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“So do you, Keyne. You feel like fucking Neverland.”

She laughed, a small giggle, and shook her head. “Fucking Neverland: The Jasper Andersson and Keyne O’Connell Scandal.”

He bent down to kiss her forehead and eased out and then back in again, faster, harder. “Hush, you. Lay back and enjoy. I’m going to make you come while I’m inside you.”

She squeezed around him again and he took her hands in his, intertwined their fingers and pressed them into the pillow. Something about that small act of restraint made her eyes go glassy and her shoulders slump. Fucking lighter. He was going to enjoy the hell out of this. Out of her.

He started fucking her, harder with every thrust until she was moaning and begging and shaking, but she still hadn’t come. He was going to lose it any second so he shoved her hands together and grabbed her around the wrists and eased a hand between them to find her clit. When he located it—hard, slick and swollen—he rubbed and then pinched, not stopping his thrusts.

“Come on, sweetheart. Come for me, come on my cock, I want to feel you come on my cock.”

And then she did. The convulsive tightening of her walls around him and her cries of ecstasy made him lose his fucking mind and come incredibly hard. Like he hadn’t come for years, maybe ever. This was what it had been like the first time he’d held a girl down in bed, the first time he exerted dominance over a woman. He hadn’t had this animal satisfaction in years, but here it was, pouring into Keyne O’Connell’s sweet, hot cunt.

Chapter Nineteen

June

The way people talked about virginity, she’d thought she’d feel far different after hers was gone. Everyone was always saying things about losing it, or giving it up. Making it sound as though it were some kind of sacrifice. But she didn’t feel that way, not at all.

If anything, she’d gained something, something Jasper had given to her. Ridiculous amounts of mind-blowing pleasure, yes, but something that went far deeper than that. Acceptance. Attentiveness. Tenderness.

It confused her some that being held down, being controlled, pinched, and bitten could make her feel that way, but it had. And Jasper had said there wasn’t anything wrong with that. He had seemed to like it, too, and the way he looked at her, it was all the things she loved about Jasper all rolled up into one.

So no, she didn’t feel like she’d lost anything at all. On the contrary, she wanted more. More control, more pain, more pleasure, just... more. And though he hesitated for a split second of what might have been misgiving, he gave it to her. Oh, yes he did.

On Sunday, after they’d gotten back from her lesson with Alice, he stripped them both and followed her into the shower. While the water poured over them both, hot and soothing after her workout, he washed her hair and she thought she might die from how good his fingers felt massaging her scalp, urging her under the water to wash the suds down the drain. And as he soaped up her body, directing her to stand with her hands clasped behind her neck, it felt... reverent. But also high-handed in a way that made her need to remind herself to breathe deeply so she wouldn’t pass out. Though he was so focused on her, she had no doubt he’d catch her if she fell.

After she was squeaky clean and dried to his satisfaction, he brought her back to his bed and laid her out. Full daylight, and she was lying naked on a man’s bed. He showed her the sash from a robe he’d snagged from the bathroom. “If it’s okay with you, I’d like to tie your wrists to the bed with this.”

“Okay?” It would be awesome if that hadn’t come out as a questioning croak.

“It’s fine if you don’t want to. Or if you change your mind. You can always change your mind. So if you’re willing, I’d like to restrain you.”

Just the word—“restrain”—made her squirm. She wanted something to contain her, something to pull against that wouldn’t give way. If Jasper tied her, she wouldn’t be able to escape, she’d have no choice, and she could just let go. For as long as he held her, she’d have no responsibilities and that sounded like the best thing in the world.

“Yes, that’s okay. Better than okay, actually. I think I’d really like that.”

The corner of his mouth curled up then, carving a smile into the granite of his features. “I think you will, too. But first, I’m going to set some ground rules. Number one is that if you want me to stop anything at any time, just say the word. Eventually we’ll use safewords, but for now I’ll stop whenever you say ‘stop,’ or ‘no,’ or ‘don’t.’ If you want to practice, you can say ‘red’ to make me stop, or ‘yellow’ if you feel like you’re getting close to your limit. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“Number two is that when I ask you a question, you answer me. You have a responsibility to me to answer honestly. Don’t disappoint me.”

She shook her head, trying to imagine anything worse than disappointing Jasper. There weren’t so many things on that list, and frankly most of them had already happened. “I won’t disappoint you.”

“Good girl. That’s all for now.”

“Can it be time for the fun part?”

He grinned then, and it was almost hard for her to believe she could make him so happy. “You think this is going to be fun?”

Pressing her lips together, she nodded, trying to keep her hips still, because yes, she was sure this was going to be fun.

“Let’s see, shall we?”

Jasper reached for her hands and made quick work of tying the sash around her wrists and then fastening them to somewhere on the headboard. Her arms were stretched above her head, and she tugged. But the terry didn’t budge, she couldn’t slip out, and she gave it another yank just because she could.

“Okay?”

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