Page 120 of Chosen Road

My heart seemed to stutter to a stop as I considered fully lowering my guard and letting go of my vigilance. I was taking too long to answer. My eyes flew to his, fearful of his disappointment, but he only stared back at me, steadfast and patient.

I took a deep breath. Calm. He was my calm, my center, my peace.

“Yes.”

Equal parts relief and determination flashed in his smoky blue eyes, and he stepped into me, his arm snaking around my back as he plastered me to his chest. His other hand gripped my ponytail tightly as he pulled my head back and kissed me, the sweet gentleness of his mouth in stark contrast to his hold on my hair.

He drew back, his eyes roaming my face. “Thank you. You’re safe with me, you’ll always be safe with me.” His lips firmed, and his voice deepened. “Lie down in the middle of the bed.”

Lord, I’d missed that tone. I lay down on the bed, closing my eyes at the force of the sensuality he exuded, and waited.

“Legs spread, sweet baby,” he reminded me, and I realized I'd clamped my thighs together again. He moved to the bottom of the bed. “Invite me in the way you know I like it.”

I spread my legs wide, then drew my knees up, opening myself to his gaze.

“So beautiful.” Without taking his eyes off me, he removed his clothes. “You’re dripping,” he growled. “Even as I watch, your panties are getting wetter.”

He retrieved the restraint that stretched under the bed, then, dipping his finger under the gusset, he swirled it through my wet, trailing a line up to my bent knee and down to my ankle. Encircling it in his big fist, he gently extended my leg towards him. The leather cuff wrapped around my ankle like the sweetest embrace, the sound of the Velcro, a mental caress.

My breath came out in a huff as I watched his movements, his face intense. Focused.

Moving up the side of the bed, he cuffed my left wrist with the leather restraint already attached to the headboard.

Leaning over me he traced the edge of my bra with one thick finger before deftly unsnapping it between my breasts. “Roll towards me.”

He slipped the straps down, leaving the lacy scrap dangling off my left arm before palming my breasts and massaging them roughly.

My back arched away from the bed, and he bent to accept my offering, his firm lips wrapping around my nipples, sucking them into his mouth. He licked a line up the middle of my chest, skipped over my mouth and kissed my closed eyes before rounding the bed to the other side and cuffing my right wrist to the headboard.

With every restraint, more of my sadness and anxiety slipped away. My mind cleared. There was nothing for me to do other than accept what he gave me. In this space, I let go of the control I clung to every other second of my life. Here, there were no decisions to make other than the initial decision to give myself over into his willing hands.

Restrained, he freed me.

With his hands holding my thighs open, he licked my clit over the wet silk of the panties, and I thrust my hips up towards his mouth, a shudder immediately working its way through my body to escape with a gasp from my mouth.

His grip tightened on my thighs. “There will be none of that this time. You’ll wait for me tonight,” he decreed as he slipped the useless scrap of lace off my right leg, leaving it wrapped around my left thigh. “How pretty you look with your lacy things hanging off you,” he murmured. He stood straight, his eyes wandering over my quivering pussy, then secured my other leg to the bed.

Teasing, tasting, testing my control and his, he ministered to me, sweeping his hand down the length of my side, dipping his tongue into my belly button, pulling my nipple into his mouth.

My fists around the rope slackened, and my hands lay open.

My breath hitched with every light touch as his fingers ventured over every inch of my body but for the one place that wept for his attention. A light sheen of sweat coated my body as it writhed of its own volition on the bed, rising to meet the touch of his hand, the warmth of his mouth, the stroke of his tongue.

Dizzy, I closed my eyes, the rushing sound of waves in my head washing every single other thought away. I floated in his bliss.

“Amber.”

I heard his voice as if from far away. “Gus,” I whispered.

“You are mine and you will always be safe with me,” he murmured in my ear as he caged me with his solid warmth.

He ran his hand firmly down the outside of my thigh and ripped off the restraint before yanking my knee up and throwing my leg around his hip.

My mind flew back to the present, my eyes seeking his, my pussy clenching on nothing while he lined himself up then rammed inside to the hilt. My neck arched back at the mix of pleasure and pain.

He waited, pushed up on his hands above me, his lips tight, eyes blue fire, pelvis rotating in tiny circles.

A tear leaked from my eye, and he bent to kiss it away. My eyes traced the muscles in his arms, his big shoulders that could seemingly bear any burden, then traveled down to see us joined in the most intimate way two people can be.

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