Chapter Thirty-Nine

Braden’s lips and tongue are on a quest, but he’s taking the scenic route. He meanders along, kissing and sucking at every centimeter of my flesh as I undulate beneath him, trying to guide him to his destination.

He’s going slowly. Making me crave him even more. My ass is pulsating along with my clit. It’s an odd sensation. A very pleasant sensation. Anal sex. The forbidden. The taboo.

Funny, how I still think of it in those terms. Pretty much everything Braden and I do together is considered taboo to most. To me? It’s intimacy with the man I love, and it’s completely normal. I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.

Our souls linked, and our hearts followed.

And right now his lips are following a path we both want.

Finally he kisses the top of my pubic bone, a groan emanating from his throat. “I’m going to miss this sweet cunt tonight, baby.”

I sigh at his words. He’s never used “cunt” before, and the dirtiness of it makes me hotter.

“I’ll take good care of that in the morning, but for now…” He pushes my thighs forward and gently eases the anal plug out of me. “Gorgeous. Dilated and perfect.”

I moan and instinctively pull against my bindings. God, if I could only touch him. His warm flesh, his silky hair, his hard cock.

But I can’t. I’m bound for his pleasure.

And for my own.

He traces my hole with his finger, his breath catching. Then he squeezes a bit of lube into his palm before rubbing it over me.

The lube is warm. He warmed it in his hand.

For me.

“I’m going to take you now, Skye. This is mine. Only mine.”

The head of his cock nudges against me.

“Relax,” he says, his voice dark. “It may hurt at first, and you have permission to speak if it gets to be too much.”

I nod, but I already know I won’t stop him, even if the pain is unbearable. I want to do this for him.

For us.

I breathe. In. Out. In. Out. I stay very aware of my breathing as I wait for him to enter me .

Then I gasp as he breaches my tight rim. I bite my lip to keep from crying out. The sharp pain knifes through me.

I can tell him to stop. I can end this now.

But I don’t.

I let out a breath, forcing my muscles to relax.

“That’s it,” he says. “I’m going to go all the way in now.”

I nod, and he thrusts swiftly. He’s completely embedded in me, and I’m so full. So, so full.

Yes, the pain is still there, but I don’t mind it anymore. In fact, I welcome it. This is the ultimate show of trust between Braden and me. I love it.

“I’m going to pull out now,” he says.

A whimper leaves my throat, but soon I find out he doesn’t mean pull all the way out. He just pulls out to the tip and then slowly pushes back in.

And I’m full again. Complete in a new way—a way that links Braden and me even more profoundly than we were before.

A sheen of perspiration glistens on his forehead. He’s working hard. Holding himself back. He wants to fuck me. He wants to fuck me hard.

I long to open my mouth and tell him to do it, but I’m forbidden to speak.

“Your pussy is glistening, Skye.” He grips my hips but then slides one hand over my center and dips a finger inside. “So wet.” Then he slides his fingers over my clit.

I gasp, my whole body quivering.

“I love how you respond to me. So wet, so pink and pretty. Your ass feels so good around my cock. I’m going to fuck you now. And I’m not going to be able to go slowly.”

I nod once more, and he plunges inside me.

So invasive. He’s touching a part of me that no one’s ever touched before, and though I feel pain, I also feel pleasure. Intense pleasure coming from the pain, but also from the closeness. From the intimacy and trust.

Braden continues to work my clit as he fucks me, and a new sensation envelops me.

Forbidden. Taboo. Like the fruit that tempted Eve. It’s the darkness of the act. The darkness along with the trust and intimacy. I welcome the pain. I welcome the pleasure.

I become the pain.

I become the pleasure.

Braden’s stimulation of my clit rolls me toward the peak. A climax is on the horizon. A new kind of climax.

And my God, it’s beginning not in my clit but in my ass.

Then I’m racing, crying out, speeding toward the precipice as he pumps, pumps, pumps…

And I shatter. I break. I fucking collapse. And all the while he continues pumping, invading my body, his cock completing me. I close my eyes and see only flashes of light and color—the pleasure and emotion morphing into psychedelic visions behind the veil of my mind’s eye.

Whether I remain quiet is a mystery. I love you, Braden! I love you, Braden! Are they words or thoughts?

I don’t know.

I don’t care.

Braden sucks in a breath. “Fuck, Skye, you’re so hot. Feels so good.”

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

And then he plunges once more, so deep inside me, and I feel every contraction of his release.

Every. Single. One.

I open my eyes when my own climactic waves begin to subside. Braden’s eyes are squeezed shut, and he’s gripping my hips hard. I’ll have marks. Beautiful red marks.

For a timeless moment, we remain locked together. One being. One heart. One soul.

Until he opens his eyes and pulls away from me. “Stay put,” he says. “I’ll be right back.”

I close my eyes once more, and a minute later, warmth slides over my ass. I open my eyes. Braden is taking care of me with a warm washcloth.

My God, I love this man.

“You may speak now.” His voice is husky, dark, sated.

I open my mouth, but all that comes out is a soft sigh.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he says.

“It was… It was…” Words float around in my head as I grasp for the right one. “Unbelievable.”

“For me as well. I want to be the only man who ever goes inside that ass, Skye. The only man.”

Fine with me. I don’t say it aloud, though. Is he telling me we have a future? A real future, including marriage, children, and all that white-picket-fence stuff?

I don’t dare let myself hope.

He rises again from the bed and releases my bindings. I rub my wrists absently.

“Okay? Any chafing?”

“No.”

“How about your arms? Any pain from the stretch?”

“No,” I say again.

“Good.” A pause as he rakes his gaze over me. “I love you, Skye.”

“I love you, too, Braden. So much.”

“Thank you for sharing that part of yourself with me.”

Thank you. He said thank you.

I’m humbled in a new way. He’s thanking me.

“Thank you, too,” I say. “Thank you for everything, Braden.”