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Her big brown eyes gazed up at me. “Yes.”
“Do you love me?”
There was no hesitation in her answer. “Yes. But you scare me.”
“I know.” I raised my hand and swept a lock of hair off her forehead. “And there’s only one way that will change. I need you to give me your complete and utter surrender.”
Her eyes widened and I could feel her heart hammering against her chest. She was scared – which was turning me on – but if she didn’t give me what I asked for, things would continue the exact same way. I needed to know that she trusted me enough to not question the things I told her to do. I needed her to be my perfect obedient pet. Not all the time – I liked forcing her – but tonight. Because if she could hand her life over to me, then I’d know she was truly mine.
“Can you do that for me, Freckles?” I slid my hand under her shirt while laving my tongue on the side of her neck. “Can you be my good girl?”
“I can’t do it again.” She wiggled her hips, trying to shift away. “I’m sore.”
That was fair. I hadn’t exactly given her a break since I stole her virginity. But that wasn’t what I had in mind.
“I promise I won’t fuck your pussy.” I couldn’t stop the smirk from washing across my face.
Harper chewed on her lips for a second before shyly saying, “Okay.”
Half a second later I had her shirt pulled over her head. To her credit, she didn’t argue. Though she did look hesitant.
“Put your arms over your head.”
I had to arch my brow to get her to do that one, but when her shaky arms slowly lifted, something swelled deep inside me. A warm glow in my chest that I hadn’t felt in seven years. It shook me up for a moment. I had to blink my eyes and make sure the beauty under me was real. That perfect button nose with the thirty-seven freckles didn’t disappear.
She stayed right where she was, staring up at me with big wide eyes, while her bottom lip quivered. All I wanted to do in that moment was kiss the fear off Harper’s face and reassure her that despite everything, she would be okay.
We would be okay.
And that’s exactly what I did. I folded over her, brushing my lips over every inch of her skin. Cheeks to mouth, then across her chin and up to the tip of her nose, and then over her soft fluttering eyelids, until she let out a contented sigh. That’s when I clipped the handcuffs on her wrists.
This bed was a lot more than it seemed. I had all kinds of things tucked into it. Each and every item hidden within I’d handpicked. For her.
“Mason?” Harper tugged on the chains binding her arms down. “What are you–”
“Shhh.” I grazed my lips over hers and whispered, “You need to trust me.”
She didn’t want to. I could feel that in the way her muscles tensed. At this point, trust was a foreign feeling for both of us. That’s why this was so important. It was the first step to rebuilding that bond that we used to have. A bond that had never completely broken.
I moved down her torso, taking my time to worship her flat stomach, tiny hips, and full breasts. Sucking a pert nipple into my mouth, I let out a growl when she moaned. I could spend the rest of eternity right where I was, listening to the way her breath quickened. My dick, however, wasn’t satisfied with a taste.
When I began shimmying her shorts down her legs, Harper scooted up the bed and sat up.
“You said you wouldn’t…”
“And you said you’d give me your surrender,” I said, while grabbing her ankles to yank her back down where I wanted her. “You gonna change your mind? Because I can too.”
She shook her head and closed her eyes.
When I striped her panties off I had every intention of sticking to my word–which was that I wouldn’t fuck her pussy. That didn’t mean I couldn’t steal a few licks. Especially considering it was right there, all pretty and pink. Oh, and I gave it the attention it was begging for.
I laved my tongue through her folds and nipped on her clit until Harper was moaning and bucking her hips. Just when she was about to come, I flipped her over. Nothing in this world sounded better than the disgruntled little huff of frustration she let out.
“Sorry, Freckles.” I said while snatching the olive oil I’d brought up with me off the bedside table. “You don’t get to come yet.”
First I needed her to relax. so I poured the oil over her back and began kneading her muscles. When I felt her body loosen under my touch I moved to another spot. I took my time working her shoulders all the way down to her legs, but my one hand never left her ass. That one I rubbed over her firm globes and down to the sweet spot between her thighs, then back up again, mixing her own lubrication with the one I’d brought.
Harper was so wound up she was pressing back into my hand every time my finger flicked her clit. But that wasn’t the hole I was going for. I swept my thumb over her tight back hole and while she was lost in her lust filled haze, pushed it in.
