“I don’t know,” she hedges. “We’ve only just announced that we’re dating to our friends. That’s a big leap.”
“Hadlee, if you’re nervous about me, I get that. I’m nervous about me. Maybe making it a rental for a while will make you feel better. And I’m fine if we make my place a rental and find something that’s ours, as long as we find a house with a downstairs apartment. I hope you’re okay if my dad lives downstairs?”
“You’re just moving so fast. A week ago, I was asking to be more than a fun-fuck, and now you’re talking about heading down a path that includes forever. I think I have whiplash.”
I cringe internally. I hurt her, but I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to her. “I didn’t realize how important you were to me until you moved out. Then with that jerk Ken in the cafeteria this morning, I wanted to punch him in the face knowing he touched you without your permission. But what did me in was how great you were with my dad. Not only did you get him settled and relaxed before surgery, but also talking to the doctor after surgery. You’re simply wonderful, and I want that in my life for the rest of my life.”
Her eyes widen and her jaw is slack. I know I took her by surprise, admitting so much after our previous talks, but I'm determined to make this work. She puts her hands on her hips, and I’m prepared for a lecture. “Okay, I’m not sure that you’ve changed my mind, but let’s agree to take it one day at a time. When my house is completely ready, we can discuss next options.”
We arrive at my house and bring our things inside. I lead her to my bedroom, and she puts her bag aside and turns to me. Her arms encircle my neck, and she steps in for a long and languid kiss.
“Damn, woman,” I breathe heavily when we part. “You’re incredible.”
“Yeah? Right back at you, handsome. Now shut up and give me what I want.”
I dip my tongue back in for another taste, then bite her bottom lip. My nimble fingers make their way under the hem of her T-shirt, and I slowly begin to inch it over her belly as she pushes into me with her desire. When the shirt passes over her glorious breasts, my breath hitches. “God, you’re exquisite,” I say just above a whisper. She shivers. “I want to see the rest of you,” I murmur as I lift her shirt the rest of the way over her head. At the sight of her blue lacey bra, my eyes home in on her incredible breasts. “Blue.” I shake my head. “I believe that’s my new favorite color.”
I pull her back into my body and trail my hands up her flawless back in a slow caress, ending at the clasp of her bra. I unhook it using one hand, and she giggles as her breast are freed. Pulling back, I gaze at her thoughtfully, and she asks, “What?”
I let out a long, low groan. My chest is heaving as I zero in on the delicious pink nipples, my desire to touch, lick, bite, and pull the sweet pink peaks mounting. Hadlee rubs her chest against me, and my breathing becomes rapid with anticipation while I gaze into her eyes with heated lust.
“You’re so fucking sexy. Kiss me,” I demand.
Unbuttoning her pants, I slip my fingers into her creamy center. Her hips move in a silent request for more. Removing my fingers from her slick core, I lick them slowly. “You taste good, too.”
She slips her jeans over her hips, revealing the most glorious pair of see-through blue panties. Slipping my fingers below the elastic band, I plunge into her wet slit once again. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.
I back her up to the edge of the bed, and she runs her fingers through my hair, pulling me into a deeper, more frantic kiss. I massage the globes of her ass, pulling her flush with my erection.
Without breaking the kiss, I relish in the softness of her breasts against my hard chest as I lift her onto the bed. I unabashedly explore her breasts with my hands, squeezing and kneading them, pinching and pulling her nipples between my fingers. Laying her flat on the bed, I break the kiss and hover over her body. My breathing labored, her eyes filled with carnal need, I whisper, “I’m going to make you feel so damn good that you won’t even remember your name.”
Standing, I take my T-shirt off and slip out of my jeans while she watches. Inserting my fingers below the elastic of her panties, I slip them off as she lifts her legs and discards them. “I may hide those again,” I tell her with a wink. Spreading her legs open by parting them with my knees, I let out an appreciative moan. She makes me feels so strong and capable.
She trembles as I lick my lips, swallow hard, and whisper, “I want to taste you, Hadlee.” I move my gaze from her beautiful clit and rasp, “Can I?”
She nods, and I run my hands up the inside of her creamy thighs, pushing her legs farther apart and exposing her to the open air. My cock’s hard and begging for her touch, but I want her to know I’m in love with her.
“Cameron… please…,” she cries out desperately, but I take my sweet time, taunting her, teasing her.
“Don’t you know good things come to those who wait?”
Cameron
CHAPTER THIRTY
It’s been an awesome few weeks. My dad was in the ICU for two days, then the main hospital ward for two weeks. He was moved to a care facility attached to the hospital after that and has been there for almost a month. Watching my dad improve daily has been great. Hadlee checks on him each time she visits the hospital and will send me some kind of update: a photo, something he said, or notes about his overall disposition.
Sitting at the breakfast table, watching the morning begin as the mourning doves coo and sing their songs, I’m happier than I’ve been in a very long time. I reminisce over how much the last year has changed my life. I found a woman who accepts me for me, and I’ve started to develop a better relationship with my dad. What more could I ask for, honestly?
“Cameron, did you hear what I said?” Hadlee asks as she stares at me across the table.
I look at her. I haven’t been listening, and she knows it. Her head tilted to the side, there’s a sparkle in her eyes, and she’s smiling.
“Well? What do you think? Can we finally do it?”
“I’m sorry. I was thinking about my dad. He should finally be home in the next two weeks, but he thinks the apartment downstairs is too nice for him.”
“I told you I wanted to have you tie me up for sex and you’re thinking about your dad?”
“Well, yeah. Wait, you said what?”
She lets out the most melodious laugh, her breasts jiggling a bit, and the sight makes me hard. “I’m ready whenever you are,” I growl. “Tying you up is about your pleasure. It means you submitting to me while together we both enjoy ourselves.”
“Well, you’ve been teasing me for months, and rather than waiting patiently for you to bring it up, I’m here and begging for it.” She bites her lip, and I don’t think she realizes how sexy it is.
Reaching across the table, I run my finger up her arm and caress her exposed delicious skin. “Begging? I like when you beg me to finally let you come. You’re amazing, you know that?”
She comes over and sits on my lap. “Sweetheart, I know you want this, and I’m ready to explore. I trust you completely.”
She’s wearing a thin T-shirt, and her breasts are calling to me to be played with. Circling an areola, the nipple beads and I pinch it. Despite the T-shirt and the bra, she’s responsive and pushes into my hand. I love what she does to me and how wanton she is. Whispering, I ask, “Are you going out with the girls tonight?”
“No. You can have me all to yourself. What do you think we should do?” She kisses the nape of my neck, nipping and rubbing her nose along the skin, making my dick harder. “I have rounds to do at the hospital this morning, but I should be back by two.”
“That would work. Any hard limits?” I eye her carefully. Any hesitation means she would be doing this for me and not for us.
“What are hard limits?”
“Things that are absolutely out of the question.”
“Well, I want it to be just the two of us.”
I laugh at that. “Don’t worry. You’re more than e
nough for me.”
“Okay. Well it can’t leave any marks, so probably things like silk ties rather than a cotton rope. I don’t want to explain to the parents of my patients that I let my boyfriend tie me up and fuck me ten different ways.”
“Are you worried they may want to join us?”
Swatting at me playfully, she giggles. “No, silly. I love all the naughty things we do together”—she rubs my cock through my jeans—“but I want our private life to remain private.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” I don’t want her to stop, but if we do what she wants later, I’ll need all the energy I have to keep up with my little minx. “When you get back from the hospital, we can experiment.”
Standing up, she puts both hands on my knees and leans in for a deep and lasting kiss that’s both aggressive and wanting. I break away and warn, “If you don’t stop, you won’t make rounds today. And I have big plans for you.”
Straddling me, she looks me straight in the eye. “Promise? I want this with you, Cameron.”
“Oh, I promise. I can’t wait to make you come over and over again.”
She grasps my cock through my jeans and purrs, “I hope you’re going to find a few orgasms in there, too.”
I swat her on her behind. “Don’t worry about me. Just go do your rounds. I’ll be ready when you return.”
We kiss deeply, and then she grabs her things and heads to the hospital.
While she’s gone, I need to get ready and run a few errands. Candles in her favorite lavender scent are on my agenda, plus a stop at the adult store for a few goodies.
I’m nervous and excited. This takes us to a whole new level, though I’m trying not to put too much into it; if she doesn’t like it, I really think I’ll be able to live without this level of kink in our sex life.
I inhale deeply and then release the air slowly, letting my tension go with it, leaving pure excitement behind. My body feels charged, alive, my muscles rippling with energy. I flex and release my fingers to let some of it go, and when that's not enough, I shake my arms hard.
Yeah, that's better. Phew.
The door slides open and Hadlee steps out of the shower completely naked, her wet hair brushed back from her flushed face, her smooth skin damp. She takes in the transformed ambiance of our bedroom, scanning the candles burning all around us, though my body blocks the bed from view. Her blue gaze lights up before it meets mine and darkens, her obvious desire mirroring my own. The air between us seems to crackle with expectation.
"Come here, sweetheart." My voice is low, thick. She smiles faintly and steps forward as I move back, then stop. She stands right in front of me, hands at her sides, chin up, shoulders back, breathing fast. She's excited. Knowing she needs this, wants this, makes my blood boil in urgency. At the same time, the added weight of responsibility centers me, stabilizing me as it settles low in my belly.
Here we go.
With a brief smile, I lift my hands to trail my fingertips lightly along her arms. Goose bumps flare on her skin in response. So pretty.
"My beautiful sweetheart." She smiles tentatively. I bend to place a light kiss on her lips. "Ready to play?"
Hadlee nods, and I stare into her eyes. "Words, sweetheart. When we do this, use your words to answer my questions."
"Yes. I'm ready to play."
I smile. "So am I." Taking her hand, I draw her over to the side of the bed. "Let's get you settled, then. Up on the bed, on your back. Cushion under your hips."
She turns to do as told but then hesitates, biting her lip as she looks from the bed to me with a deep frown on her face. "Um…."
I raise an eyebrow questioningly, and she seems torn with some kind of internal debate until finally she blurts out, "I thought I said rope was a hard limit for me?"
My stomach drops a little. Damn. I should’ve explained. Taking her hands in mine, I squeeze them lightly, reassuringly. "What I heard was leaving visible marks was your hard limit.” She nods, and I continue. “I found a way to make it work."
She raises her chin, still looking unconvinced. "How?"
"I—" I start, then think again. "Here, let me show you."
Turning her around, I take out one of the ring knots from under the bath towel I laid across the bed, holding it out for her. She grabs it and then looks it over from all directions.
"What am I looking at, exactly?" she asks, her tone still guarded.
I step closer and take the rope from her hands, pulling hard at the ring on one end of the knot and the long tail on the other.
"It's called a ring knot. See? It won't tighten on you, no matter how hard you pull." I tuck my thumb into my palm and wiggle my hand into the ring, then grab the rope above the knot. "Which means you get the sensation of being tied up, but at the same time"—I squeeze my hand out of the ring—"you can simply take your hand out if you need to. Your hands are smaller than mine, so it would be even smoother."
"Oh, I see."
Her voice sounds breezy, as if she'd just released her breath after holding it in for too long. Then she slips her hand into the ring, holds on to the knot, and pulls hard. That's right, sweetheart. Check for yourself. She tugs the rope a few more times, then takes her hand out and raises her face to me, her smile growing ever wider with each passing heartbeat.
"So, sweetheart, would you like for me to tie you up and have my naughty way with you?"
She giggles and nods enthusiastically. "Oh yes, please. I would very much!"
I laugh, too, my anxiety melting away at her expectant tone. God, I love this woman. I shake my head and take a step closer, cupping her face and kissing her slowly, sweetly.
"Hmm. I'd like that very much, too," I murmur against her soft, pink, pouty lips. After one more quick taste, I step back, needing a little space to gather my wits around me. For this to be as good as it can be between us, I have a role to play. I close my eyes and take a moment to regain my equilibrium. When I'm ready, I open them and refocus on Hadlee, who stands naked and expectant in front of me. I'd better not stall too damn long.
"On the bed, then, sweetheart. On your back, cushion under your hips."
When she doesn't move immediately, just breathes in and stares at me with a soft smile, I fight my own grin, trying instead for a menacing scowl. "You had a good excuse to hesitate before, sweetheart. Not anymore. If there isn't a very good reason for your behavior, young lady, I'd suggest you get your lovely ass on that bed, now."
Her choked “Oh, yes!” sounds suspiciously giggly, but then she turns to climb up on the bed, and the sight of her luscious behind wiggling so close to my face is enough to make me forget anything and everything except the need to bury myself deep inside her.
I clench my fists and strive for composure as Hadlee flips over and settles on top of the thick towel. The pillow forces her back to arch slightly and her pelvis to tilt, pushing her beautiful pussy up high, putting it on display for me. Without being told, she spreads her arms and legs wide and then relaxes into the bed, clearly waiting for me to make the next move.
God, she's perfect.
"Very good, sweetheart. That's more like it. Now let's get you nice and tied, shall we?"
She whimpers in response and my dick surges, even as I move to slip her right hand into the first ring knot. I note with satisfaction that the fit is just right—loose enough for her to easily release herself, but still tight enough to provide the illusion of helplessness—and move on to her legs before finally securing her left wrist. When I'm done, the sight before me—Hadlee naked and bound, spread-eagle by the purple rope, her hips pushed up invitingly, passion plain as day on her face—makes my heart slam hard in my chest.
I grind my teeth. Focus, Cameron.
"How's that feel, baby?" My voice sounds hoarse, but I can't help it.
Hadlee tugs at the ropes and a slow smile spreads on her flushed face. "It feels—shit! It feels absolutely amazing. Just… I love it!"
I nod. "I love it, too, sweetheart. You look incredible
like that. Gorgeous."
It's an effort to keep my voice calm, and I'm damn proud of myself for succeeding. Moving closer, I lean one knee on the bed next to her torso, caress her face lightly with my fingertips, moving slow and gentle down her throat and along the middle of her beautiful, naked torso. Hadlee's lips part to allow for her quickened breath, curling upward as she watches me watching her.
I don't try to hide my desire for her, and her own eyes darken, her cheeks colored by matching stains of blush. I can read her mind right then. 'I'm sexy and I know it' is written all over her face, and I love it, love her for owning up to it, for reveling in her own body.
Absolutely fucking gorgeous.
I continue the path toward her spread-open pussy but then avoid it, instead moving down one thigh toward her knee while humming my favorite tune. She arches into my touch and then slumps back when I don’t go where she wants it. I chuckle and repeat the journey up her body and then down again, moving in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. My touch is light, almost ticklish. I know she wants more, and I thoroughly enjoy denying her.
For now.
"Don't be greedy, sweetheart. Patience is a virtue."
She whimpers at my game, but at the same time, her face softens into beautiful acceptance. I smile approvingly.
"Now, here are the rules. First, while you can release yourself any time you choose to, you may not do it for any reason other than for your safety. So, if you want to be untied not because you feel you’re at risk but for any other reason—discomfort, whatever—you need to ask and wait for me to do that for you, okay?"
"Yes," she answers softly.
"Good. Now I'm going to blindfold you in a moment, and although I'm sure you'd be able to remove it even without using your hands, I'd like for you to keep it on, and if need be, ask me to remove it for you."
Her eyes hold mine as she nods solemnly. "Okay."
I can see her questions and doubts rising. For a moment, I consider letting her struggle through them on her own, but I suspect it's too soon. For now, at least, it’s my job to help her with them.
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