I thrilled at the sense of control, having that huge powerful man tied up and completely at my mercy. I could do anything I wanted to him. Sweat beaded on his forehead as his gold eyes tracked me, and a growl boiled up in his chest as he watched me debate over what to do first.

My heart pounded and I started to rethink the whole taking control thing. I’d never done it before, and even though I knew Miles wouldn’t hurt me, he looked like he was ready to rip apart the headboard already. Something shifted in his expression and he took a deep breath, relaxing just a touch, and winked at me. “Get your ass in gear, girl.”

I started to smile, appreciating that he knew he’d been intimidating and chose to chill the fuck out for a second so I didn’t freak out, and stroked his cock once or twice. “I’m sorry, the person in handcuffs doesn’t get a vote.”

He growled and tried to wrap his legs around me. I laughed and wiggled free, waving a pair of padded cuffs in his face. “Do I need to tie your legs down too? Because I will, Mr. Alpha.”

His arms strained as he pulled at the handcuffs, but when the headboard didn’t give way, he bared his teeth in a snarl. “Don’t let your mouth write checks your ass can’t cash, witch.”

I tossed the cuffs away and knelt on the bed, then carefully moved to straddle his head. Miles groaned in anticipation and lifted his head as I hovered, trying to reach me, and I waited for the sweet agony of his mouth. I lowered myself until he devoured my pussy, and I held onto the headboard for dear life as I started grinding against his face. Holy shit. Holy shit.

He thrust his tongue against me and his shoulders tensed. His growls vibrated through my sex until I shivered and moved faster. He moved from my core to my clit effortlessly, tracing the shape of my folds with just the right amount of pressure – light enough to be a delicious torment and hard enough to keep coaxing me closer to an edge of sheer bliss.

All rational thought fled as I rode his face, the only thing remaining behind was the divine pleasure pulsing between my legs. Fire radiated from the pit of my stomach, mounting in intensity, until it spread through my entire body. I curled my toes and held on to his head, my breath coming in short little gasps. “More.”

I reached down to spread my slit farther apart, giving him better access, and Miles made a savage sound, somewhere between lust and pure hunger. I touched my clit as he tongue-fucked me, and moaned as I lost the ability to control my body completely.

The first time we’d made out came back to me in a flash as the first shocks of ecstasy started to roll through me. Reluctance and uncertainty kept me behind my walls. But not anymore. Not with him.

I leaned back enough to grip his cock, hard and ready so close behind me. Just the thought of Miles, so turned on he almost broke the headboard trying to get to me, fucking me, ravishing me, savaging me in primal dominance just after I’d used him for my own pleasure… I tensed and cried out, freezing over him, but Miles didn’t stop for a second.

I clenched against him and fought to keep a few tears at bay. I was not going to give a single fuck how dirty, how messy, how absolutely fucking wild I could get in bed. Not when I was with Miles. He knew, he understood. He loved it. He made me feel safe, anchored, protected. I could finally unleash and really be myself, and just like he’d agreed to be handcuffed, I got the feeling he would follow wherever I led.

My head tipped back as I froze above him, squeezing my breasts, and he groaned against my pussy. “You’re killing me, witch.”

“But you’re doing so well,” I panted. “Really well.”

He snarled and strained, and the headboard splintered. I blinked and looked down at him, at his eyes flashing gold, delirious with desire. Miles wasn’t quite free, but another yank and he would be. We’d have to buy more furniture or come up with a different game.

“I do even better with my fingers,” he said. His eyes glinted as he shot me a dark look. “And my cock. Release me and I’ll show you.”

“Oh?” I slid down his body, touching as much of him as I could, and rubbed my pussy up and down his hard shaft. “But I can use your cock however I want…”

He groaned and his hips thrust, nearly throwing me off him. “Fuck, Deirdre, untie me.”

It was such a turn-on to hear him moan my name like that. So desperate and eager. I bit my lip and wiggled a little until I could use his cock to rub my clit. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“I can’t fucking think when you do that,” he snarled. “Damn it, Deirdre, untie me.”

I slid back and forth on his cock. Ruthless. Treacherous. So damn ecstatic. Turned on. In control. Reborn and released.

He thrust to try and enter me, and I leaned back so his cock pressed against my channel, ready to tease him to within an inch of his sanity. And my own, since I wasn’t immune to the desperate need for his cock, to feel him moving inside me and over me, to jump on him and fuck him myself until he moaned my name and called me ‘witch’ and threatened me with all the dirty, sexy things he wanted to do with me.

“You’re the devil,” he breathed. He pulled on the handcuffs and the wood created. “I swear to God, witch, when I get free –”

I eased down until the tip of his cock slid into me and my nails raked down his chest. He arched his back and tried to thrust, but I hung on to his shoulders and thwarted his efforts. I sank down and he groaned, “Deirdre…”

I moaned, repeating the same movement as the tip slid in and out, over and over, slow and deliberate. I wanted to be all he thought about. I wanted the prospect of us fucking, just out of reach, to torment him to the limits of his control. I wanted him to go out of his mind with how much he wanted me. For him to be consumed with thoughts of me, until he developed tunnel vision and at the end of the tunnel there was only me – only us and our bodies tangled together in a sweaty mess.

He growled and his eyes flashed gold, but before he could speak, I sank down on him and took his entire length in one long slide. The climax ignited when his cock invaded and flooded through me like a tsunami; the tight fit stretched me in the best possible way, and I wanted to linger, to stay hovering on that edge of perfection forever.

Miles pumped upward but he went slowly, taking his cues from me as I started to rock. I braced my hands on his shoulders so my breasts were near his mouth, and we locked eyes. I couldn’t look away as we moved in a deliciously slow, agonizingly pleasurable pace. I moaned louder and louder as I savored the release that I knew was coming. The slow burn flared up, approaching a boiling point.

There was only him and me, and the here and now. I couldn’t look away.

Miles breathed heavily and gave one more hard pull on his arms, the headboard giving way. He gripped my hips and dragged me down, hard, and I released my hold on him and control and everything. Ecstasy slammed through me and I couldn’t have moved for anything in the world.

So Miles moved for me. He flipped us over as I still shook and seized from the orgasm, and he pulled out so my body ached with his absence. He folded me up like a pretzel with my legs in the air and then on his shoulders as he loomed over me, then he ploughed down at me in a brutal stroke. He hit the goddamn perfect spot, deep inside, and his body rode against my clit and I cried out as it overwhelmed me, sent sparks through my vision.

I moved against him, needing more. I’d never felt anything like it in my life – it was elation and… completion. Even rough and teasing and delicious, it was making love. Really making love.

For once, Miles didn’t make a joke as he held my ankle to his shoulder with one hand and pinned my hips down with the other, holding me exactly where he wanted me as he thrust harder and deeper. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too,” I gasped, unable to look away from his gold eyes. The intensity, the intimacy… It sparked a deeper tidal wave, threatening to carry me away completely. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”

Miles pounded into me harder than ever. Rougher. It was lovemaking, sure, and passionate and tender – but not gentle. Exactly how I wanted it. Exactly how I wanted him. I tried to hold him close but he adjusted his angle to reach that perfect spoke that made me wail and buck against him. He hit it mercilessly, again and again, as his eyes seared into mine. “Come for me, Deirdre. Right now.”

That was all it took to set off the explosion that rose inside me. One second, I was there with him, and the next I was catapulted into space, launched into a place where thoughts and words and reason didn’t exist. There was only instinct and feeling and pleasure. My body shook as I cried out, engulfed in a sea of pleasure. Just as one wave started to subside, another one hit, over and over with no end in sight.

Faraway, I heard Miles’s groan and felt him explode inside me. His orgasm only prolonged my own, and I wasn’t able to tell where my pleasure ended and his began. Mind fuzzy and body spent, I closed my eyes and rode out the flow of our climax.