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“That...” he said, and he was definitely having a little trouble now, “that works for me.” His fingers were already in my hair, and if just that little bit of teasing had worked this well? I was definitely going to be doing some more.

And I did. I did it all. Slowed down, then sped up again. Worked hard, then worked...softer. Touched and explored and played. And when he tried to tell me what to do...this time, I didn’t listen. Until his hands were pulling hard at my hair, his head was thrown back, and he was groaning.

“Bloody hell,” he gritted out between his teeth. “I know I can’t shove you. I’m trying so hard not to force you. Please...please finish.”

He was begging, and I loved it. I smiled around him, and then I did it. Gave it everything I had, and took everything he had, and loved that, too.

By the time I sat back on my heels and looked up at him, his legs were shaking as hard as mine had ever been. I might have been the one tied to the bed, but there was no question who’d been in control of this encounter, and surely that was good for Hemi. I knew it was good for me.

“Right,” he said when he could speak again. “On the bed. On your back.”

The throb that had started fully two hours ago had grown into a hard, pulsing ache by now. I’d be going up so fast as soon as he touched me, and I needed him to touch me so badly. And now? I was done teasing. I sat on the bed, lay down, and lifted my other hand over my head.

“You can’t wait, can you?” he said. Getting his fierce back, it was clear. Which was just fine by me, because I wanted it.

“No. I can’t. Please. Do it.” It didn’t bother me a bit to say, either.

Instead of tying me down, though, he untied the ribbon from around the bed, reached for the clasp of my bra, and pulled it off.

“No, Hemi,” I said. “I want it this way. I do.”

He smiled a little. “I know you do. You’re going to get it, too. You loved it on your hands and knees, though.”

“Yes.” I would have felt embarrassed by that, except I could tell by the look in his eyes how much he enjoyed the thought.

I was right, too, because he said, “Mm. You’re a girl who likes it best from behind. Lucky, because that’s my favorite as well. The most submissive posture there is. So turn over, sweetheart. This is how you’re going to get it tonight.”

I stared into his eyes, and he kept looking back at me, and, slowly, I turned onto my stomach. I turned my head to the side so I could see him, and he pulled the hand that still had its ribbon attached back up toward the bedpost and fastened it down, then was wrapping another tie around the other wrist and fastening it in place.

My hands weren’t together now. This time, he’d tied each one to an opposite post, and that alone had the heat surging some more.

“We’re going to do it all tonight,” he said. “So before we go any further, you need to choose a safe word. That’s going to be your word every time we’re together from now on.”

I didn’t need that, surely. It felt so...dirty, like we were living some ‘lifestyle.’ I didn’t want to wear a label. I just wanted to experiment. I just wanted to play. “I’m all right,” I said.

“No,” he said. “Choose. A word that means ‘stop,’ no matter what. I should’ve done it before, but I may not have been thinking too clearly. You need to know I’ll stop, and I need to know that you can tell me.”

“Uh...I don’t know.” I thought about the movie we’d watched. “Pie.”

“Pie, eh. Right. You say ‘pie,’ and I’ll stop. Whatever I’m doing. Always. Because this time...” He sat on the edge of the bed beside me and stroked my hair back from my cheek. “You’re not going to be able to untie yourself. You’re going to have to trust me. Do you trust me?”

I swallowed. “Yes.”

He stood up so I couldn’t see him, and his voice wasn’t quite so gentle anymore. “Trust me to tease you, to make you come over and over, until you’re shaking, until you’re screaming? Trust me to fuck you so hard you scream some more?”

I was nearly coming already. “Hemi,” I moaned. “Please.”

I didn’t get an answer, because he wasn’t with me anymore. I could tell he was gone. I couldn’t even hear him anymore. I lay, trembling and soaking wet, for minutes, tied to his bed on my stomach wearing only a black lace thong, and was suddenly seized by a horrible thought. I’d never specified that I didn’t want multiple partners. What if he’d tied me down and gone to go get...somebody else? He wouldn’t do that to me, though. Would he?

By the time I heard him returning, I’d worked my way into a full anxiety attack. “Hemi?” I asked, and could hear the strain in my voice. I turned my head, but couldn’t see him.

“Yeh?” The voice came from the foot of the bed.

“You don’t have...anybody else with you, do you? That’s not all right. Nobody else. Please.”

“Sweetheart.” He sat down beside me on the bed and ran a gentle hand over my shoulder, down my back, and it was such a relief to see him, to know he was alone, that I shook. “Have you been lying here worrying?”

“Yes,” I admitted. “Yes.”

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