Page 61 of Untether

‘Parliament,’ she says, before running her tongue over her lower lip in her trademark style. Her perfume tonight is rich and musky and floral and I can’t. I just can’t anymore.

‘Remember it,’ I bark. ‘If you’re in pain. If anything hurts. If you don’t like any of it.’ Then: ‘Mask off.’

She reaches up and tugs it off, and there she is. Beautiful, but a shade more vulnerable without her mask, if I’m not mistaken. A shade less certain.

Good.

‘Turn around,’ I grit out. I’m unzipping the back of her dress before she’s fully turned, yanking the zip down her back as urgently as I can, until it’s falling in a pool of luxurious silk at her feet. I grab both cheeks and squeeze as I bend and put my lips against her ear.

‘I’m going to keep my mask on, and I’m going to cuff you and fuck you harder than you could ever imagine being fucked when you were married to that pathetic piece of shit,’ I say. ‘And the only way you’re getting out of those cuffs is your safe word.’

She moans and rubs her arse against my cock. ‘God, yes please.’

I release her cheeks. ‘Bend over and take your shoes off.’

She bends over like the obedient girl she is. Mmm. I run a few possessive fingers over her cunt as she fiddles with her buckles, enjoying her wetness and anticipating the moment I’ll be balls deep in her.

But first:

‘Get on the bed,’ I say as I pull her back upright. I suck my fingers into my mouth. Fucking delicious.

She walks over to the bed and I follow her, because the sooner I get her restrained, the sooner I can shoot my load. When she’s lying back on the black satin sheets, her head propped on a couple of big pillows, I put a knee on the bed and grab at the nearest cuff. It’s a standard metal one on a chain that’s affixed to the wall, and I make quick work of snapping it closed around her wrist before doing the same on the other side.

Only then do I allow myself to stand and take her in properly. I’ve seen her naked before, but this is different. The massage was fun, but a massage table isn’t exactly a suitable base for fucking on.

Besides, I was behaving myself then.

Things are very different now.

She’s lying flat on the bed, her arms outstretched, those liquid black eyes of hers watchful. Anticipatory. Her body is beautiful: tanned and taut with those tantalising paler bikini lines on her tits and her arse. I see her taking me in, and I glance up at the mirror on the opposite wall.

Jesus Christ.

For a second, I see myself how she sees me: an anonymous, hooded, ripped thug, muscles flexing and tat on show and dick threatening to tear through the tent in my trousers.

I look fucking terrifying.

And I love it. Because this feels right. This is who I want to be in this moment. My reflection is just that. Areflectionof how I feel, of the kind of rough sex I want to have tonight. And if this beautiful, intelligent, spectacular woman is happy for me to cuff her to this bed and unleash my need on her in her like an animal, then fuckingbring it on.

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AIDA

“T’ explore the secrets of the hoary deep, a dark, illimitable ocean without bound.”

—Milton,Paradise Lost

Cal watches me as he undoes his belt. His movements are hurried, jerky. Desperate, even. But he doesn’t take his eyes off me. My gaze, however, flickers up and down his body, because he’s so freaking hot I can’t bear it. The bottom of his hood kisses his collarbones, and then it’s skin. Muscle. Hair. Even a little ink: that serpent hugging his tapered waist.

His hands are large and male and strong.

Why is watching a man undoing his belt buckle and zipper so incredibly hot?

Probably because it’s so intentional. He’s getting his dick out. Forme. And yeah, I’ve seen it, sucked it, but this is different, because we’ll both be naked. I’m so transfixed by the show before me I almost forget to feel self-conscious,even though I’m butt naked and trussed up in chains as though I’m in some kind of porno.

He gets his zipper open and shoves his pants down, hopping a little in his haste to get them off. But when he straightens up, his crown is actually poking out of the top of his snug black boxer briefs, and it looks angry.

Holyfuck.

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