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Instead of tying her legs next, like I planned, I crawl up over her. Her lips part when I kiss them softly, and I brush her hair off of her cheek, then look her in the eye. “No, I’ve never done this before. You’re the only woman I’ve ever tied up. Jesus, Remee, you have no idea how beautiful you look right now.”
Her face reddens, and her eyes dart away.
“I’m going to tie your legs,” I tell her, kissing up her jaw until I get to her ear. “Then I’m going to make you come. All you have to say isstopornoif you change your mind, you know that, right?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
She’s nervous but she doesn’t stop me when I cuff each of her ankles then use the rope to tie them to the side slats on the bed. Her legs are wide open, and she only has enough slack to move them a couple of inches.
Her gaze follows me as I pick up the blindfold, and she gives me a curt nod before I slip it over her eyes. Her breathing instantly picks up.
“So gorgeous,” I mumble, running my hands over her body, caressing and kissing her skin until she starts to push her hips forward.
Anxiety has melted into arousal and it’s time to drive her crazy with it. I pick up the small brush and dip it into the coconut oil. The soft bristles glide over her clit, barely making contact, but her reaction damn near makes me come. Her hips shoot up off the bed, and she instinctively tries to bring her legs together, but the ropes catch.
“Oh!” she gasps, “What—”
Her unfinished question is cut off by a cry when I run the brush over her again.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” she groans.
The noises she makes and the way she squirms against the restraints while I tease her with the brush is the sexiest fucking thing ever. I could do this all night, running the bristles on either side of her clit, circling it just a bit too lightly to make her come.
“Owen,” she cries when she gets close again. “I can’t take it.”
“What do you want, Rem?”
“I need to come.”
“Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Yes, damn you!”
Chuckling, I feather the brush between her legs again, but as soon as her hips leave the bed, I press two fingers inside her to rub her spot. Her entire body quakes, and my name leaves her lips on a moan I wish I could hear every day of my life.
Before the pulsing I feel on my fingers stops, I drop the brush and plant my mouth over her, sucking her clit steadily. “Oh god, I can’t. I can’t. Please, oh fuck, it’s too much,” she babbles, pulling against the ropes.
The wordsnoorstopare never uttered and within a minute, she cries out, shuddering through a second orgasm.
Chapter Ten
Remee
What the hell did I get myself into? I’ve never had two orgasms that close together, much less that powerful. When I said Owen could tie me up, that we could try some stuff, I pictured some lighthearted fun and a few orgasms. Never did I expect to be so perfectly devastated, and he isn’t done with me.
All I can see is darkness because of the blindfold, and that heightens things far more than I anticipated, but I can feel him undo the ropes holding my legs apart. The reason is clear a second later when he rolls me over, reties the ropes, and tucks a pillow under my hips.
He sits between my spread legs, and his lips trace down my spine. A second later, I feel the oiled brush between my cheeks. When he hits his target, my entire body jerks and shudders. “Does that feel good?”
Words aren’t happening right now. I’m too busy trying to deal with a whole new sensation, and his evil chuckle makes it clear he knows how it’s affecting me. Without stopping the slow sweep of the brush, he drives his cock all the way inside me.
My hands are still above my head, and all I can do as he thrusts into me is lie there and take it. I can’t see or move in any significant way. It’s a helpless, vulnerable feeling so strong I can’t even begin to explain how it feels. Or understand why I’m loving every second of it. There’s never been anything like this, and I’m lost in it, right on the edge again, grasping for something.
The sensation of the bristles is replaced with the feeling of pressure. The butt plug. Oh god.
His hand caresses my ass cheek. “Relax.”
