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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: TRUST AND SURRENDER

OWEN

Stacey’s soft gasp as I tighten the padded cuff around her wrist makes my cock ache. Once she’s secure, I step back and admire my work. She’s lying on her stomach on my bed, her arms bound to the headboard with velcro cuffs, a firm pillow beneath her hips so her ass is arched up. I left her legs unbound and am enjoying the sight of her digging her feet into the mattress, squirming with anticipation. The mask is covering her eyes again so she can’t see what I’m planning to do to her.

She’s completely at my mercy.

I can hardly believe she agreed to this. After everything that’s happened between us, her willingness to trust me is humbling… and incredibly arousing.

“Owen?” she murmurs, and I realize I’ve been standing here staring at her for longer than I meant to.

Moving closer to the bed, I reach down and touch her between her shoulder blades, then run my fingers down the graceful curve of her spine. She shivers.

“Remember your safe word?” I ask.

“Offsides,” she whispers.

I smile. “Good girl.”

Tracing my way down to her ass, I cup one firm cheek and then pull my hand back and give her a light smack. She gasps, arching her back and pushing her ass higher into the air. She’s so eager and needy. So accepting of everything I have to give her. I want to make her feel good, but more than that, I want to make her lose herself so that the only thing that exists for her in this moment is me.

Stepping around to the end of the bed, I gaze down at her exposed pussy, my mouth watering. Grabbing the bottom of my shirt, I quickly yank it up and over my head, tossing it aside. My cock is hard and pressing against my pants, begging to be released, but I ignore it for now. I’m going to make her lose her mind first.

I’ve laid out a few items on the dresser behind me to use on her. A small silicone vibrator, a butt plug, a thick dildo, and a paddle. I tilt my head and study the items for several moments before grabbing the paddle. Turning, I take my time moving back to the side of the bed, drawing out the moment to build the anticipation.

“Remember to use your word if it gets to be too much,” I say in a low voice.

“If what…?”

I cut her off with a swift whack of the paddle against her plump backside. She lets out a surprised squeal and jerks her hips. I pause to give her a chance to use her word if she wants to… though I really hope she doesn’t.

Several seconds go by, and she doesn’t utter a word.

So damn perfect.

I smack her again, a little harder, and she hisses out a breath.

“That hurts,” she murmurs.

“Do you want me to stop?”

She hesitates before answering, “No… no, don’t stop.”

My heart hammers in my chest and I need to take a moment to collect myself so I don’t get too excited and rush this. I want to take my time and savor every moment.

I bring the paddle down on her ass again and again, alternating between cheeks until her skin is bright red. She moans, whimpers, and lets out little cries but she never uses her word. When she’s quivering and her pussy is glistening and dripping down her thighs, I toss the paddle aside and cup her ass in both hands. As I begin to massage her reddened flesh, she sighs and relaxes into the mattress and pillows.

“Oh my God,” she moans. “That feels incredible.”

I’m tender with her now. Showing her how much more intense pleasure can be when combined with pain. When she starts grinding her hips into the body pillow, I climb onto the bed and settle on my knees behind her. Grabbing her thighs, I pull her up to my lips, forcing her to push onto her feet so she’s practically in the downward dog position.

“Owen!”

Ignoring her surprised cry, I drag my tongue along her folds. She nearly jerks out of my hold, but I tighten my grip so she can’t get away. I feast on her, licking and sucking until her wetness is flowing and soaking my chin. She tastes fucking incredible. My fingers dig into her ass and I lick my way further up, spreading her cheeks.

“Fuck!” she shouts, making me chuckle. “What are you…?”

I give her a light, playful slap and continue licking. Soon, her legs are shaking and she’s panting and straining against her wrist restraints.

“Are you going to come for me?” I ask in a low growl.

“I’m so close,” she whimpers. “Don’t stop, please…”

Clutching her against my mouth, I lick her with more intensity until she screams and her body convulses as her orgasm rips through her. I mercilessly draw out her release for as long as I can. Only when she starts twisting to try and escape me do I let her go and lower her hips back to the bed. She continues to shiver and moan as I climb off the bed. I strip out of my pants and take hold of my cock, stroking it a few times as I stare down at her flushed body splayed in front of me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I hiss. “You drive me fucking crazy. I can’t wait to bury my cock deep inside your pretty little pussy.”

She doesn’t respond — I’m not sure she can — and the only sound out of her is a low groan. I climb back onto the bed behind her and grab her hips again, pulling her onto her knees.

“Owen,” she gasps when I press the head of my cock against her entrance.

“Hold on, baby.” Thrusting my hips forward, I slowly push into her. She’s wet, warm, and tight, and feels so good I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming on the spot. I pause when I’m fully inside her and regain control of myself before I start to move.

Pleasure rushes through me and I let out a long growl. Reaching down, I pin her down by the back of her neck as I start to pound into her. Stacey moans and cries and I can’t help making my own groans. Reaching under her, I find her clit and rub it as I fuck her hard, wanting to make her come again before I do.

“You love getting pounded by this hard cock, don’t you?” I growl. “You get so fucking wet for me. My perfect girl.”

“Yes,” she whimpers. “Oh, God, yes. I love your cock. I love it, I love it, I love it!”

“That’s a good girl.” I can’t help but smirk, pure male pride pulsing through me along with my desire. “I want you to come for me, baby. I want to feel you milking my cock as your pussy begs for my cum.”

When I feel her start to spasm around me, screaming out my name as her second orgasm hits her, I can’t help but lose the last of my control. I slam into my peak, coming so hard stars explode in my vision. Leaning over her, I press my lips to the top of her head. We stay like this for several moments, connected because I’m not ready to remove myself from her, catching our breaths.

She sags into the bed and I move off her so I don’t crush her. Holy shit. My legs feel weak. They tremble as I move to sit beside her on the bed. Brushing my hand over her face, I remove her mask. Her eyes are hooded and wet with tears as she gazes up at me.

“You okay?” I ask softly.

She blinks and slowly nods. “Oh yeah… I definitely am. More than okay. Owen, that was… that was amazing…”

I smile and lean down to press a kiss to her forehead.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Pushing to my feet, I walk around to the end of the bed again, Stacey lets out a confused whimper.

“Aren’t you going to untie me?”

Chuckling, I drag my finger along the bottom of her foot. She gasps and jerks it away from me.

“Why would I do that?” I ask in a teasing tone. “We’re far from done.”

She gasps again, and I smirk, my cock already twitching and eager for round two.

We spend the rest of the afternoon in bed. Or, rather, I spend the rest of the afternoon teasing and tormenting Stacey, bringing her to orgasm over and over again as she surrenders to me completely. I only quit when we’re both physically exhausted, and my muscles ache so bad I can hardly lift my arms. It’s nearly dinner time and we’re lying together in bed, Stacey curled around me with her head resting on my chest.

She lets out a breathy laugh as she strokes her fingers along my chest. “I never would have pegged you as the Alpha Male Dom type in the bedroom. You were pretty vanilla when we were together in high school.”

I laugh at this. Sure, but I was just a kid back then with no real sense of self or my desires. The only thing I was certain of was how much I wanted Stacey.

I shrug, and tell her the truth. “It’s something I developed over the years. It became one of the only parts of my life when I’m totally in control, helping me find release in private clubs and with like minded people without the need for committed relationships.”

She’s quiet for a moment. I know I’ve probably given her quite a bit to think about. I hadn’t really planned on revealing anything about my past with my kink, and how I came to understand my need for it.

“Have you had… well, a relationship with anyone?” she asks hesitantly. “Since me, I mean? Not that it’s any of my business…”

“No,” I tell her without pause. “I haven’t. A part of me tried to move on. For years I tried, but I couldn’t ever consider commitment with someone who wasn’t you.”

She’s quiet again, but she snuggles in tighter to me, pressing her lips to the spot just above my heart.

“I like the Alpha Dom,” she murmurs. I can feel her smile against me. “I like not being in control for once. I’m always in control… I have to be, to keep everything in my life balanced and moving forward so it doesn’t all come crashing down around me. With you I can let go and just be. You have no idea how refreshing that is.”

Actually, I’m pretty sure I know exactly how she feels. Stacey and I are truly two sides of the same coin.

“I’m glad you feel safe enough with me to let go like you do,” I tell her, brushing my lips along her temple. “I promise I’ll do everything I can to make sure you always feel safe with me… your body, and your heart. I don’t want you to fear that things will end the way they did last time.”

Stacey turns her head up and looks at me, her gaze searching mine. She opens her mouth to say something, but before she can get the words out, her stomach rumbles loudly. Her jaw drops and her cheeks go red.

I laugh. “It is about dinnertime, and you must be starving. I gave you a hell of a workout today.”

Chuckling, she sits up and gazes down at me. “I suppose I should get going. I need to get home and relieve the babysitter. Pretty sure she wasn’t expecting to spend her whole Saturday with Millie” She moves to get off the bed but pauses once she drops her feet onto the floor. I watch as her shoulders tense and she drums her fingers on the mattress. She wants to say something else, I can tell. At length, she sucks in a deep breath and asks, “Do you want to come over for dinner?”

Surprised, I sit up and slide to the edge of the bed beside her. “I’d love that.”

She gives me a nervous smile before murmuring, “And would it be okay if… if we told Millie who you are afterward? Together?”

For a moment, the world seems to come to a halt and my heart begins to race. I can hardly believe she’s said the words out loud. She wants to tell Millie.

She wants Millie to know I’m her father.

I have to swallow back a lump of emotion before I can choke out my answer.

“I would love nothing more.”