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She’s sitting up on the bed with her back against the plethora of pillows on it. I can’t wait to push the pillows onto the ground and take her again. “I, uh, haven’t had sex for fun in a long time. Most of the time, my experiences have been getting other people off. Exercising the emotional side of BDSM.”

My fingers wrap around the rope I’m holding. My other hand grabs her ankles to pull her closer to me. “I won’t tell anyone how much you loved submitting to me, sweetness.”

“What is the safe word?” Serena whispers.

“What do you want it to be?”

“Pillow. I say it, and everything ends.”

I wrap the rope around her ankles to the railing at the end of the bed. “Okay, sweetness. What is something you don’t like?”

“I’ll let you know.”

Crawling up her body, I tie her hands together, unlike her ankles. “You look so beautiful tied up for me.”

“Please take off your clothes for me,” she begs.

“Want to see my cock?”

Nodding, she tries to push herself up on the bed. “Yes. I would love to suck it, too.”

I slide off of her, make quick work of my clothes, and then reach into my pocket to grab a condom. “I hate to have something separate us like this. I’ll get tested tomorrow so I can slide into your hot body without a barrier.”

“Max,” she screams. “I feel like I’m dying.”

“You’re not dying, sweetness,” I taunt, tugging the tip of my cock a little. The purple head is weeping to feel her from the inside. “You’re just waking up, baby. I can’t wait to see all the fire that comes out of you once I slide in.”

“I trust you. You don’t need to wear one.”

“I had a test done three weeks ago and haven’t been with anyone since,” I tell her.

She nods. I rip the rubber off, throw it off to the side.

With a quick change of positions, I flip her over, adjust her to be on her hands and knees, then slide all the way in. I’m glad the ropes allowed her to have enough leeway to move easily without biting into her skin too much.

Chapter Twenty-Five

SERENA

Holy shit. Holy shit, God damn. Fuck!

Max’s hands are holding on to my hips as he plunges his hard cock through the tightness of my thighs. With my body tied like it is, there is no way to spread my legs and let him come in from that way. No, his thick dick is making me scream out from pleasure.

“That’s it, sweetness. Take my cock. You know you love to feel me inside of you.”

I’ve been one to hand out praise to my subs, but I have never been one to receive it from someone. He has turned me inside out with just those words.

“Max,” I groan. My hands give out under me, and I fall until my face is pressed into the bed. “Fuck me harder!”

There is a slight sting from his big hand slapping my soft ass cheek. “I’m the one in control right now. Not you. You will take what I give you, baby.”

“Yes! Yes!” His thrusts should be considered punishment. Each time he slides almost all the way out before slamming back home, my breath catches in my lungs. “I’m going to come again!”

Max’s fingers slip from my hips until he’s fingering me from the front. With my legs tied like this, he plucks my pussy lips magically until he can slip his fingers inside of me.

“From now on, you exist for my pleasure. You’re mine. Do you understand me?” Each word is punctuated by his thrusting deeper inside of me. He flicks my clit just right, and I scream out from the intense second orgasm. “Do you understand?”

“Yes! Please. I want to feel you come. Please fill me up,” I whine.