers in me and run them over my hard nipples. The pleasure I’m feeling is beyond anything I’ve felt before, and I know without a doubt it has to do with me being restrained. Although I’m an active participant in this show, I’m also at the mercy of the man in front of me. It’s fantastic and I don’t want it to stop, although I feel my orgasm barreling towards me.

When it hits me a minute later, I scream around the hard cock in my mouth and move as much as my restraints will allow. I feel like I could black out, but he hasn’t come yet, and after that orgasm he just gave me, there’s no way I’m not giving back. I want him just as crazy as I am.

I suck harder as he thrusts in, and lick the underside as he pulls out, feeling him grow even harder. When his hand moves from my breast to pump the base, which his other one is petting my pussy, I go over the edge again and this time he joins me. I swallow down everything he gives me, wanting all of it and more. Wanting everything he has to give.

After a few moments, he steps back and turns me upright, dropping to his knees in front of me. There’s no way I can possibly come again after those two orgasms, and I let him know it.

“I can’t.”

“You can. You will. I need a few minutes to recover and then I’m taking you to the bed in the corner and owning your sweet pussy again. Until then, you’re going to keep coming on my mouth and fingers.”

Who am I to argue with that? This man has pushed me past so many boundaries already, and I’m ready and willing to break through the barrier to more. So much more.

Three orgasms later, he frees me and carries me to his bed. As I lie there, sated and barely able to move, he undresses slowly. It’s like I’m watching the best gift ever get unwrapped. Abs, pecs, v-cuts, thighs, calves, ass, and yeah, that cock I can’t get enough of.

“You up for riding me?”

“Always.”

“Good.”

He puts on a condom, and pulls me on top of him as he lies down. “I don’t think I can do much more than what we just did.”

“Don’t care. I just need to be inside of you. Nothing more.”

I believe him, and not just because of the string of curses he lets out when my pussy slides down his shaft. I move the way he knows I love and nothing else matters. Nothing but us.

* * *

Guil

Waking up in Lyla’s arms is hands-down the best part of my day. Yeah, the sex is phenomenal and work is great, but knowing she’s going to be there when I open my eyes is the best feeling ever. Which is why I’m freaking out a little when I wake up alone.

What we did at the club last night was intense. Having her on the spinning cross and then riding us both to the edge of madness after—it was everything. Everything I thought we both wanted, but now she’s not here.

I go to her “room”, thinking maybe she’s painting, or grabbing more clothes to fill my closet with. All I find are canvases stacked against the wall. They’re beautiful and so good I’d have to fight strangers for them if she ever decided to sell them. But, no Lyla. My panic escalates when I go downstairs and see a piece of paper on the kitchen island. I don’t even want to look at it, but I know I have to.

Guil,

I have to go home. My parents have called a board meeting and they need me there. I haven’t left yet, because I can’t bear the thought of not saying good-bye to you. I’m down at the beach, trying to muster the strength to go leave.

I race out of the house and down the small incline to my private stretch of the beach. Lyla’s wrapped in a blanket with a mug in her hand. I know it’s hot chocolate and I also know it used to be topped by a more than healthy serving of whipped cream. That’s the way she loves it and it’s fucking adorable. The cold doesn’t register with me until I’m almost to her, making me realize I ran out in nothing more than my boxer briefs. Oh well, that’s the least of my worries right now.

“Ly?”

“Hey,” she says, turning to me.

Tear stains streak down her cheeks, and I pull her to me. “Talk to me.”

“I don’t even know what we’re voting on. I have Brad’s votes now too, so I’m the majority because Gramps left it to us that way, but I always just do what my parents tell me to. This time, there seems to be more of a sense of urgency to the vote and I don’t want to just do as I’m told.”

“Do you want me to go with you?”

“Would you?”

“Of course.”

“I don’t suppose you’d want to vote for me?”

She’s joking, but I’m not when I answer. “I can do that.”

“Really?”

I’m going to rot in Hell for this, but I made my choice before I let myself fall in love with her, and I need to stick to it. The plan has to work or my promises to Brad are worth nothing.

“Yes. You know I’d do anything for you.”

“Thank you. You’re okay to leave the club for a day or two?”

“Calum hired the new manager last night, so yes. He’s still in town anyway, so it wouldn’t be a problem for him to oversee a night or two.”

“You don’t know how much I appreciate this.”

I pull her to me, because I can’t look her in the eyes right now. “It’s really not a problem at all. I had to proxy for him once before, so I have the legal documents on my computer. I can just change your name and the company name on them. Then, we’ll just need to get the papers notarized.”

“Great,” she says, and her smile isn’t tight right now. It’s real and it’s killing me, because this may be one of the last times I see it.