Page 64 of Binding Their Hearts

Jay

Jay had at least four inches, thirty pounds, and an unmatched daily workout on Alice. She couldn’t overpower him. Except she was.

Jammed between his mistress and the bedroom door, he surrendered to her heated kiss. She growled in his mouth, snarling and possessive and wild. His spiking heartbeat thudded through his cock. He’d be rock-hard ready for her in two shakes of an Alice ass.

She climbed him like a jungle gym, her knees practically gouging his hips as she fought for a secure perch. He slung his arms under her, and she flexed her legs tight around his waist, curling her feet in and stroking his thighs.

“You amaze me, Jay.” Shifting her grip to the back of his neck, she captured his hair and tugged enough to sting. As he followed the pull, she licked and nipped at his throat. The sweet-sharp mix of honey and lemon rose from her wheat-blond hair. “So thoughtful. So desirable. So mine.”

All he ever wanted to be, hers and Henry’s. In therapy they talked about what he could let go. What pieces of his life could fall away and leave him whole. But their possession, that was breathing. That was air and water and the answer to a hunger he’d been trying to sate his entire life. He tried to tell her so, but only a pleading whine left his lips.

“Mmm, hungry for more?” She ground her body against him, trapping his cock and tormenting him with rocking swipes. “I can feel that you are. Do you know what that makes me, Jay?”

“Dunno,” he gasped out, bending his knees to keep the two of them stable, bracing his back against the door. “Mistress.”

“Fierce.” She stole one hand from his neck and shot straight down. She cupped his balls with more pressure than she ever had—the perfect pressure, enough to jerk his cock and reshuffle his brain cells but not enough to hurt. She kept her hand right there, fingers stroking underneath, as she kissed him again. Less rushed, this kiss, but strong and demanding. She arched into his chest, writhing and twisting as she trusted him not to let her fall. “I owe you an apology, stud.”

“Huh?” Squinting didn’t make her words clearer. But trying it made sense, when most of his blood was stiffening up his dick instead of feeding his brain.

“See—” She shifted her grip, releasing his balls, and unwound her feet. “Set me down, please.”

He dropped into a squat and let her feet reach the floor.

She slid back a step, playing with his chest hair before she started unbuttoning her top. “I’ve been selfish.”

News to him.

“Week after week, you’ve been massaging my feet. Brushing my hair.” Her shirt hung open, revealing the silky curve of a sky-blue bra. “Making me come with that wonderful tongue of yours.”

All good rewards, yup. He got to put his hands on her, and help her relax, and listen to her urge him on while he buried his face in her musky-sweet scent and her thighs clamped around his head.

“And I told myself that was fine, because service is a reward, and I was…” She gazed across the bed, then scooped up a handful of flowers at the foot. They didn’t smell like anything, just paper, but she brought them to her face anyhow and took a deep, deep breath. “Distracted. Less than the mistress I wanted to be for you, and too exhausted to plan the rewards you deserved.”

“I’m—” He stepped after her, almost reaching for her hand, but this was her space. He shouldn’t be interrupting, although she hadn’t ordered him to be silent. “Your rewards haven’t disappointed me. I love serving you.”

She scattered the flowers deeper on the bed, leaving an empty place at the edge. “Sit.”

He sat, trying not to crush anything, nudging his hips back until paper petals poked his ass.

“Good boy. I can see you being careful with my property. I appreciate that. I appreciate you.” She swept her shirt down her arms, and it dropped to the floor behind her. The hard points of her nipples stood out beneath her bra before that too was gone. “So I want to apologize.”

The falling zipper on her pants ticked with the slow, steady beat of a grandfather clock. Her breasts swayed as she shimmied the pants off her hips.

“And because this space, this time, is mine, I can choose that for us.” She stood before him in just her underwear, the pair that matched the bra—and smoothly slid to her knees. “You’ve been giving for weeks, Jay. It’s time to receive.”

He sucked in a breath, toes curling against the rug. Bracing her hands against his knees, she spread his legs wider. His cock leaped a mile. Heat pulsed through him.

She licked her lips. “I did say I wanted to apologize. You know what that means.”

Turning his own lingo on him, this woman. She brushed a few more flowers gently aside and tugged his hands down to the mattress in the bare spots. “There we go. We don’t want to hurt any of the beautiful gifts you made for me, do we?”

He shook his head, words failing. Alice knelt between his thighs. Alice cuffed his wrists with her hands.

“So no sudden movements, stud.” She dropped her gaze to his cock, her eyes doing the sultry flutter thing, then stared at him with mischief in her hazel depths and cracked a crooked smile. Her nose twitched. “I’ll let you know when I’m done apologizing. Until then, you have your safeword if you need to stop.”

She swallowed half his cock in her first go, and he ordered his butt to stay firmly attached to the mattress, because fuck his hips ached to thrust into her tight, wet suction. She worked him with just her mouth and the swing of her hair across his lap. Her grip on his wrists stayed firm, finger strokes reminding him that she held him captive. Safely possessed, a toy for her pleasure, and tonight—their last night in this room—her pleasure was his sweet agony.

She answered his breathy whines with moaning encouragement, the greedy groans of a woman feasting on nothing but desserts. Her body rocked against his legs in a dance as she bobbed for his cock. With her fluttering tongue, she sent shivers through him. When his thighs flexed into her powerful pull, feeding him deeper, she dipped forward and dropped her weight across him, as if her slim arms could pin him in place. And they did. The smooth sprawl of her back slanted away from him at an angle, her face and his cock hidden beneath the shifting waves of her hair.

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