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Rhodes---Boundaries

She is desperate against me, her lips bruising, and we are nothing more than the clashing of teeth and roaming of hands. Those wide hips are canting up to meet mine, and as much as I’d love to sink into her, I know we need to talk. I break from her, wanting to make sure this is what she truly wants.

There is beauty in submission, in the yielding of yourself to another person and trusting them with such a gift.

Amelia Conte willingly allowing me to see her at this moment was just that—a gift. One I will not squander and it is a responsibility I do not take lightly.

I stare down at the woman beneath me. Her eyes are wild. They are aglow with desire that is burning her from the inside out, while also laced with timidness from her having to use her safeword earlier. Those plush lips, swollen from kissing, part with each breath leaving her chest. Gods, her chest. I could lay my head on those ample breasts and I’d never want to leave. She has a sweatshirt on but I know that if I were to slide my hands up her body, my hands would be full of her. I reach up, placing all my weight on one hand, to brush a strand of hair from her face, the dark tress soft against my fingers. Her brows are furrowed in confusion. Her throat bobs as my hand traces her cheeks.

I wonder if she thinks I will reject her.

“ Kochanie ,” I whisper, my voice staying soft and gentle. The last thing I want is for Amelia to further retreat into herself with doubt and shame. “We can simply lay here.” I would listen to her read the phone book if that is what she wanted.

She pulls that bottom lip between her teeth and starts to nibble nervously. I cup her jaw, my thumb pulling that flesh from her canines and running along her mouth. I watch her pupils dilate as I rest my thumb there. I could so easily tell her to suck like the good girl I know she is.

“Amelia. We don’t have to go any further than this. I swear to you, I am more than content to simply lay next to you. To have you tangled in these sheets in whichever way I can.” I feel her try to buck into me, attempting to force her body into doing something her brain refuses to allow, and I tilt my head. “Baby, I’m not doing this tonight.”

I roll off her, laying next to her and prop my head on my hand, my elbow bent into the bedding. I place a hand on her soft belly, a reminder that I am still here. That I still very much want to be with her. I can feel the tension rolling off her body, and I watch as she brings a single hand to her face, delicately wiping a tear from her eye. That tongue which had so skillfully danced with mine peeks out, moistening her lips, as she releases a shuddering breath.

“I am never enough.”

She says it so softly, if the room wasn’t silent I would think I’d imagined it. Fuck.

“Look at me.” Amelia shakes her head, the gesture rustling the sheets and she pulls her lips between her teeth, hands flexing anxiously. I grip her chin with my thumb and two fingers, forcing her gaze to meet mine. The movement is a gentle command in hopes she’ll let her desire to submit take over. I want to silence what is going on in her head. “Let me in your pretty head, baby.” Those grey eyes dance everywhere apart from where I want them and I can’t take it.

“Eyes, kochanie .” My voice drops an octave as I demand what I want from her. A whimper falls from her as Amelia looks at me, painfully attempting to hide what she’s feeling—and failing. “What do you mean?”

“You weren’t supposed to hear that,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “I can’t even do this simple thing right.” The tears are streaming down her face, and after several tries of wiping them, Amelia just covers her face with both hands, hiding herself from me. She says something and I can’t make it out. I reach over for her wrists, pulling them down onto her stomach, holding them as my thumb caresses the damp skin.

“Say that again, baby.”

Her stare goes to the ceiling and if she were mine, truly mine, I’d count her breaking eye contact as a strike and it’d earn her a pink-tinged handprint against that golden skinned ass. We aren’t there yet, but the second I get to spank Amelia? My palm twitches and I save that vision for my shower later.

I feel her take a deep breath, rolling her lips before she repeats herself.

“Rhodes, I have never been the prize, and yet here you are. An Adonis of a man, lying next to a sack of potatoes like me.”

“I love potatoes.”

“You know what I mean.”

Furrowing my brow, I look at her profile, noting the way her brow slopes into a strong nose. Her lips purse with each breath and as her chest rises, then falls, I take all of her in. She could be in the sexiest scraps of silk and I’d still prefer this version of her. Yes, she’s wearing a sweatshirt and the tightest pair of shorts I have ever seen. The way the skin-tight fabric molds to her valleys and curves would bring any man down in supplication.

My eyes roam back to her face and then travel the length of her hair. Long enough I would wrap it around my fist, guiding her while she kneels at my feet or pounding her pussy from behind. The slivers of purple woven through her strands are fitting for Amelia, giving the smallest glimpse of who is behind the curtain.

“I don’t, Amelia. I do actually love potatoes. I also happen to love the way your body is. This is a warrior’s weapon if you ask me.”

A noise escapes her, letting me know that she isn’t convinced.

“You could make any person, man or woman, fall to their feet and do your bidding. Not only are the curves on your body downright sinful but this,” I tap the side of her head, “this is one of the most brilliant things about you. I’ve never seen you be rude to a single person, you track every little thing about someone, and you command a room simply by being present. You’re usually three steps ahead of everyone else.” I place my hand on her cheek, pulling her gaze to mine. “You are not a sack of potatoes, even though I’d love to eat you.”

A giggle escapes before Amelia realizes it, and I will never forget the sound. Hearing this woman be happy is now my mission, my life’s work. If I could take the sadness and hurt she’s feeling and wrap it into my bones, I would.

The giggles cease, her eyes now focused on the rest of my body. “But what about you?” She asks, gesturing to the raging erection I’ve had since she climbed into my bed, mixing her scent with mine.

“I’ll be fine.” I duck my head to meet her eyes that have lowered and she looks up through those lashes. “I’m old friends with rubbing one out in the cold shower, kochanie . Besides, I’ve a vision in my bed that I most definitely will be using later to my advantage.” Her cheeks heat, the blush rising up her face. “I want you to know that I will stop should you say stop. You letting me in? That is an absolute treasure that I will never take for granted. I want you to know that I am someone you can trust, Amelia.”

Those big, grey orbs widen as they look at me. It is as if I could see into the very depths of her if I wanted to; the flecks subtly marked against a darker grey, variations of hues dancing in the pale light from the lamp on the nightstand.

“I’m not worth it, Rhodes.”

I blink in disbelief, then anger sets in. “I don’t know whoever made you feel that way, baby. I’d kill them if you gave me a name. The fuckers. I don’t like you talking about yourself this way. Fuck them. Fuck. Them.” She gasps, sitting up a little and turning into me. “You are worth more than the stars in the sky, Amelia. It is a godsdamn shame you don’t see it, but that’s alright. I’ll remind you just how much you are worth every day, if you’ll let me.”

I watch as she sits completely straight up, hair draping her shoulders, and she pulls the sleeves of her sweatshirt over her hands. “Why did you thank me for stopping earlier? I told you I would.” Her hands stop their movement and she swallows hard. I watch her run her tongue along her teeth before she answers.

“I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to trust my body with you. I want to. Gods, I want to have you against me so badly. I’ve never been able to say something and another person just accept it.”

I peer up at her, an idea forming in my head. It is very likely that it’ll push her to the upper end of her limits, forcing her to establish a boundary that will be uncomfortable. I can feel my eyes narrowing as Amelia fidgets before me. She is uncomfortable with being in the spotlight but not because she doesn’t like the attention. She’s never felt worthy of being focused on by someone, let alone without stipulation tied to it.

It is time we break that.

I sit up, crossing my legs in front of me so that our knees touch. Amelia moves to mimic my movement, and I softly push her back against my mattress. Maintaining eye contact, I reach one hand up, dancing my fingertips across her temple, before weaving my hand in her hair and giving it a slight tug. That mouth I’d love to slip my cock into parts on a gasp. I bring my other hand to ghost up her arm, blazing a trail from her wrist then to her shoulder, and finally resting at her jaw. I cup it, staring into her eyes, and wait for her to make her move. I watch as her breath stutters, then quickens, trying not to pay attention to the way her eyes heat with desire that she is terrified to act on.

“Do you touch yourself, Amelia?” My voice is lower, softer, and commanding. Another soft gasp leaves her, and I bring my face down to hers, our noses touching. “Tell me, do you play with this pussy when she’s drenched, starving for attention?”

My lips barely touch hers, a tease as I grin against her. Keeping my hand in her hair, I run my other palm down the center of her until I reach the swell of her hips, my thumb rubbing under the hem of her sweatshirt. Her eyes tighten, and I tighten my grip on her crown. “Do you slip one of these dainty fingers between the lips of your swollen cunt, collecting your own wetness before slamming them deep inside you?”

“Rhodes,” she breathes. I rub my fingers along her belly, keeping my touches light and unassuming. I’ve seen her curves dance when no one is around, illuminated by the dimmed lights in her house. She doesn’t realize just how close I’ve been—how well she has been watched over.

“Are you loud as you force your cunt to take another finger, the slight stretch fueling your friction? Do you push these goddess hips as wide as they’ll pull, your fingers hungry to reach that spot you can’t ever seem to get to by yourself? Is your dresser drawer full of toys, ones that you pull out when stuffing your aching pussy isn’t enough?” I pause, waiting for an indication that she’s reached a limit, smirking when I don’t see one. “Can I lift this sweatshirt a little, Amelia?”

She nods, and for anyone else that may have been enough. Fuck anyone else. Nonverbal consent will not work for me right now.

“Words, Amelia.”

“Yes, Rhodes.” My brave girl.

I graze the sides of her torso, adoring the way she is soft against my calloused soul. I push the material up, bunching it just under her sternum. Her skin here is soft and tanned, like the rest of her. I just need her to trust me. It doesn’t matter if she is wary of the rest of the world, she is mine . I feel her body tense under my palms and I push her through it. Her stomach is pillowy in the way it gives under my hands, the silvery stripes of her stretched skin on her torso are reminders of a life lived.

They’re her kintsugi.

“I bet you run your hands down this body, giving yourself the love you crave, the attention you’re starved for. I think you do, baby. I think you tug these tits until you cry out, rolling your nipples between your fingers. You move down, dancing along these sinful curves until you reach where you ache.” My hands are back at the crest of her hips, resting over the hem of those bike shorts, her skin a contrast to the slick material. I slip one finger slightly beneath them, teasing and coaxing the soft, bare skin.

I hold eye contact, seeing the instant Amelia begins to slip into that place she retreats to. It tells me I’m nearing the point of no return, that I am approaching her limits.

“Stay with me, Amelia. Stay right here. Let me play.” Her eyes lock on mine and I see them come back to the present. Good girl, kochanie.

A soft okay falls from her lips and I look up. Her head is tilted up, that neck I’d very much love to run kisses down exposed. I feel her hip come up, seeking the movement I’ve stalled in giving. I ghost my touch along Amelia’s inner thigh, dancing along her skin. Finally cupping her through the material, I feel her wetness seep through. Amelia moans and I push the heel of my hand against her clit, increasing my pressure against her heat.

I want her to yield, to trust me to ensure that she is safe and cherished.

“More, Rhodes. I need more.”

This will be where she’ll fight me, caught between what her body wants and what her mind won’t allow. I withdraw my hand from the heaven between those thighs, earning a whimper of opposition. Hooking my thumbs under the waistband, I look up at her, seeing the panic creeping in as she shakes her head against the pillow. I start to pull them away from her body, the slightest drag against her. Her stomach tenses, fists balling into the blankets beneath her. I pause, knowing that if I continue, she’ll likely use her safeword. While I want to challenge her, the last thing I want is to send her into a panic. Being bare with me is a hard limit for her and I will honor that.

“Do you use a vibrator, kochanie ?” Her eyes dart to mine, hesitation laced within them. “I’m not taking your clothes off because you tensed at the suggestion of me seeing all of you, bared before me. So, let me use a toy and get you seeing stars, okay?” I had ordered an assortment to keep at my place for her pleasure and couldn’t wait to tease her. Torment her. Own her.

Amelia sighs, a resigned groan coming from her. I lean over her sinful body, my chest draped across her, and open the drawer of my nightstand. I won’t hesitate when it comes to her pleasure. There is an assortment to choose from and I find myself smiling internally as I make a choice. Amelia may have walls built around the physicality of sex, but when it comes to her own gratification, she will learn that I pull no punches. She is the entirety of my world. I run my fingers along the various vibrators, stilling over a pair of nipple clamps. Perhaps we could build up to using those, the thought of her pert nipples trapped is a tantalizing idea. I glance back at her.

“Which is your favorite, baby?” Her hands fly to her face, effectively hiding herself from me, and I chuckle. A muffled noise comes from her, and it sounds like her vibrator of choice is a rabbit vibrator. There’s only one in my collection that matches that description, and I tilt my head, grabbing it before settling back beside her. There is a large bulbous end that has ribbing along it before tapering to a smaller head that would nestle against her clit. That head is pebbled and there is a notch where, if I wanted, I could ensure that her swollen nub lay right in the crevice. This would likely fill her, stuffing her needy pussy, while the button on the handle allows for control of the pattern of vibrations.

I hold it above us, clicking it on, before touching it to her arm. Goosebumps rise and follow the path I’m tracing along the planes of Amelia. I work my way toward the middle of her body, dipping the toy into her belly button before dipping my head to circle it with my tongue. I continue the assault on her body, vibrations of varying intensities humming as I reach the crux of her thighs. Her breath hitches, and I run the toy over her bike shorts, paying special attention to her slit.

“Can I dip this inside your shorts, Amelia?” Her eyes are closed and she is lost to the sensations overpowering her mind. This is what I wanted. I need Amelia to experience this bliss fully, without having to wage war with herself.

“Please,” a broken whimper falls into the silent room.

I run the toy along the waistband before dipping it against her hot center. My skin doesn’t touch hers, the toy creating a buffer between us. The fabric of her shorts makes everything snug and adds a delicious pressure to my hand and to her cunt. I keep my eyes on her face, wanting to see her fall apart. I need to see her fly.

Running the toy along her slick pussy, I notch the larger head at the opening of her sex and wait. My thumb clicks the button twice and I feel the pulsing increase in both speed and strength. This will be useful later when I want to edge her.

“Rhodes.”

I hum, refusing to move my hand despite her hips starting to buck and grind themselves against the toy. I want her whiny, aching, needy.

“Please, Rhodes. Ple-” I slam the toy into her, pressing it firmly along her cunt and holding it there unrelenting. My hand moves to her hip, pinning her ass to the bed and forcing her to take what I give her. One click of the button pushes the vibrator to the highest setting and Amelia erupts.

Her back bows off the bed, fingers weaving themselves into the knit blanket under her. A crescendo of pleasure fills the air, the shaking of limbs melding with the scream of exhilaration. I feel her orgasm leak down my hand, coating both the toy and me. I’ve never been more proud of another soul.

I keep the toy there, easing her back to existence before slipping it from her shorts. She’s gently panting, licking those now dry lips, and her heavy eyes meet mine as the smallest of smiles creeps along her lips. I set the toy down and lift my fingers to my mouth, sucking the essence of her off them, making sure not a single drop is missed.

“Even better than potatoes.”