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I can’t have her reverting to zombie land. I couldn’t handle it, especially if it was my fault. She pulls my face down to hers.

“Tie me up,” she whispers. “Do whatever you want to me. I trust you.”

She lies back on the bed, spreading her arms, waiting for me. I stare down at her, conflicted. God knows I want to, but how can I? I’d kill myself before I hurt her.

“Please,” she begs.

I take a deep breath, praying I don’t regret this decision. Heading to the bathroom, I remove the sash from her robe. When I return, I stand over her hesitantly, but she seems excited.

“I’ll do one wrist – a simple knot. Anything happens, you either tell me to stop and I’ll release you immediately, or you can reach over and untie it yourself.”

I wrap the material around her wrist, pausing to give her a chance to back out. She takes a deep, calming breath then gives me the go-ahead with a dip of her head. I tie her wrist to the headboard and show her how to undo it with one pull.

“Got it.”

I drag my shirt over my head, climb between her legs, and lean in close, our faces an inch apart. “Okay?”

“Yes,” she answers on a shaky, exhaled breath.

I take the chain from the clamps and place it in her mouth, telling her to bite down. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, anticipation and expectation speeding up her heartbeat. I kiss down her neck, closing my eyes at the sound of her moan. I lick around the clamp on her nipple, watching as her head falls back, pulling on the chain. She groans but doesn’t let it go. I nip at her other breast and draw a whimper from her.

“Please.” She grabs my shoulder. “Do both hands.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

I stretch the sash across and secure her other wrist. After placing the chain in her mouth once more, I begin kissing down her stomach.

“Please, Gage. Please, fuck me,” she mumbles around the chain.

I spread her legs wider and slide home. She tugs at the restraints but doesn’t ask me to stop. Wrapping her legs around my hips, she pulls me deeper. Her eyes are closed, back arched, head back, lost in ecstasy. With each thrust, I become less worried. Her head is thrashing from side to side, effectively pulling on the chain attached to the nipple clamps. She’s moaning and groaning, lifting her hips to meet mine. The sight of her like this is too much for me and I slam into her repeatedly, needing to feel her come again. I find her clit with my thumb, rubbing tight circles. She starts to tighten around me, the headboard rattling from her movements.

“Gage…Gage…Gage…”

Fuck. I throw her leg over my shoulder, pumping into her tight heat. I feel her coming and her back arches, the movement pulling the clamps free. She screams, the spasms from her pussy beckoning my own orgasm. I shoot off inside her with a grunt.

“Raven!”

She watches with a grin as I twitch above her. I release her hands and she pulls me down to her, slapping a kiss on my lips.

“Thank you. That was…” Dumbfounded, she shakes her head. “I have no words.”

Relieved, I lie next to her, curling my arm around her as she settles on my chest. I was thinking about converting one of the bedrooms at the house into a sex room, but now I’m definitely doing it. I’m no Dom, but who doesn’t like a little kinky shit?I think I’ll try blindfolding her next.

“Mmm,” she moans, burrowing closer. “Damn, you’re good.”

“Yeah, I know.” I chuckle.

“I’m not even going to argue with you. Not when I can’t move.”

“Get used to it, babe. I plan on fucking you every chance I get.”

“Hmm…I’m inclined to agree with that plan.”

“It’s cute that you think you have a choice.”

“Whatever.”