by Roz Lee
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’m sure.” Her fingers trailed under the sheet and found his cock. It rose solidly to the occasion. “I was wondering what it would feel like to be tied to a tree, or two, maybe?”
His cock became as hard as oak under her fingers.
“I think I can help you with that. I happen to own a small island with an abundance of trees. I think, given some time, I could arrange to suspend you between two trees, but only if I could fuck you until you scream.”
“I’d like that.” She squeezed him tight and began to slide her hand along the length of him. “Would I need to wear a gag?”
“No, not there.”
“Good.” She pushed the sheet aside and slid down to take him into her mouth. He groaned, bucked his hips, and cradled her head between his hands.
He let her tease him almost to the brink before he pulled her head up and pushed her to her back. Between her legs, he lifted her until her ankles were above his shoulders and plunged into her exposed channel.
With her ankles firmly grasped in his hands, her hands were free. She reached above her head, seeking purchase. When she found none Richard guided her. “Touch your breasts.” She cupped them in her palms. “That’s it, sweetheart. I want to see you play with them. Pinch your nipples for me. Yes, like that. . . . Oh God, sweetheart, you look so good, you feel so damned good.”
His balls slapped against her ass, making her ache to have him in that hole too. “Richard, I need. . . . ”
“I know, sweetheart, I know.” He slowed his thrusts and pulled almost all the way out of her. He gripped both her legs across his chest with one strong arm and snaked the other between them, under her raised ass. “Touch your clit, sweetheart.” She did and he plunged his thumb past her sphincter muscles at the same time.
She cried out and he buried his cock against her womb. Her muscles rippled along his shaft, milking the hot cum from him. He wiggled his thumb in her back hole and her orgasm intensified. Guttural sounds filled the room as they both let the moment take them.
He lowered her legs to the bed, placing her heels on the mattress so her knees pointed to the ceiling. “Stay there, I’ll be right back.”
Richard crossed to the bathroom. God, she looked like a goddess lying there with her sweet cunt, swollen and rosy from his attention. He ran the water until it was hot and soaked a cloth in it. His folded shorts yielded the other item he’d come to get.
When he returned, she was just as he’d left her.
He sat on the edge of the bed and gently pulled her knees down to the mattress. She moaned and pressed her hand over his when he laid the warm cloth over her mound. Together they pressed the compress against her.
“That feels good.”
“I thought it would.” He stroked the cloth over her, cleansing and soothing as he went. He lifted her hips and cleansed her back hole too. When he was through, he guided her legs together and helped her come to a sitting position against the headboard.
“I have something for you.”
“Richard, you don’t have to give me anything.”
“I do. I wish you could wear the ropes all the time, but you can’t, so. . . . ” He opened his palm to reveal the ring he’d had made for her. The light from the bedside table caught on the faceted diamond and shot sparks around the room. Fallon’s gasp went straight to his heart.
“I want you bound to me, forever. Fallon Enright, will you marry me?”
“Richard.” His name was a whisper. She reached out with one finger to touch the band, a tiny replica of the gold ropes he’d had fashioned for her. “It’s beautiful.”
He swallowed hard, looking for the courage to ask again. “Fallon, will you?”
Her eyes met his then. Great pools of unshed tears welled along the bottom lids, one teardrop away from spilling over. His gut clenched. He couldn’t stand to see her cry, hated that he was the cause of her tears.
“You don’t have to. We can. . . we can just. . . be together.”
“Oh, Richard, no! I mean, yes! No, we can’t just be together.” She threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Tears wet his cheek where she pressed hers to his. “Yes, I’ll marry you!”
“I love you, Fallon.”
“I love you too.” She kissed him on the lips, a kiss full of invitation. When she broke away, she was smiling.
Her words wrapped an invisible rope around his heart. “Tie me up again.”
The End
About The Author
Roz Lee has been married to her best friend, and high school sweetheart, for over three decades. These days she splits her time between their home in rural New Jersey, and Southern California, where her husband works. Even though she’s lived on both coasts, her heart lies in between, in Texas. A Texan by birth, she can trace her family back to the Republic of Texas. With roots that deep, she says, “You can’t ever really leave.”
Roz and her husband have two grown daughters they couldn’t be more proud of, and are currently raising a ten-year-old Labrador Retriever, Betty Boop, who isn’t aware of her canine heritage.
When Roz isn’t writing, she’s reading, or traipsing around the country on one adventure or another. No trip is too small, no tourist trap too cheesy, and no road unworthy of traveling.
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