Page 83 of With This Ring

“You sure about this?”Carter asks softly in my ear as he checks the scarves around my wrist. They’re not tight enough where I can’t get out of them, but they’re secure enough that I’ll have to put forth a lot of effort to slip them.

“Very sure. My safe word is squash.”

Carter’s warm breath fans over my ear as he chuckles. “I’ll remember that.” I feel movement on the bed, but I can’t see that he’s doing. The blindfold only allows me to see a tiny sliver of light, but not much else.

Ever since Carter gave me what I craved when I went to The Devil’s Den, I’ve been trying to figure out when to return the favor. Luckily for me, it didn’t require us going back to the club. But it did require us having our own place.

Staying with Dominic was nice, especially the weekly dinners. I still cooked as often as I could, but it was nice for an actual chef to make some masterpieces. But it limited what we could do in the bedroom. Dominic gave us sly looks, so I know he heard us sometimes when we were fucking. I can onlyimagine what he would think if he saw his son had tied me to his headboard. So being out of his house makes it much easier to do this.

We moved into our new home three nights ago and our bedroom furniture was delivered yesterday. The six bedroom, eight bath mini mansion is equipped with a basement gym with the same panic room and tunnel system Carter had in his old place. We also have a theater room right next door to our room, with an entrance that leads through, so we don’t really have to leave the room to cuddle and watch a movie.

Nico and Gavin each have their own rooms on the bottom floor. It’s basically like their own suite down there. They have free rein of everything down there, but we all share the kitchen. Unlike at Carter’s old place, we plan to make good use of the pool, especially when it’s warmer and we don’t want to work out in the gym.

Carter’s favorite part of his new place is the curtains. He bitched about the sun always streaming through his windows at his old place, but the fucker never bothered to get curtains. The retractable ones we have now shut him the fuck up on that front. He woke up this morning without complaining that if he could, he’d shoot the sun out of the sky. He’s so cranky in the mornings.

One of Carter’s hands drifts down my body, stopping briefly to lay over my heart. Right where the tattoo of his name is. The same artist that did all of his tattoos did mine. And the one that’s over his chest with my full name. Kaison. I grin every time I see it, just as Carter does when he sees me shirtless. I’m his forever, just like he’s mine.

I start slightly when his warm lips press against my tattoo. “You’re mine, Kai. Branded with my name like you’ll be branded with my marks before we’re done playing.”

“Yes,” I groan, writhing against him.

He plants one more kiss to my chest before he turns me to my stomach with gentle hands. The scarves twist on my wrist, immobilizing me more. He lifts me until my ass is in the air, my arms crossed in front of me.

I love the sinful sound he makes when his hand trails from the top of my back down to my ass. He grabs a handful, kneading the round globes. “Did I ever tell you your ass was perfect?”

“Every day since we met,” I joke in a panting voice. “You gonna do something with it?”

My breath comes out in a burst when I feel his wet tongue against my hole. He leisurely licks at me, taking his time to trail his tongue over the ridged skin of my pucker.

A curse leaves my lips as I push back more, trying to get his tongue inside. But Carter is content to tease me. My dick hardens more with each swipe, bobbing and begging for attention. Carter doesn’t touch me there either. He just laps at me slowly, getting my hole wet and soft.

“Carter, please,” I beg, no longer ashamed of the action. In fact, it makes me feel good to give that piece of myself to him; I know he won’t abuse it. He cherishes it when I give over that control. He takes care of me when I do.

He takes care of me even if I don’t.

“In a minute,” he whispers against my hole before going back in for another taste. “Let me eat you for a little while. I enjoy how you squirm for me.” Carter dives back in for another swipe of his tongue, and I do just that. Puffs of air leave my throat as I pull against my bindings. I want out of them so I can touch him, so I can press his face deeper into my ass so he can make me come like this. But I like being at his mercy, so I don’t try too hard.

He eats me out for another few minutes, until I’m a babbling mess, tears leaking from under my blindfold. God, I want to come. I want him to keep touching me. I want his dick in me.

After one more drag of his tongue, Carter moves away, no longer touching or licking at me. I whine, pulling at the bindings again. I strain my ears to try to figure out where he is, but he always moves silently.

Even though I can’t see him, I can feel his eyes on me. It makes me feel hot, desirable. The ownership in his gaze makes my dick harder if that’s possible.

A faint whirring noise fills the air, and I look around, trying to figure out where it’s coming from and what it is. The sound is familiar, but I can’t place it.

The bed dips behind me and Carter rubs lubed fingers around my hole. He slides them in gently, and I moan, throwing my head back. Carter hums, pushing his fingers deeper inside. When he curls them and hits my prostate, I about jump a foot off the bed.

“Yes, babe,” I pant, wanting so much more.

His hand comes down on my ass sharply and I jump again but roll my hips into the pain. Another swat, then another, then another. My ass radiates with heat, but it feels so fucking good. Carter told me he was into impact play. This is the first time we’ve tried it for an extended period. He’s spanked me during sex and knew I was into it, but this is next level. Fucking phenomenal.

“Feel good?” he asks, rubbing gently over my cheeks, soothing the ache from his swats.

“Yes,” I groan. “More.”

His fingers still tunnel inside me, bringing me indescribable pleasure. Just before I can roll off that cliff of my release, Carter pulls back, not giving me what I want.

“Carter. Please, fuck, please. Spank me again.”

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