Page 207 of Unexpected Hero

“They all feel the same?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl. Roll over flat on your stomach. Grab the rails of the bed frame.”

She’s not a rope bottom, and I don’t know if she’ll ever be. But she’s slowly becoming comfortable with some light bondage.

I haven’t been inclined to force the issue or test her. I’m so crazy about her that any way she shares her body with me leaves me more than satisfied. I don’t need kinks to feel arousal or gratification with Lettie.

She’s perfect, exactly how she is. And I don’t see myself ever needing more than she can give.

No idea what she’s doing with a man like me, but even if I was forced to, I couldn’t walk away from her.

It’s going to fucking break me when she leaves.

Leaning my torso across her back, I loop the shirt over and under her belted arms, securing her to the wrought iron headboard rails. I should thank Sawyer for choosing this bed design. It’s perfect.

With my mouth beside her ear, I husk out, “There. Now you can’t disobey me.”

“I also can’t play with my nipples like you wanted.”

Shifting to my knees, I rest on my heels while straddling her beautiful nude form. I swat her ass cheek lightly with my palm, loving the sound of the smack and the sight of her decadent rippling. “Lettie, you lost the privilege to touch yourself when you wouldn’t listen after being warned. The only pleasure you can have is what I decide to give you.”

“Joke’s on you. I love the pleasure you give me more than I like touching my nipples.”

I grab her ass cheeks roughly and spread them apart. She tilts her hips, presenting herself to me. “Your body wants to obey, sugar bear. But that mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble.”

“Maybe you should put something in it to teach it a lesson,” she taunts, wiggling her hips to make her ass jiggle in my hands.

Her snark earns her another playful smack. She moans softly into the pillow, and I bite my tongue to prevent myself from taunting her back to draw more sass from her. She’s baiting me into spanking her, topping from the bottom.

“I’m not fucking your sassy mouth tonight. Now, are you going to feed me more of this delicious pussy, or do you want me to fuck it?”

“Fuck it, please,” she whimpers, her hips grinding into the mattress.

“With my fingers, your vibrator, or my cock?”

She bats her eyes at me from over her shoulder. “Can I choose more than one since you missed our sexiversary supper?”

Powerless to deny her, I nod.

“I want your cock and my vibrator, please.”

“At the same time?”

Nodding tentatively, she nibbles her lower lip and closes her eyes like she’s embarrassed.

The vibrator was another of her firsts that I gladly claimed. I can’t believe she’d never put anything inside this silky pussy. My fingers and my cock were the first to be inside her. Not even a tampon or her own fingers.

How unfortunate for every man who’s ever wanted her. But all the better for me, being the only man she gives this gift to.

Slowly, these last few months, I’ve helped her get comfortable with her body, attempting to move her past her childhood issues. But at times, the shame is still there. She tries to pretend it’s not, but I’ve caught her crying in the bathroom after we’ve been intimate. And her face goes blank and she freezes occasionally like it did that night in the voyeur room.

Every time it happens, I hold her and tell her she’s perfect.

Because she is.

I’ve never witnessed anything more beautiful than when she frees herself, letting the pleasure consume her. She’s exquisite. If only she saw herself the way that I do.

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