Page 31 of Redemption (Favorite Malady Duet #2)

He crushes his lips to mine, consuming my soft gasp. He worships me with his mouth, his tongue, his teeth. I belong to him, but I’ve never felt freer than I do in this moment. Empowered. Cherished.

I kiss him back, matching his intensity as I silently pledge my love to him in return.

We move into the bedroom in a frenzy, tearing at each other’s clothes. By the time he tosses me onto the bed, I’m naked. He fixes me with a wolfish grin and steps out of his jeans.

He towers over me, completely bare and glorious as a god. His powerful body is so much stronger than mine will ever be.

But I hold my own, softer power over him.

I extend my hand, beckoning him to join me on the bed. He grasps it and kisses my palm.

“One moment, pet.”

He steps away, and I whine, “I need you, Dane.”

He smirks at me as he rummages in his duffel bag. “So impatient. You’ll get my cock in your tight cunt soon enough. I want to play with you first.”

When he returns to the bed, he’s holding a long coil of rope. Anticipatory pleasure races over me in a light shiver.

I love when he ties me up so that I’m helpless to resist him.

But I’m craving something sweeter today, something more sensual.

“I don’t want to fight you,” I admit. “I just want us to be together.”

He drops a kiss on my forehead. “I’m feeling the same way, little dove.”

“Then why do you need the rope?”

“Because even though you’re not going to struggle, I’m still in control. And I want to bind you.”

I huff out a breath, but I’m not really exasperated. “So selfish,” I tease.

“Don’t worry. I’ll still make you come so hard that you’ll weep in gratitude. I’ll always take care of you.”

I release a contented hum. “I know. I trust you.”

He climbs onto the king-size bed with me and grasps my waist, dragging me to the center of the mattress.

“Kneel,” he commands.

I obey easily. I have no desire to challenge him today. I simply want to please him. And to be worshipped in return.

“Put your hands behind your head, and keep them there.”

When I’m in the position he desires, he settles behind me. His thighs are on either side of my own, and his broad chest cradles my back. He presses one big hand to my sternum, urging me to lean into his strength.

I melt against him with a sigh.

“Breathe with me,” he murmurs, nuzzling my hair and inhaling my scent.

Salt-kissed cedarwood enfolds me, and I relax further into his embrace.

Our chests rise and fall as one as we take deep, even breaths together.

My heartbeat is slow and steady beneath his hand. I wonder if his matches mine.

A sense of intimacy blossoms between us. I’ve experienced carnal bliss with him many times, but this bond is so intense that it’s almost painful. My body hums for him, but I’m not throbbing with desperate lust. I could simply stay in this peaceful space with him for an eternity.

We drift for a while, and my eyes slide closed as my head drops back against his shoulder. He presses tender kisses along the column of my throat, warming my body with simmering desire.

His broad palm remains pressed over my heart. His other hand is wrapped in rope, and when he drags his knuckles beneath my breasts, the slightly rough hemp stimulates my sensitized skin. I’m hyperaware of him, and my nerves sparkle and dance everywhere the rope grazes me.

I release all of the lingering tension in my body on a low moan and surrender to him completely.

“Good girl,” he praises. “Such a sweet pet.”

The rope wraps around my chest in a slow, sensual embrace. His hands never break contact with my skin while he binds me. We’re constantly connected, melting into one another.

My heart beats for his.

The rope winds around my chest, knotting in an intricate pattern that I can’t quite follow. Dane handles me with quiet confidence, and I simply all myself to be with him.

I don’t have to fight. I don’t have to say anything.

All I have to do is remain where he’s positioned me and breathe with him, just as he’s commanded.

But as the rope coils tighter, my chest is constricted incrementally. I try to match his breaths, but my lungs can’t fully expand beneath the steady pressure of the rope cage he’s weaving around me.

“Dane.” I pant his name and draw in a sip of oxygen.

“Your body is mine,” he intones, tugging the rope a fraction tighter. “Your breath is mine.” Another tug, another shallow breath. “Your pleasure is mine.”

“Yes,” I whisper.

I’ve entered an almost meditative state. All that exists is my breath and his hands on the ever-tightening rope.

My lashes flutter, and my mind floats.

The pressure stops increasing, but the tension doesn’t ease. He ties off his work, leaving me in the restrictive embrace of his cruelly sensual rope.

He hasn’t bound my limbs at all. I could try to run away if I wanted to. I could try to free myself from his knots.

But I’m thoroughly subdued by his will. I submitted as soon as his hand settled over my heart.

He gently grasps my wrists and directs my arms to drop. “On your hands and knees.”

The murmured order sinks into me, and I float into position. As I move my body, the rope shifts around me in a tight caress. His hand settles on my back, stroking the length of my spine, and I arch into his touch.

My pleasure is warm and pleasant, like a perfect summer morning on a pristine beach. I bask in it, reveling in the beauty of the perfect moment with him.

His touch trails lower, tracing my swollen, aching folds. I’m wet and ready for him, and he growls his satisfaction when he tests the slickness between my legs.

He takes his time toying with me, playing with me like he has all the time in the world to explore my pussy. He seems intent on memorizing each of my shallow sighs and quiet whimpers in response to his teasing touch.

My body hums for him, bliss illuminating every inch of my flesh until I’m incandescent with pleasure.

“Master.” My lips form his title, but barely any sound escapes from my restricted chest. “Master, Master, Master…”

It’s beyond an orgasm. There is no building tension, no vicious, cresting wave of ecstasy. I am a being of pure pleasure, endless and complete.

He plays with all of me, exploring my ass as well as my pussy. He tests me, entering me in teasing strokes before pushing deeper. Stretching wider.

Something cool and wet drops onto my asshole, and I shudder at the intensity of carnal sensation when my body is alight with sensual awareness.

A larger intrusion presses against my tight hole, and I know it’s not his finger this time.

“Relax,” he coaxes. “You can take the plug. I want to fill you up while I fuck your cunt.”

I’ve never experienced anything like this, but I trust him implicitly. My body softens to accommodate the intrusion. He slowly pumps it into me in slow, short strokes, stretching me wider with each gentle thrust. Pain edges my pleasure, and my fingers curl into the sheets.

“Almost there,” he urges. “Good girl. Take it for me.”

He tweaks my clit with his other hand, and my inner muscles contract. The plug slips into me fully, and the pain abates as it settles deep inside me.

The penetration is strange, but not entirely uncomfortable. And as he continues to stroke my clit, the pleasure that fills my entire being begins to concentrate at my core.

“Are you ready for me, pet?”

“Always,” I whisper.

He kneels behind me and lines his hard cock up with my wet pussy.

Now that he’s almost inside me, I’m desperate for him to fill me.

He enters me in one long, slow slide, then stills.

I lift my hips in wanton invitation for more, and his fingers dig into my butt, holding me still with a bite of bruising pain.

He stretches me wide open and simply stares down at me, indulging in the lewd sight of the toy filling my ass while his cock is buried deep inside me.

I begin to quiver. I’ve never felt so unbearably full, and the erotic stimulation is becoming too intense to bear.

He taps on the base of the plug, and I cry out as forbidden pleasure shudders through me. It undulates through my core, and my inner walls contract around him.

He hisses out a sharp curse, and his fingers flex into my tender flesh.

Finally, mercifully, he starts to move inside me.

His cockhead drags across my g-spot, and I shake with the force of the ecstasy that rolls through me in relentless waves.

Each time he thrusts deep, he pushes on the base of the plug.

He lays claim to my body, just as he promised from the very beginning.

Tears gather at the corners of my eyes; the strength of my emotions is too intense for me to contain them within myself.

He takes me in a merciless rhythm, using my body for his own pleasure. I’m lost in a flood of euphoria, and I fall out of time and place. All that exists is Dane.

My dark god.

My protector.

My master.

He comes undone on a roar, and his hot seed lashes into me, branding me. His name shudders from my constricted chest on a choked cry.

He catches me as my muscles give out, holding me beneath him to keep us joined for a few moments longer.

“No,” I whimper when he finally pulls out.

He shushes me gently. “I promised to take care of you,” he reminds me. “You need to breathe properly.”

His hands are on me again, tugging at the rope.

“I’ve got you,” he promises, slowly uncoiling the length from around my body.

As it loosens, my breaths come deeper, slower. I remain cocooned in my transcendent state, on my own personal plane of being where only Dane and I exist.

He holds me, his massive body enfolding mine from behind. The rope has fallen away entirely, and his hand has returned to my heart.

We breathe together in perfect time, our souls a perfect match.