Page 56 of Recklessly Yours

He slapped my hand away and grabbed his belt. A whimper slipped through my lips as my arousal skyrocketed.

“Did you want me to use this?”

“To spank me?” Oh my god. Was I really going to let him do that?

A seductive chuckle slipped past his lips. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?”

“Only with you.” The words were laced with so much truth.

“I’ll use the belt to bind your hands. It won’t leave marks on your perfect skin like the cuffs would. But only if you want that.”

I swallowed down any remaining nerves, becausefuck, yes, I did, and nodded.

“Need your words, Hattie.”

“Yes, I want you to.”

His smirk went straight to my core. “Lift your arms above your head and bring your wrists together.” He looped the belt into a figure eight and hovered over me.

I did as he asked, and as he slipped the band of leather over one hand, then the other, the rough leather scraped deliciously against my skin. He lifted my hands off the bed slightly and tightened the restraint.

His lips brushed against mine and he pulled back, searching my face. “You okay?”

“Yeah.”

“If at any point you’re not, you need to tell me. Okay?”

I nodded. The sincerity etched in his features settled deep inside me. He wasn’t just giving me what I wanted. He was making sure I was comfortable too.

He raised an eyebrow, silently reminding me that he needed my words.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

He grazed my arm with his fingertips, causing goose bumps to erupt in his wake, and stopped at my breast, running his thumb back and forth over my nipple until I was writhing. And when his hand slipped lower and he found my clit, I was sure I’d never experienced anything like this.

“I need—” I panted, suddenly unable to form a coherent thought.

“What do you need?”

“You. Need you.” I’d never needed someone as much as I needed him in this moment. I’d imagined this. Hoped for it. But it far surpassed my expectations.

“Where?” His sheathed length pressed at my entrance. “Here?”

“Yes.” My arms lifted involuntarily, but the tension around my wrists reminded me I couldn’t pull them apart, leading me to relax once again.

Teasing me, he slid his thick head along my seam. “What about tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?” I asked breathlessly.

“Yes. Will you need me tomorrow too?”

I nodded as I met his heated gaze.

“And next month?” He inched forward slowly, spreading me, forcing my walls to adjust to his size.

“Yes.”

He shoved deep inside me, pulling a gasp from my lips. The immense feeling that overtook me from being connected to him was like nothing I’d ever felt before.

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