Page 19 of His Bound Bedmate

I closed my hands around the chains connecting my cuffs to the headboard, and held on for all I was worth. Apparently my control went right out of the window when it came to this woman…but that was fine. That was what this lifestyle was all about. I was relinquishing control to her, and it was worth it.

When I came again, I yelled her named a second time. “Millicent! Oh God, Millicent!” I felt her clench around me, and she screamed in response as her orgasm rolled over us both.

She collapsed against me, weak and panting. I felt like my bones were made of jelly, so I could only imagine how she felt.

“I love ye,” I murmured against her hair, after a long moment.

She sighed and snuggled closer, my cock still deep within her. “And I love you, husband. Thank you for opening my eyes to this.”

“This?” My lips twitched. “Lovemaking, you mean?”

“No!” She slapped my chest playfully, then rubbed the sting away. “Lovemaking with you. Control. Trust. Enough pain to bring pleasure.” She tweaked one of my nipples. “Cuffs and chains and clamps.”

I hummed. “I’m glad ye like them. Verra glad.”

“Me too.”

She shifted herself off me to undo my cuffs, and I was disappointed to lose her.

As she did, though, I saw the white ropes of my spend dripping down her thighs, and felt…proud. Primitive. She was mine, and I’d marked her, even as she’d been fooking me senseless.

As soon as my wrists were free, I pulled her towards me and rolled off the bed. We’d made a mess, but it would be cleaned later. For now…

I picked her up in my arms, both of us naked except for our cuffs—the pieces of jewelry that bound us to each other. “Come, wife,” I said as I ambled out of our secret room with her in my arms. “Allow me to get ye cleaned up.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck and played with the hairs behind my ear. “And after, husband?”

I growled and shoved my face into her hair. “After, wife, if ye still have any strength, I’ll let ye try the St. Andrew’s Cross!”

She squealed and squirmed, and I chuckled again, knowing Millicent was going to make me very happy.

Epilogue

Millicent

“Aaaand, there we are,” Findlay muttered as he tied off the last of the rope. I couldn’t see what he was doing, because he was between me and the mirror, but I was already breathing as heavily as the ropes allowed, and I knew my core was wet already.

He stepped back to let us both admire his handiwork. I was on my knees—with the lower rope already tied—in front of the huge mirror he’d had installed in our secret room two weeks ago, so I could “see how erotic” I looked all tied up, as he said.

I had to admit, this new tie was remarkably erotic. I felt… Beautiful.

“Excellent work. I like it,” I told him, trying to keep my breathing steady.

“Like it?” He raised one brow. “I can smell your cunt juices from here, wife. They’re soaking through my hard work.”

I knew I was blushing—I could see myself, after all—but I kept my attention on the ropes crisscrossing my breasts. On their own, the breast binds were more decorative than restrictive, and this new series of knots was quite pretty. But when combined with the way he’d tied my elbows together behind my back…I was well and truly immobilized, and aroused as hell.

It didn’t help that he’d figured out a way to improve the crotch tie—since I wasn’t straddling the sawhorse today—with a large knot directly over my clit. Every time I twitched, the rope pressed into my dripping core, and that knot provided pressure against my sensitive clitoris.

It was everything I could do not to squirm.

In the months since we’d been married we’d tried so many different things, but I had something I wanted to show him. “Findlay, I’ve been practicing.”

He hummed in question, but stepped closer. He was naked, since our rule was that no clothes were allowed in our secret room, unless the other requested.

Sometimes it made me hotter, to be completely nude when he was fully clothed and spanking me. For now, though, I was glad his cock was available and already erect. I supposed watching me wiggle in my ropes had turned him on, too.

I closed my lips around the end of his cock, and he dropped his head back with a groan. I had been practicing—on the cucumbers Anna had helped me sneak from the kitchen. Oh, he knew I could suck his cock, but now…

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