I'd never indulged my darkness out in the world before. My perverted desires had never seen the light of day until Brynn brought the sunshine in. Tying her up like this — it felt like some kind of declaration of purpose. I wasn't going to hide any more.
"I have a new purpose in life," I told her as I knelt by her leg and carefully unknotted the lace. Somehow, after that exquisite moment, it made sense for me to kneel before her.
"What's that?" she breathed, her chest still rising and falling rapidly, like the wings of a hummingbird.
I looked up at her. "I'm going to tie you up and fuck you in every single shop in this town."
She inhaled sharply, and bit her lip, and the way the color raced across her cheeks, I knew she liked the idea as much as I did, and the fact that she did made me want to do something else down here on my knees.
But then she pressed her lips together and shook her head. "What if we get caught?" she asked.
"You know?" I said, rising to my feet and taking her hands into mine. I lifted one reddened wrist to my lips, and then the other, kissing the places where the belt had marked her. "I don't actually give a fuck about that."
She smiled again, her cheeks even redder than before. And all at once I knew that she knew what this meant. What it meant to me to know that I didn't care if someone found us. Fuck expectation, and the fuck decorum, and above all, fuck normal.
I wanted so desperately to say that out loud. I wanted to kiss her, to go back down on my knees and thank her for freeing me. I wanted to tell her that I loved her, that she'd made everything I ever hated about myself into something to celebrate. I would've never known how to do any of this without her.
I took her face into my hands, wanting to say all this, but the words crowded together on my tongue in a rush to tumble forward and I stumbled.
So I kissed her and tried to put all of those words that I couldn't say into kissing her. I wanted to make her understand somehow, and this, this was the only way.
The way she tilted her head, willingly, yielding her soft mouth up to mine — giving herself over — it overwhelmed me. All at once, I was sinking to my knees again. I gathered her skirt in my hands, lifting it up. She was still red down there, swollen from my cock, so I kissed her sweetly, flickering an exploring tongue along her center.
She gasped and sank her hands into my hair, and even though it was different this time, I still couldn't resist catching her wrists in my hands and holding them tight as I began to fuck her with my tongue, holding her fast in place while I gave her what she needed, but perhaps I needed it even more.
I loved her taste. I loved her noises. I loved the way her whole body clenched before she came, like she was bracing for impact. I loved the way she gasped out my name, loved the way it sounded like a plea to give her more. I'd give her more. I'd give her everything I had if it would make her eyes sparkle. All she had to do was bite her lip and smile and I'd gladly lay down my life.
I also loved how ready she was for me. Drawing her clit up between my lips I sank my fingers into that scalding hot softness and felt how wet she was, slick and perfect. My cock throbbed, ready for round two, but that wasn't what this was about. I'd been denying myself forever, waiting for a girl like her. I could deny myself just this once.
When I had her arching, and felt her thighs clench around my head, I kissed her once, and then again, then pulled back to look up at her. "What do you say?" I asked her. "You game for taking on my plan?"
She looked down, gasping, reddened, and completely undone, the way I liked her. "Every shop in this town?" she gasped.
"Yep," I said.
She nodded, bit her lip and then smiled. "It's good to have goals," she said.
And I stood up and kissed her full on the mouth once more.