Page 43 of Bind Me, Sir

He finally stilled, and we both heaved for breath, a sweaty, sopping mess of tangled limbs.

I sank into the mattress, every inch of my body weighed with satiated bliss, a smile on my face as Jordan’s musky scent, the lingering trace of his soap and aftershave, filled my lungs.

“Move to Boston, Natalie,” he murmured, his lips against my neck. “Be with me.”

Sudden laughter shook through me, and he squeezed my ass still cradled by his hands, growling as my giggles cut off with a gasped flinch.

“I’m not joking.”

I sobered entirely, the release buzz dissipating at his tone. “We hardly know one another,” I whispered, my hands still clutching at his back.

“That will change.”

“What if you hate me after the first week?”

“Impossible.”

“I’m serious, Jordan.”

He lifted onto his elbows, the heat and weight of his chest lifting off mine. I held him tight with my legs at the thought of him backing off entirely.

“You want to explore this,” he said, his sky blue eyes unveiled and open.

“I do,” I agreed, my hands on his bulging biceps.

“Then why not dive in head first and find a way to breathe together?”

“And if we can’t?”

“Then we’ll decide what to do from there—together. I’ve never wanted a woman like I want you, Natalie. I’ve never felt the overwhelming urge to touch, soothe, and protect.”

A smirk played on my lips at the thoughts wanting to be spewed, and I squeezed my inner muscles around his semi-hard cock still seated deep inside me. “What about fuck?” I whispered.

His eyes rolled back into his head, and he nudged deeper, his ass flexing beneath my heels. “Goddamn, love...”

“Mmm.” I couldn’t help a full blown smile. “Convince me, Lord Graystone.”

He growled and lowered fully against me once more, his fingers winding through my hair and yanking my head back. “Don’t call me that.”

“You don’t want my worship?” I asked, still smiling as he scraped his teeth across my throat.

“I’d rather offer you mine.”

“I’ll take it.”

He claimed my mouth and then wore my body out to the point of exhaustion. I couldn’t find an argument against giving him what he wanted.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Jordan

One year later...

I would never tire of seeing my love bound by my ropes, her soft, pale skin plumping between loops, tempting me to taste and nibble.

She was sprawled face down on the church’s altar, her red ass in my face, her ankles tied tight to rings on the floor, keeping her spread open and unable to move. An absolute delight for my eyes and body.

Our combined cum slipped from her slit, and I cupped her pussy, gathering it in my palm. She shuddered and sighed as I rubbed the stickiness over the red ass she’d begged me for.

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