Page 11 of The Throwback

“Remind me to buy her a car,” he rasps, stepping back into me. “Are you drunk, Bay?”

I shake my head, swallowing thickly. “No. I stopped drinking hours ago. Everyone started to fall asleep, so I cleaned up and then snuck out.”

“Can we play?” he asks. I hesitate at first, but not because I don’t want to. I know I shouldn’t worry aboutthe fact that we just came back into each other’s lives after so many years apart, and what Mads said earlier was true. I know how I feel about Jett. Maybe it’ll turn into more, maybe it won’t. But why waste the time we have here not doing things just because we feel like other people might think it’s wrong? None of this feels wrong to me.

“Yes,” I whisper, right before he dips down and presses his lips to mine. I snake my arms over his shoulders, and he lifts under my ass, urging me to bring my legs around his waist. He deepens the kiss, massaging my tongue with his as he turns and carries me to the bed, dropping me onto the mattress and crawling over me. I can’t stop myself from lifting my hips into the air, desperate for some friction, but he doesn’t give it. Instead, he reaches over to the pile of stuff next to me, gathers my wrists in both hands, and fastens them into the restraints. Each one is secured separately with Velcro, then they’re tied together in the front. When he’s content with the pretty pink bow, he gently brings my arms up over my head. “Keep them here or I’ll tie them to the headboard. Understand?”

I nod my head rapidly and my pulse speeds up as he reaches back over and returns with the blindfold. He gently places it over my eyes, lifting my head just enough to fasten it at the back. My breathing quickens, and my chest heaves with every inhale as I wait to find out what he’ll do next.

“Have you ever heard of a Pleasure Dom, Bailey?” he asks. I shake my head, because while the words seem pretty self-explanatory, I want him to tell me himself. “It’s someone who gets off on making their partner come. Making you feel good last night was all I needed to explode the way I did. I asked you if you wanted another one, and stopped when you said you were satisfied, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to force more orgasms out of you. I wanted to make you feel so much pleasure that you broke and cried for me. I wanted to make you come so many times that you begged me to stop. I knew I couldn’t do that last night. But if you trust me, I’d like to try now. We’ll test it at first. I’ll check in after every orgasm and see if you’d like to keep going. If you don’t, we’ll stop immediately, and I’ll provide aftercare. If you do, I’ll keep pushing you as close to your limits as you can handle.”

I play the words over in my head, weighing the consequences, but ultimately throw caution to the wind because I can’t think of anything I want more right now than to let this man make me his.

“I trust you.”

SEVEN

JETT

Thank fuck.

My cock turns to stone as Bailey whispers her consent, giving me permission to do what I’ve been dreaming of all day. Ever since I made her come last night, my mind has been fixated on witnessing it again.

“We need a safe word,” I tell her. “What’ll it be?”

“Can’t I just tell you to stop if I want you to stop?” she questions.

I gently remove the blindfold from her eyes because I need her to understand how serious this is. Reaching over, I turn on the bedside lamp, and she squints as her eyes adjust to the light.

“Listen to me,” I say softly. “Even though I only want to bring you pleasure, there will be times where I’m pushing a very fine line toward pain. Depending on your tolerance and how needy you are to come, you may or may not be able to handle it. There might be points where your brain is telling you it’s too much, but your body wants to keepgoing. That’s why we need a word that cuts everything off—so I know you’re there. It’s extremely important to me that I never do anything you aren’t comfortable with. Establishing a safe word is a big part of that. Okay?”

She nods her head, swallowing thickly. “Yeah. Okay.”

I lean down, pressing my lips to hers in a soft kiss, grateful that she’s willing to do this in the only way I could move forward with it. “What’s it going to be, pretty girl? Any word you want, as long as you’ll be able to remember it if necessary.”

She contemplates for a few moments before speaking. “Rock.”

I laugh, because apparently some things never change. As kids, we’d scour the beach for hours, searching for the smoothest, roundest rocks. They couldn’t be too big, because she liked to hold them in her hands, rubbing her thumb along their surfaces as we walked and talked.

“Alright,” I reply. “Rock, it is. Use it if you need to and we’ll pull the plug. There’s no shame in saying it, and we’ll discuss it afterward if you want. I never want to hurt you, Bay.”

She nods. “Okay. Can I please have my blindfold back?”

I chuckle, lifting the fabric between us. “This what you want?” I taunt, earning a cute little smile.She’s going to be a lot of fucking fun.

“Yes,” she says sweetly, and I lean back down, securing it behind her head and making sure it won’tmove when she starts thrashing around. Becauseshe will.I’ll make sure of it.

I waste no time dipping down and sweeping my tongue between her tits that are peeking out from the top of her nightie. Teasing my way upward, I nip gently at her neck, working toward her ear and dragging my teeth across her lobe as she begins squirming around on the mattress.

“I hope you’re ready to soak those little panties with how much you’re going to want me to touch you,” I say with my mouth pressed to her ear. “Because I’m not taking them off until I’m sure they’re wet enough to stick to your cunt as I pull them away from it.”

Ghosting my hand from her navel to her breast, I graze her nipple with a fingertip, making her arch into me for more as her mouth goes slack. She gasps when I give it a light pinch, and my cock weeps at the sound of her desperation. I can’t stop myself from pulling the fabric down and swirling my tongue around the peaked bud, feeling the bed shift as her legs open on their own accord.

“Look at that,” I say. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re spreading wide for me. What a good girl.” She whines in response, lifting her hips off the bed, but I pull away.

“Not yet, baby. You can try to fuck the air all you want, but it’s not going to give you what you need. That hungry pussy belongs to me right now, and it’ll get fed when I say it’s time.”

“Jett,” she whimpers, and I almost abandon the entire plan right then, because just hearing my namecome from her lips in such anguish makes me want to give her everything.

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