Page 118 of Branded Hearts

He scoffs a laugh. “My pleasure, baby. In fact, I’m going to show you just how many times I can make you come.”

“And how many is that?” I ask, my voice quivering slightly.

With a wicked gleam in his blue eyes, he hops off the bed and steps out momentarily. I hear a bag open; the tap runs quickly, and then he returns, holding something behind his back. He pulls the pink vibrator out from behind him, but that’s not all. He’s holding a pair of handcuffs in his other hand.

Yes.Handcuffs.

My eyes widen, and my jaw drops.

“Second guessing yourself now, sunshine?”

I’m speechless, unable to say anything. I swallow the lump in my throat. “Bradley,” I breathe.

“You had a lot to say just before. Let’s put the theory to the test.” He smirks, twirling the handcuffs around his finger. “Trust me?”

I nod without any hesitation, still unable to find my voice. This isso dirty.Kinky. And I absolutely love every bit of it.

He steps closer, his eyes never leaving mine as he gently cuffs my wrists, attaching them to the metal frame headboard. My breathing hitches, but I am so turned on right now, squirming against the restraints.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against mine. “We’ll start off slow.” He slides my pants and underwear off in one movement, leaving me bare and exposed. “Open for me, sunshine,” he says, tapping my thigh.

I’ll never tire of him calling me that. I do as he says and open my legs, not caring about anything else because I trust this man wholly. Who would have thought that this man, always so controlled and poised, had a kinky side?

Someone pinch me.

“So fucking perfect,” he murmurs, dipping his head and placing a kiss on my sensitive flesh before parting me and diving in. His tongue makes lazy strokes, and I moan out loud. For a moment, he works me with his tongue, loosening me up. Then he inserts a finger, followed by another, and I arch into his touch. Just when I think I can’t take any more, he removes his fingers and reaches for the vibrator. It comes to life quickly, the subtle hum filling the room. I swallow my nerves, anticipation coursing through me.

He presses it to my thighs gently, trailing it down to my inner thigh, straight to my clit—holding it there softly at first, gauging my response. I bite my lip, nodding for him to continue.

“Always so responsive,” he murmurs, his voicedripping with temptation. “Such a good girl.”

The way he talks, the way he moves—it’s intoxicating. Every nerve in my body is on fire, and I’m teetering on the edge of ecstasy. My wrists are screaming to be free, but I don’t care one bit. The thrill of being restrained only adds to the sensation. He moves the vibrator slowly from my thigh, over to my pelvic bone, before dipping it lower. When it finally touches me, my body jolts forward, the handcuffs clinking against the bed frame. The vibrations pulse through me, building and building until I can’t hold back any longer.

“Bradley,” I gasp. “I’m so close.”

He smirks, his eyes dark with desire. “Then let go, sunshine, and count for me. Let me see you fall apart.” The intensity is overwhelming as the vibrator pulses against me, sending waves of electric pleasure that shoot through my core. The sensation is all-consuming, making my body tremble with each wave of stimulation. I cry out his name, lost in the sensation. My orgasm washes over me suddenly, making me jolt as the vibrator continues to rub softly against my clit. My body trembles with pleasure, each spasm heightening the exquisite waves of ecstasy.

“I don’t hear you counting,” he teases.

“One,” I manage, and Bradley beams, a low growl rumbling from his chest. I glance down, noticing the impressive bulge in his trackies. In a flash, he’s undressing, his cock springing free. With practised ease, he pulls out a condom from his pocket and swiftly sheathes himself.

“You ready to count again?”

“Oh, God. I don’t think I can,” I manage to whisper.

“Oh, yes you can, sunshine,” he assures me, and with a smooth, slow motion, he’s thrusting into me. I revel in the way he fills me up, the slight discomfort now quickly fading into a pleasurable sensation.

My hands strain against the handcuffs. The clinking of metal fills the air, blending with my moans and the sound of our bodies moving together. As he powers into me, he presses his thumb to my clit, and a second orgasm wracks my body, Bradley following along not long after, groaning through his own release. After not two, butthreeorgasms, I’m utterly spent. We both struggle to catch our breaths. He pulls out slowly and unlocks the handcuffs. I roll my wrists around, savouring the feeling of freedom, before falling back onto the bed with him.

He grabs my wrists and massages them where the restraints had once been. Bradley then collapses beside me, his chest heaving. I turn my head to look at him, a lazy smile playing on my lips.

Yeah, I could get used to this.

39

Control - Halsey

As I think about these past few weeks with Amelia, I feel completely content. Between her place and our spontaneous, secret dates—picnics out in the bush, leading to multiple sessions of fooling around, to even fucking in the back of my ute one afternoon—we’ve been at it like teenagers discovering sex for the first time. I can’t get enough of her, and she feels the same. For once, I’m completely full of happiness.

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