Sitting up, Delaney unfastened her bra and allowed it to slide down her shoulders, teasing me as she removed it. “Should I remove the rest?” she asked.
I shook my head. “I’ll handle that later. Lie down on your back and put your hands above your head.”
Again, she immediately obeyed, her breasts pushed up, tempting me to suckle her nipples. First, I wanted to get her hands secured. My dick was aching at the thought of her in those handcuffs.
“Now, it’s time to play,” I rasped out as I slipped the first cuff around her wrist.
Chapter Forty-Six
Delaney
I shuddered as the cold metal slid around my wrists. These handcuffs had been teasing me all week. I’d had more than my share of dreams about them.
“The cuffs are looped through the slats on the headboard,” Sebastian explained as he secured my wrists. “Are they too tight?”
My breathing was already a little labored from my intense arousal. “No. They’re perfect.”
Sebastian’s gaze moved down my body. I’d been laid out before him like this many times before, but never actually bound. I knew he enjoyed having me in this position, knew it was turning him on.
His eyes met mine. “If you need me to stop, say lollipop.”
“Lollipop?” I asked, blinking in confusion.
“That’s your safeword,” he told me with wink.
“I need a safeword?” I asked. Sure, he’d said I would before, but safewords seemed like something you used if your partner was going to break out a whip or a cane. We were just playing with handcuffs. “You aren’t planning to beat me or put hot wax on me, are you?”
Sebastian stroked my cheek with the back of his knuckles and shook his head. “I’m not planning to do anything you don’t want. The safeword allows us to play without me worrying that I’m going past your limits. When your hands are bound, you may feel uncomfortable. You may want me to stop. If we’re playing a game, I might not understand your signals. The safeword ensures that won’t happen.
I nodded. “You aren’t going to come out with a whip are you?”
Sebastian chuckled. “I don’t have a whip. Although, I’m not convinced you wouldn’t enjoy a whip used correctly. Tell me you’re okay because I’m dying to enjoy your body.”
“I’m okay,” I breathed out. “Are you going to undress?”
“Eventually,” he replied as he straddled my hips and leaned down to kiss me. Sebastian’s teasing kiss left me craving more. I longed to touch him and pull him closer, but I didn’t even attempt to move my hands. Pulling away slightly, Sebastian tugged my lower lip between his teeth making me whimper with need.
Moving down my body, Sebastian took his time to savor every part of me. By the time he settled my legs over his shoulders, my nipples were achingly hard and my body was on fire with lust.
“Should I let you come?” he asked.
“Please,” I panted out.
“Please what?” he murmured before sliding his tongue along my panties. The wet lace against my clit felt so intense, I nearly screamed as I tried to press against his face.
“Please let me come,” I begged.
Sebastian began to roll the stocking down one leg, trailing kisses along the way before he repeated the process on the other side. He slowly pulled my thong down my legs, exposing me. Settling between my legs again, his fingers opened me further to him as his tongue began to stroke my clit. His strokes were soft at first, slowly building in pressure and speed. It wasn’t long until I was making desperate mewling sounds and struggling to rock against Sebastian’s face. He wouldn’t allow it. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place for his tongue.
He growled against my core. “You taste incredible. I need you to come for me, Delaney. Scream and show me how good it feels.”
Not waiting for a response, Sebastian sucked my clit into his mouth and strummed it with his tongue. It was almost too much. The pleasure was flooding my body, and I was about to explode with my orgasm. Sebastian’s tongue continued its merciless assault until my leg muscles tightened in an effort to bring my legs together. I screamed as I came completely undone. The strokes of Sebastian’s tongue slowed as my spasms eased and I relaxed onto the bed.
Moving to his knees, Sebastian leaned forward to check my wrists. “You didn’t move your hands at all.” His words were clearly praise.
Climbing off the bed, Sebastian reached into his drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube and the vibrator he’d bought for me.
“Oh,” was all I could think to say as I wondered if I should use my safeword now. No matter how many times I’d written about a man using a sex toy on his partner, I wasn’t at all certain I’d like the reality.
Chapter Forty-Seven
Sebastian
I saw the doubt in Delaney’s eyes as soon as I pulled out of the vibrator. Of all the things I’d expected her to worry about, this hadn’t been one of them. At the moment, she appeared to be considering using her safeword.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” I said in a soothing voice.
She gave me a shy smile. “I’m just a little embarrassed to be doing this with you. That’s crazy, isn’t it?”
I chuckled and set the lube and vibrator on the bed. “No,” I replied. “This isn’t something you expected to share with a partner. It’s what you did when you didn’t have a partner.”
“I’ve written about this kind of thing,” she argued.
“Just relax,” I crooned, leaning in to brush my lips against hers. Delaney sighed into my mouth when I kissed her. I kept my kiss light at first, building up her arousal again. My tongue teased hers as my hands caressed her body. It wasn’t long until she was whimpering into my mouth and lifting her hips off the bed to get close to my hand each time it brushed past her clit. She was ready.
I squirted some lube on the vibrator. This time, Delaney’s eyes were clouded with lust as she watched my movements. Kneeling between her legs, I slid the vibrator into her body just slightly before hitting the button to make the shaft portion move. Not only had I read the instructions, I’d practiced and plotted like a good nerd with a new toy. I wanted this to be perfect for Delaney. When I’d admitted to being a little jealous of Justin, it hadn’t been a joke. Crazy or not, I wanted to prove I could make Delaney come hardest, even when her vibrator was involved.
“Oh!” Delaney screeched, when the vibrations started.
I slid it further into her body before withdrawing some. I continued to slide the vibrator in and out, going deeper when it seemed she was ready. She was absolutely gorgeous. Squirming to get the right pressure with her clit, she had a look of total abandon.
“You like that, don’t you?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said on a moan. “More, Sebastian.”
“I’m going to give you more,” I promised. “I’ll always give you what you need, Delaney.”
I hit the button to control the clit stimulator. This part was trickier because I needed to get it positioned just right. When she immediately moaned loudly and rocked up against the vibrator, I knew I’d found the right spot. I hit another button to change the movement of the shaft portion of the vibrator before increasing the speed of the vibrations on the clit stimulator. Delaney’s hips lifted high off the bed, and she moaned loudly.
“Beautiful,” I praised as I moved the vibrator in slow shallow strokes, taking my cue from Delaney’s responses. It wasn’t long before she was screaming and thrashing with her climax. I pulled the vibrator back slightly to ease the pressure on her clit as her spasms subsided.
“Oh. My. God,” she breathed out. “That was intense.”
“I’m not done with you yet,” I told her before setting the vibrator to the side and moving up her body to undo the handcuffs. As she rubbed her wrists, I quickly stripped out of my clothes and put on a condom. I’d been patient. Now, I needed in Delaney.
When I looked over, Delaney was on her knees at the edge of the bed. Her red hair was messy, and
she looked thoroughly pleasured and utterly gorgeous.
“Come here, beautiful,” I crooned, reaching out a hand to her.
There was no hesitation. Delaney stood by the edge of the bed facing me. “What can I do for you?” she purred.
My only response was to kiss her. I wasn’t going to last. It had been too long, and I’d teased myself as much as I’d teased her. I needed to take her hard and fast. With my hands on her ass, I lifted her off the ground. Her legs immediately wrapped around my hips. Walking her to the door, I leaned her back against it for extra support.
“Put me in you,” I commanded. “I need you so fucking much.”
Delaney positioned the head of my dick at her entrance, and I pressed into her body. We both moaned when I was fully in her. She pulsed around me, making me struggle for control.
“I don’t know how long I can last,” I rasped out. “I want you so much.”
“Hard and fast is what I need,” she said, mirroring my thoughts. “Fuck me hard.”
She didn’t need to ask me twice. I thrust into her body, managing to keep my movements slow and controlled for only a short time. It wasn’t long before I was thrusting hard into her. Delaney was screaming and clawing at my back, just as wild and desperate as I was. With each thrust, her body gripped my dick tightly until I felt her come undone again. This time, I went over the edge with her, calling out her name over and over again.
I couldn’t move at first. I simply stood there with Delaney in my arms, her hot channel pulsing around my twitching cock. It was Delaney who finally broke the silence.
“That was amazing,” she breathed out with a sleepy sigh.
“You are amazing,” I told her before sliding out of her and setting her on her feet. I had to help steady her because her legs were shaky. “Have I told you how much I missed you this week?”
She laughed softly. “I figured it out.”
“I’m addicted to you, Delaney,” I murmured. “I know you’re still scared of what we have, but you really are perfect for me.”
“You’re doing a good job of convincing me,” she said with a sweet smile.
It was a good start.
Chapter Forty-Eight
Delaney
Negotiating my time with Sebastian wasn’t easy. It hadn’t taken long to realize he was the type who went after what he wanted. He didn’t have any doubt we belonged together. It’s not that he’d suggested getting married or even asked me to move in with him, but Sebastian had made it clear he didn’t think we should spend nights apart. I was pretty sure he’d push for all those nights to be at his home if it weren’t for my piano lessons. His shower made it very tempting to spend every available night there. Sebastian was a bigger temptation than the shower, but I’d never admit that to him. The man’s ego was big enough.
We still had no word from the police about the rock attack or the damage to my car. I’d told Sebastian I didn’t believe there was anything to worry about and insisted whoever had done it had obviously given up since there’d been no other incidents. Part of me believed that. There hadn’t been anything I could officially call an attack—not a physical attack on my person, anyway.
Someone had hacked my Facebook account and posted pornography on my author page. I didn’t catch it because they’d posted it in the middle of the night, but others had seen it and reported it. Since many accounts had recently been hacked, I figured it was likely unrelated. Even Sebastian didn’t seem to think they were connected.
A few strange things also happened that I hadn’t mentioned to Sebastian. One involved the potted plants in my backyard suddenly dying, and another a dead cat turning up on my front porch. The plants struck me as odd since they’d survived the cold winter. It was warmer now, so I figured they’d be okay. I was willing to admit that I’d forgotten to get someone to water them the first week I’d spent at Sebastian’s, but they’d seemed fine, albeit a little wilted when I’d gotten home. The dead cat hadn’t been murdered, it was just dead. Animal control had come to pick it up and seemed to think it was just a stray who’d come to die on my porch.
I was currently trying to work on edits from home but having very little success. I simply couldn’t focus. I sighed when I realized I’d just read the same section twice and my mind had wandered the whole time. I finally decided to just give up and go for dessert. I hadn’t made it back to that café in Hayward since the day I’d met Sebastian, but memories of their cake had crept into my thoughts. We’d been separated too long. Before heading out, I sent a group text to Brook and Chelsea to see if they were free. Girl time and cake were just what I needed.
ME: Do you ladies want to meet for dessert at the café by our favorite sex shop? I’m about to head over there. Their cake is orgasmic.
BROOK: I wish! I could go for some chocolate cake today. Sadly, I have a conference call in ten minutes.
CHELS: My afternoon appointment came in early, so I’m free. I was just heading out of the studio. How about if I meet you there in twenty minutes?
ME: Sounds good.
BROOK: You both suck. I want cake.
ME: I’m heading over to Sebastian’s later, so I’ll drop a slice off at your place on the way.
BROOK: I take back what I said about you sucking. You are my hero.
Twenty minutes later, I was seated at one of the last available tables with Chelsea.
“I wonder if this place is ever slow,” I mused as I looked around the busy café.
Chelsea shrugged as she examined the menu. “I’ve considered stopping in here before, but it’s always crowded. The cake can’t be good enough to warrant this crowd.”
“I’ll forgive you for insulting the cake this time. Just wait until you try it,” I told her. “You may think you know what good cake is, but you’re wrong.”
“I think I’ll get the carrot cake,” Chelsea mused.
“You’ll get the tuxedo cake,” I insisted.
“But I really like carrot cake,” Chelsea argued. “Aren’t you the one who’s always telling me to stick with what I like?”
“This is different,” I told her. “We’re talking about the best cake in the entire world. I love you too much to allow you miss out on this cake.”
“You’re back,” the friendly waitress from my last visit said when she came to our table. Her gaze fell to my left hand, and she gave me a sad smile. “I see you weren’t able to retrieve your wedding ring. I’d really hoped you’d be able to pull the sink pipe out and get it back.”
“She got her ring back,” Chelsea piped in. I’d told Brook and Chelsea about Sebastian’s game to get me cake. “Her fingers are just swollen because of the pregnancy, so she can’t wear her ring.”
Looking down at my hand, I frowned. My fingers weren’t swollen.
“Oh!” the waitress squealed. “How exciting! Do you know what you’re having yet?”
Apparently, my fingers looked swollen. That was an annoying realization. I’d have to smack Chelsea for that lie later. Eventually, my waitress would realize I wasn’t pregnant, and I’d never be able to have cake at the café again.
“I want to be surprised,” I told her.
“Good for you,” she praised. “My sister waited to find out. I’m not sure I’d have that much patience. What can I get for you today?”
“We’ll each have a slice of tuxedo cake,” I told her. “And iced green tea.”
Chelsea glared at me for ordering for her, but the bitch deserved if for telling our waitress I was pregnant.
“What if I don’t like tuxedo cake?” Chelsea asked after the waitress walked away.
“Then we can no longer be friends,” I replied. “I can’t hang out with someone who has such questionable taste.”
“While I’d like to say you won’t abandon me because of cake, that’s probably the one thing you would abandon me over,” Chelsea mused.
“Not just any cake,” I argued. “This is really special cake, and you will love it!”
“We�
��ll see,” Chelsea replied noncommittally.
“I thought you were in the mood to try new things,” I remarked.
“I’ve been over that phase for more than a week,” she explained. “It never takes long to realize what a mistake it is.”
“This time, you are going to love your new experience,” I assured her. “Sometimes trying new things works out well for you.”
“Like when?” she demanded.
“Like when you let Luke spank you,” I replied in a bored tone. “You ended up really liking that.”
“That’s totally different,” Chelsea said, waving off my reply.
“I knew it!” I nearly shouted. “You and Luke have been playing spanking games and hiding it from me.”
Chelsea’s cheeks heated as she looked around the café. I’d made sure there were no kids present before trying to trick Chelsea into admitting this to me. I might have no self-control most of the time, but I tried to behave when kids were around.
“Did you try any of the stuff I suggested?” I asked.
“We have tried a few of your suggestions,” Chelsea replied, shifting in her seat.
“Did you like my suggestions?” I asked excitedly. I’d already known Luke and Chelsea played more than bondage games. Luke hadn’t exactly been coy about it. Chelsea had been a tease about the entire thing. The way she’d teased me with Luke’s bondage toy box when they’d moved in together proved she wasn’t all that embarrassed about their kinky sexcapades. She was just being mean by refusing to share details with me.
“It’s not nice to keep this kind of information from your best friend,” I told her. “Brook isn’t here today, so you can’t use her as an excuse to hold back on the dirty details.”
Chelsea snorted. “You haven’t exactly been sharing all your bedroom adventures with Sebastian.”
“I’ve shared plenty, and I’ll be happy to share more when we aren’t in this café,” I assured her. My eyes lit up when I saw our waitress returning with our cake and tea.
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