Page 60 of The Games We Play (Balance of Power #3)

“I bought duplicates of everything you had in your drawer,” I state as I inspect the pink rubber toy, turning it on and off to test the charge, “and a few other items.” I pull out a blindfold, rope handcuffs, and a leather chain and choker.

Her eyes widen and her breath becomes heavy. She might be anxious, but she’s exhilarated, as well.

After we had sex the first time…again…I didn’t need to say how much control I like to have, that much was obvious. But, I did mention to her that I wanted to tie her up, which I knew wouldn’t be something in the cards for us considering what she went through.

She surprised me when she said she wanted to explore those kinks, that she trusted me and wanted to give up control.

I immediately researched restraints that wouldn’t hurt or intimidate her if we did try, and found these silk made rope cuffs.

They look like an infinity loop and feel like butter.

There are plastic clips at the end of the loop that you can easily press to make tighter or looser.

The leather choker looks like a necklace with a chain that dips all the way down the channel of your chest, but when you pull on it, the leather choker becomes tighter.

It might be too early for her to explore this, but she shared with me how badly she wanted it and I’ll be ready whenever she is .

Her eyes flicker between the cuffs and my eyes, and when they land on mine, they are as feral as I feel. Her pupils are blown out and they don’t stray from mine as she crosses her arms, gripping the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head as she tosses it to the ground.

She leans back onto the bed, lifts her hips, and pulls the denim down her strong, luscious legs. It looks like every inch of her is flushed, or maybe she’s just glowing.

She’s always looked like a goddess with a golden hue to her skin tone, but now knowing my baby is growing inside her… fuck, she’s absolutely stunning.

My lips part, attempting to get more oxygen as my eyes trail over her slow, deliberate movements. She uses her feet to push her jeans onto the floor, then reaches back, unhooking her bra. The straps fall forward over her arms and she slowly removes the fabric and throws it at me.

It bounces off my shirtless torso, landing at my feet, but nothing takes my attention away from her.

Her eyes are dripping with lust and need, and her expression is desperate.

The fact that she is ready and can’t hide it sets me on edge.

All the blood rushes to my cock and my pulse goes into overdrive.

All my life, I have had the ability to control my breath, my pulse, my blood pressure, the expression in my face, and even my body language. I give away nothing.

Except when it comes to her.

She lays flat, raising her arms over her head and crosses them at her wrists. Her chin lifts in confidence, silently showing me how badly she wants this.

My grasp tightens around the soft fabric as it moves between my fingers. Pressing my knee into the top of the mattress, her body dips toward me as I lean over her. I can feel the heat of her body radiate against mine .

I pull the rope through the strap I placed at the top of the bed, then pull the loops over her hands, tightening them around her wrists.

I tug on the middle, testing the movement. They are tight enough to keep them in place, but loose enough to give her space to move.

As I back away, I trail my mouth down the crease of her jaw, the column of her neck, and over the lines of her collarbone.

My tongue caresses down her breastbone and over the skin of her breasts, before my lips wrap around her taut nipple and suck before nibbling on the peak.

She gasps, moaning, her chest arching into my touch.

“You’re so sensitive.” I continue to kiss my way down her torso and belly button until I’m hovering over her pussy. My hot breath is probably cool against the warmth I feel radiating from it. I squeeze my lips together, blowing on the sensitive bud.

“Oh, Jesus,” she mewls, begging for more.

I stay hovering over her naked body, trailing my fingertips over the sensitive parts of her inner thighs, avoiding touching her in any place that I know she needs.

“More, please,” she says, arching her body off the bed.

I stick out my tongue, staring up at her. If she wants it, she can take it.

Her eyes saucer when she looks down. Her lips part when she lifts her hips, pressing her clit on the tip of my tongue as she bucks her hips back and forth.

“Oh, God.” She tosses her head back, but keeps the rhythm of her hips, aligning her clit in perfect symmetry with my tongue.

Her moans grow louder and I continue watching my gorgeous muse, move her body desperately, then grow frustrated, knowing she’ll never get what she needs unless I allow it.

“Seamus…” Her voice is needy in my ears and goes straight to my cock as I pump my hips into the side of the bed .

I reluctantly push myself off the bed and grab her favorite pink vibrator.

“What’s your safe word?”

“Orion,” she says urgently.

Flipping on the switch, the buzzing sound rips through the room like a thousand bees are swarming around it.

I press lightly over her swollen clit. Her arousal beads off the rubber tip, the sound of the vibrating wetness now fills the room, mixed with the throaty groans coming from her chest.

I press the tip closer, then pull back. Soft, then hard. Repeating that movement until she’s begging, pleading for me.

And fuck, my cock feels the same. I unbutton my fly and allow the denim to splay open, exposing the base of my hard cock that’s pressing down between my legs.

“Mmm, fuck.” I growl. Mimi stares between my legs as I pull out my cock and stroke it from base to tip. Using the precum to circle over the crown, I cover the tip and round over the top, then stroke down to the base.

She knows how often I watch her doing yoga in the morning—every fucking day—but she’s never witnessed me take my pleasure. And by the way she’s bucking and moaning, she likes it.

I continue to give myself long, languid tugs. My mouth drops open as pressure builds at the base of my spine, and I breathe through, holding myself back.

Jesus fuck, the things she does to me, stealing my control without even trying.

I push the tip into her clit hard, needing her orgasm like I need my next breath.

She screams as her hips buck and hands pull at the restraints. Her head is pressing into the mattress as she tosses it back and forth, her breath heavy and labored.

Pulling the vibrator away from her body, I toss it on the bed and push my jeans down my legs. Stepping out of them, I press my hips in between hers, the back of my cock rubbing between the arousal that coats her lips, and I piston my hips over her center, rubbing the crown against her clit.

“That’s one, sunshine.” I continue to buck my hips, running the tip over her sensitive bud. “Give me another,” I demand.

My cock is throbbing, but I don’t hold back and keep my pace. Her body trembles before another whimper and she comes again, groaning through another climax.

I pull back and lean over the bed, grabbing the blindfold and quickly placing it over her head. Her eyes were squeezed shut coming down from her orgasm, so she gasped with surprise.

Thank God it was only three days, because I can’t hold myself back anymore.

Grabbing a small bullet vibrator, I hold it between my fingertips and graze it over the tops of her feet, over her calves, and up her inner thighs. She’s begging, but this time it’s for a break or to stop. She’s mumbling, but there’s a hint of smile behind that blindfold.

“Do you need to use your safe word?” I ask, placing myself between her legs and pressing my palms on the inside of her knees, spreading her wide.

“No…” she says questionably

I pinch her clit and ask again. “Do you need to use your safe word?”

“Ah, fuck. No.”

“Good.” I thrust into her. My cock is so fucking hard and already throbbing.

I reach up, cupping my hands around the base of her throat. Her lips part from the unexpected sensation, and I wondered how much she’d like this being tied up and blindfolded. I ease my grip, tightening slowly and her pussy contracts around me.

Fuck, she likes it.

I grab the leather choker and tuck it behind her neck. I connect the chain and tug lightly at first as she takes in some air, then pull tighter as I thrust into her.

I watch her face closely. I want so badly to bring her the ultimate pleasure, but I’m not even sure she knows her limits and I refuse to push them too far, especially now that she's pregnant.

Then the thought of my baby growing in her hits me like a freight train. A sense of pride, ownership, and possessive rips through me.

My balls tighten and my cock jerks, and I need her to come with me.

“Tell me your mine.” I rub my thumb through her arousal and circle it around her back hole.

“Oh fuck, I’m yours.”

“Who’s going to claim every inch of this gorgeous fucking body?” I ask, putting more pressure as I press into the tight ring.

“You, Seamus. You.” I press the tip in and her pussy clenches against my cock, pulling out my orgasm with hers.

“Fuuuuccccck,” I hiss out, my body falling over hers. We’re both covered in a sheen of sweat, and only the sound of our labored breath fills the room.

I reach up and push the blindfold back, then snap the plastic clasps loose from the rope cuffs.

She pulls her hands down, and runs her hands through my hair, pulling my lips up to meet hers.

“I love you,” she whispers into my mouth with a kiss that says everything.

She’s always been the one to believe in karma and fate. I’ve never believed in signs, divine intervention, or some higher power creating our destiny. But the way we came back to each other will never cease to amaze me, and it will be the only time that I admit it was nothing short of a miracle.

I rub the pad of my finger over her Orion tattoo.

“It’s always been you, sunshine.”