Page 137 of The Good Girl Effect

I pull away and stare up at him as I’m assaulted by a heated arousal low in my belly.

Holding my waist, he tugs me against him as he adds, “Naked.”

“Yes, my love,” I reply softly.

Pulling away from his arms, I walk up the stairs. There’s a buzz of anticipation under my skin. It feels like ages since I’ve been bound up by him. I miss the calm connection between us. I miss feeling his fingers work and the control of his movements.

When I reach the room, I get to work removing my clothes and tossing them in a basket in the corner. Once I am completely naked, I kneel in the middle of the room and wait for him.

His footsteps on the stairs make me moist with excitement. My heart hammers faster in my chest, and it reminds me of the first night I met him up here. The way it felt to know we were crossing a line and indulging in things we shouldn’t.

Now I’m free to have him as much as I want forever. It feels like a dream.

When the door opens, I turn my gaze down to the floor and wait. He walks into the room steadily and stops behind me. As he braids my hair, I get lost in the movement.

Once he’s done, he tugs on my braid, forcing my face up toward him. He smiles down at me, and I smile back.

It’s just us.

“A simple bind tonight,” he says as he strokes my head. “I just need to be inside you.”

“I’m yours,” I whisper in return.

I am his, and he is mine. This is our promise to each other.

It means that no matter what life throws at us or what we face, we will always have a safe space to return to. I will be his comfort and his home.

And he will be my family.

Jack slowly unbuttons his shirt and pulls it from his shoulders. He’s building the suspense, making me wait, just like how our relationship started. The agony of wanting and waiting makes the payoff that much better.

I watch as he opens the door of the wardrobe and pulls out the rope. Kneeling in front of me, he binds my hands. Justfeeling his deft movements as he loops, knots, and ties my wrists together feels like home. It’s a loose bind around my wrists, like wearing a pair of handcuffs.

“Kiss me, please,” I beg when he’s done. One tug on my bound hands, and I’m jerked toward him. My lips land against his, and he kisses me with passion and desire.

“Take out my cock,” he mutters against my mouth.

Reaching down, I work open the button of his pants. It’s awkward with the ropes around my wrists, but I manage to get his trousers open enough to reach in and wrap my fingers around his stiff length.

He lets out a growl and kisses me harder.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he says, removing his pants in a rush. Then he moves to his back and pulls me on top of him. My legs straddle his hips as he aims his cock for my core. It’s times like these, when Jack’s passion takes over, that I realize how perfect we are for each other. He can be as impulsive and excitable as I am. At times, he can betoo muchtoo.

Staring into his eyes, I lower my hips a little slowly, swallowing his cock as I go. The pressure of his length filling me up is exquisite. Small moans and gasps escape my lips as my body is reacquainted with his. Once I’m seated on top of him, we stare into each other’s eyes with love.

“I’m yours,” he whispers.

We stay like this for a while. There are no words left to say. No wounds to mend or apologies to accept. I know where he stands, and he knows where I stand.

After a moment, I start to grind my hips, finding so much pleasure in the sensation. His hands rest softly on my thighs as I move, setting the pace and intensity. He looks like he’s in heaven, watching me find my own climax with his body.

Moving my hands to my clit, I rub it fiercely as I chase my pleasure. Watching him lie on the floor of the room where we first fell in love feels like a full-circle moment.

He’s mine. The man in the photo is forever mine.

I was never supposed to be here, and somehow, I’ve made it my home.

Hypnotized by the sensation and rapid movement of my hips, I nearly lose track of time and space. When my moans grow too loud, he clamps a hand over my mouth and stares up at me with fire in his eyes.