Page 86 of After the Vows

“I fucking love this bikini.” I trace my finger along the edge of the material. “But you are never wearing it in public again.”

She wraps her legs around my waist and rubs her core against my cock. “You’re cute if you think you can tell me what I can and cannot wear.”

I unwind her legs and pin her thighs to the bed with my hands. “I’m in charge here.”

She glares at me in response but she can’t fool me. I felt her full body shiver.

“Don’t move.”

I wait until she nods to stand. I dig around in my dresser until I find what I want. I lift the handcuffs in the air. “You okay with these?”

She nods.

“I need the words.”

“Yes, Mr. Law and Order, please handcuff me to your bed while I’m naked and have your wicked way with me.”

I grin. “Your wish is my command.”

I cuff her hands separately to the slats in my headboard. I stand and observe my handiwork. She’s my captive. I can do to her what I want.

Because she trusts me. Chloe doesn’t trust many people outside of her small circle. But she trusts me. She shared things with me about her mother her friends don’t know. This woman is mine. I’m keeping her.

“Spread your legs.”

She widens her legs and I kneel in between them. I glide my fingers up and down her legs. Goosebumps follow in my wake.

She pulls on the handcuffs. “Are you going to touch me tonight?”

I freeze. “Am I not touching you now?” I slide my palm along the outside of her leg.

“You’re not touching the good parts.”

I circle a freckle on her thigh. “Is this not the good part? Your creamy skin. I love how soft it is.”

She groans. “You’re going to drive me crazy, aren’t you?”

I wink. “Maybe.”

She doesn’t back down. My Chloe never backs down. She doesn’t let life beat her up. She falls down. She gets back up. “I guess I’ll have to wear this bikini more often then. Mowing the lawn. Cleaning the house. Rid—”

I pinch her nipple and she gasps. “Yes.”

I pull on the string between her breasts and the material falls away to reveal her creamy breasts. I knead and massage them until she’s squirming beneath me. Only then do I take one into my mouth. I lick and suck until her nipple is a hard point. Then, I switch breasts.

“So pretty,” I murmur. Her breasts are red from my beard and her nipples are pointing straight at me. She arches her back but I don’t accept her invitation. It’s time to move on.

I toy with the edge of her bikini bottoms. She plants her feet on the bed and lifts herself in offering to me.

“Such a needy little thing.”

“I need you inside me.”

I love it when a woman tells me what she wants.

I drag a finger along the gusset of her bikini bottoms. “You want my fingers?”

She shakes her head.

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