Page 88 of The Vows We Keep
“Mhh-hmm,” she mumbles, as I bury my nose into the hair by her neck.
“I gotta go, but I really want to fuck you first.”
Catalina sleepily rolls over and opens her eyes. “Persuade me,” she says.
I kiss her lips. “Can I just show you?”
“Sure, but don’t forget it takes a girl a hot minute to get warmed up.”
I move to my knees and pull out something from the side table that I got for her the other day. Padded leather handcuffs. I had my initials stamped on them. “Remember what you said in the clubhouse the day we napped?”
“I said a lot of things.”
I kiss her lips again because they’re soft and plump with sleep. “I asked if I needed to cuff you to the bed. And you said that if I cuffed you, we were definitely fucking.”
Catalina grins. “And you replied that God loves a dirty girl, and I said there was no God and nothing dirty about knowing what you love in bed.”
I hold out the cuffs. “Were you serious?”
She raises her hands above her head and grabs the ironwork of my headboard. It makes her tits rise and stand proud on her chest. “No. I was being provocative. I’ve never let anyone tie me up before because I’ve never trusted anyone enough.”
“And now?”
“I trust you.”
I lean over her and slip one wrist into the cuff. It’s a buckle, not a key, and I check how tight I’ve fastened it by slipping my finger beneath the leather. I don’t want this to hurt her. I loop the other handcuff through the ironwork and wrap it around her free wrist.
When I’m done, I sit back on my heels and simply take her in.
“You’re a fucking work of art,” I say, stroking my hands over her torso, along the lines of her ribs, the underside of her breasts.
“Niro.” My name comes out on a shudder.
“Get my finger wet,” I instruct. She welcomes my finger inside her mouth, and I swipe below her tongue, collecting her saliva. “Now open your legs.”
Her pupils go wide as she does as I say. I deposit the saliva over her clit. Circling, then sliding back and forth. Her nipples peak. Goosebumps ripple over her skin. And her hands grip the bedposts.
I love watching the way she reacts to me. It’s the only way she’ll let me play with her. The only time I can manipulate her to where I want her. Needy and desperate for me.
I guess that hot minute she needed has passed, because she’s wet as I ease my finger into her softness.
Her back arches off the bed, and I hear the rattle of the chain between the cuffs against the headboard.
“My dick buried deep in your pussy is one of my favorite things. Throw in being ten seconds away from coming, and you calling out my name, and there isn’t anywhere else I want to be.”
I speed up my strokes, adding a second and third finger. My thumb presses against her clit. When I remove it, she cries out. “Niro.”
“Save that orgasm. I want to feel you squeeze the cum out of me,” I say as I reach for a condom. I slip it on, and then roll Cat onto her side. She lifts her leg over mine as I settle behind her. She’s so open to me, and yet her movements are restrained.
My cock aches.
I coil my hips and thrust into her too fast for how early in the morning it is, but what started off as a desire for a lazy fuck is becoming something desperate.
“Feels so good,” I mutter against her neck as my lips brush the soft skin there.
“Please, Colton.”
Love it when she uses my real name too. I’m starting to realize he isn’t a man I need to run away from and hide behind a road name. Because Catalina seems to like all the pieces of me as much as I love the way her pussy feels as it tightens around my dick.
