Bonded

by April Zyon

  “What’s amazing?” he asked. His breath fluttered softly over her face. He was still stroking her skin, but he had moved closer. The heat of his body was pressing against her, warming her.

  “The feeling of your hand against my cheek. How hard it is, but how softly you’re touching me. All of it. It’s all utterly and completely incredible to me. I never dreamed I would be sitting before someone that understood me, that got me, as well as you do.”

  “Of course I understand, Emily.” She felt a brush of warmth to her skin. Not his hand, not his thumb, but his lips. “You are everything to me. I know you don’t understand it all yet, but you will in time.” He drew away, his hand slipping from her cheek. “For now, I think you need some rest.”

  “Rest might be nice,” she agreed and tentatively stroked her fingers over his face. Getting to his feet, he held out a hand. “Come, I’ll show you where you can clean up and where you’ll be sleeping. It’s not the Ritz, but I’m sure we can manage for tonight.”

  Shrugging, she followed him through the house. “Hey, it’ll keep me alive. That’s all I need. Well, and a bed. I really hate sleeping outside, so I’m glad that it’s a house and not a tent or something weird like that.”

  “No tents. They’re a little harder to defend.” Guiding her along, he stopped before a door. He pushed it open and reached in, turned on the lights. “Your bed for the evening,” he said. “Bathroom is through there, where you’ll find towels and sheets. I’m just across the hall, so if you need anything, give a call.”

  “Thank you.” She looked across, then back to him. “And if I get cold in the middle of the night, or if I have a bad dream?” Okay, so I may be pushing it right now. “Because I have a feeling that I’ll maybe get cold.”

  His lips twitched ever so slightly. “Well,” he said in a serious tone. “There are a number of solutions for that. The most obvious, of course, would be the extra blankets. There are several in the closet, right over there. But if that doesn’t work…” He shrugged and slid his hands into his front pockets. “I don’t know, I suppose we might have to come up with something a little more old-fashioned. Any ideas?” he asked, an eyebrow moving up in a questioning arch.

  “Well, you know what they say about body heat.” She took a deep breath and one step closer.

  “They’re right about body heat,” he said with a slow nod. He put a hand on her hip and drew her another inch forward. “But I also don’t want you feeling pressured into anything. We’re meant to be, but you need time, too. If you want to come in and sleep in my bed, with me there, I’m not going to say no. But I won’t push you into anything more.”

  “And if I want more?” Emily’s hands were now on his hips, her fingers hooked into his belt loops. “I just met you, but I want you. I feel a connection to you that I’ve never felt before in my life.” She wanted to know more, feel more … do more. “Would it be me pushing you for more than you’re willing to give?” She wanted to know. She needed to know.

  “No,” he answered softly. “I’m more than prepared to tear off your clothes and ravish you for hours. I should warn you—I have very specific needs. You may not be ready to explore all of those as thoroughly as I want.”

  “How do you know what I want, what I need?” Emily was always in control. She had to be with her ability. Sometimes, though, she wanted to be able to let go. She wanted to be able to give herself over to someone but had never found anyone she trusted enough for that release.

  “I don’t.” He pulled her closer still, until she could feel every inch of his front pressed to hers. Including the very hard and hot evidence of his need against her belly. “Which is something else we still need to discuss. What both of us expect out of taking this to a sexual level.”

  She wet her lips. “Then, instead of talking here in the hall, what do you say about us moving this to your bedroom? Have the conversation there?”

  He nodded and began to move backward, hanging on to her as he went. They moved in sync to the open door that led to his room and inside. He paused long enough to push the door shut, then kept going through the darkened space.

  She moved along, trusting him to keep her safe. Her hands traveled over his chest, from his hips upward, until she had them around his neck. She pulled him down to her, her lips meeting his along the way, and kissed him as she had been waiting to do.

  He kissed her right back, turning them at some point. Then they were falling. Not far. Just onto a bed. His weight pressed her down into the softness of the blankets and mattress, one of his legs pushing between hers to rub at the seam of her pants and her clit.

  When they parted, Emily was panting. She licked her lips and looked up at him, heat in her gaze. “Tell me what it is that you need. Tell me what it is that you want. I need to know why you thought I would be afraid to be here in bed with you.”

  He stared down at her. “I dominate my sexual partners. I like to bind them so they can’t move before I fuck them. I like to spank their sweet little asses before I take them hard and deep up the ass. I use toys during play, but I have never—not once—hurt one of my partners … just so you know. I don’t share, ever, and will never mess around with another when I’m with someone.”

  Lifting her hand, she put it onto his cheek. “I’ve always had to be so in control all of my life But … what you just said… I need that. God, I want that. I want to give in and be controlled. I trust you enough for that. And I don’t share or stray either.”

  The tension she hadn’t noticed until then slipped away from his body, and he relaxed into her even more. “No one touches you and lives,” he said softly before he kissed her again. This one was different—it was dominating and all encompassing. He was fully in control and letting her know it as he devoured her slowly.

  Emily let it ride. She rubbed against him and was wildly turned on when he grabbed her wrists in one strong hand and pulled her arms up over her head. She looked up at him, passion riding her hard. “Only you.” And oddly enough, it felt like only him. There was something happening between them, something more than plain sex, and she knew it just as he did.

  He drew back slightly, his gaze sliding down over her, then back up. “You have too many clothes on.” His voice was rough with need. “You need to get naked, now.” Very slowly, he released her hands and pushed up and off her. “Now,” he said again, in a tone that would brook no argument.

  “Naked,” she agreed, tugging at her clothes as fast as she could. She tossed them away without a care as to where they went. She wanted to have her body against his. When they were both undressed, she licked her lips. “Holy Christ, you are … wow.” He was stunning. His entire body was sculpted as if from marble.

  He came back to the bed and climbed up. Then he moved her around until she was in the center and he was straddling her waist. “Arms over your head. I want you to hold on to the headboard and not let go. If you do, I stop. We clear?” he asked as he drew a finger slowly down over a breast, just avoiding her tight nipple as he went.

  “Yes.” She did as she was told, her fingers clenching the underside of the headboard, her gaze locked on him. “Not letting go.” Oh mercy, I needed this. Her back arched when he teased his hand just past her nipple again. A move clearly designed to make her beg.

  “Good.” He nodded. Pressing both hands to the bed, he leaned in. His goal seemed to be her neck. He pressed a kiss there before he nipped lightly. His tongue slid over the spot a moment later and soothed away the small sting. The other side received the same treatment. Then he began a slow—so very slow—path down to her chest and over to a breast.

  Emily’s eyes slid shut, and she only felt. Her foot braced on the bed, and she lifted her hips to rub against him in invitation, waiting to see what punishment he would give her for trying to top from the bottom.

  He pressed down on her thighs and growled. “Be still,” he said, his voice rough and commanding. “Do that again and there will be consequences.” A very clear warning, but would
she listen or would she disobey?

  Her whole body convulsed at his dominant voice. “Yes, Sir.” Just saying the words had her pussy clenching and her nipples hardening. God help me, I needed this.

  “Good girl.” His tone was a little softer, but still firm. He lowered his head once more and nuzzled at her breast, his lips moving lightly over the flesh until he brushed her nipple. Gently, he slid his tongue to the puckered flesh before drawing it into his mouth and sucking hard.

  Her hands tightened on the headboard. She bit her lower lip to keep from lifting her back up from the bed to bring her breast closer to him. Licking her lips, she watched him, her eyes now accustomed to the semi-dark room.

  He drew off her nipple with a soft pop and gave her a look of approval before moving to treat her other to the same. When he finished with that one, he took both between his fingers and pinched them as he tugged. Plucking over and over, he lightly slapped them to pucker the buds even tighter.

  She cried out in joy. “Yes,” she hissed. “Gaius.” She whispered his name in prayer, pleasure, all of her emotions combined in that moment. His touch was unique and perfection. He played her body like a well-loved instrument.

  “You like that, don’t you?” he asked. He tugged her nipples again, pinching a little harder before releasing them. “We’ll have to get you some nipple clamps, I think. Yours are so long and pretty. I think a clamp on each would be divine.” He gave them another slap before he tugged and pinched harder, holding them for a long moment before releasing.

  As her nipples throbbed, an answering beat echoed in the rest of her body. He pressed his mouth to her belly and licked a lazy path toward her pussy. Moving back on her legs, he finally nudged them open and adjusted her feet up onto the bed so that she was wide open to his view as he sat and stared at her most private place.

  Looking down, she watched him watching her and smiled. “See something you like?” She was teasing now, and did it ever feel good. “I’m yours.” She whispered those two words as if they had always been meant for him and him alone.

  “Yes, you are,” he answered. Leaning forward, he took a deep breath and let out a low growl that sent chills over her body. “You smell so good, sensual and so ready.” He closed the last bit of distance and slid his tongue up her slit to flick her clit lightly. His eyes drifted shut, and he appeared to be savoring her taste.

  She moaned. She fought an intense need to let go of the headboard and grasp his head. But she had to trust him to steer them both into orgasm.

  His eyes popped open and his gaze pinned her in place. Then, once more, he lowered his head and feathered his tongue over her pussy. At her clit, he circled the tight bud over and over again. Teasing her and taking her ever closer to the edge. Just as she was approaching, he pulled back and waited. “You are not to come unless I give you permission. Do you understand, Emily?”

  After a moment, she nodded. “Yes.” She saw his look and added, “Yes, Sir. I understand.” She had control of her body, but when he touched her—gods, when he touched her—she wanted nothing more than to come. To climax and to feel the pleasure he offered.

  “Good. That’s very good. We’ll see how long you can last tonight and build on it. But know this, if you come before I say so, you will be punished.” When she nodded, he squeezed her leg and pressed a kiss to her inner thigh.

  “Spread your legs wide for me. I’m feeling starved, suddenly.” It was her only warning before he settled between her legs, spread her pussy wide, and began to feast. He sucked, licked, and stabbed his tongue into her over and over.

  Though her body burned with need, she forced herself not to orgasm. She beat her passion back and licked her lips, her fingers holding tightly to the headboard as he worshiped her body. That was exactly what she felt like he was doing—worshiping her.

  Moving his mouth to her clit, he sucked on it and nipped carefully. Scraping his teeth lightly over the sensitive nub, he plunged a finger into her pussy before taking her moisture and tracing a path to her anus. “Have you ever had a cock here?” he asked her, rubbing at the tight bud.

  “Yes,” she said honestly. “Once. I want it again. It didn’t feel right or good the first time, and I want someone to show me just how good it can feel.” She hadn’t had many partners in her life, mostly because it was hard to touch someone and know their secrets, something she realized she didn’t feel with Gaius. “I’m yours,” she repeated. Swallowing, she whispered, “To do with as you want, Sir.”

  He slid his finger into her pussy again, gathering more of her cream, before pressing it to her anus once more. This time, he broke through the ring of muscle. “You are mine, to do with as I want, always and wherever I have the need. Isn’t that right?” he demanded, pushing his finger in deeper while sliding two into her pussy.

  “Yes, Sir.” She was starting to glaze over in need. His ministrations were driving her crazy. Desperation was all that kept her hands on the headboard. “I’m yours to use when you want, when you need.”

  “Good answer.” He moved his fingers faster, hooking the ones in her pussy to rub against the bundle of nerves deep inside. He was driving her toward an orgasm and yet watching her closely. Likely to make sure she didn’t go over the edge. She was fighting it with everything she had when he pulled out suddenly. “Emily.” He said her name with a growl. Then he slapped her most sensitive area. “Come,” he ordered.

  She did just that. She screamed as she came. Her back bowed, and an orgasm unlike anything she had ever experienced before caused her whole body to clench and explode. Never before had she found such a powerful release.

  As she collapsed onto the bed, she felt him next to her. He took her arms gently, prying her fingers loose from the headboard and rubbing her hands. “I have you,” he murmured. “Just relax and rest.” He kept stroking her skin.

  After a moment, he slid off the bed and left her alone. But he came back almost immediately. Easing onto the mattress, he shifted her into a partial sitting position, propped against him. “Drink,” he said, pressing a cool glass into her hands. While she sipped the water, he ran a wet washcloth over her breasts and between her legs with care.

  She closed her eyes and smiled. She licked her lips. “That felt incredible. I have never in my life felt anything as good as that.” She snuggled up against his chest, then pulled back to look up at him. “I think we both need more, though.”

  “We will do more, together, in time. But for tonight, I intend on sliding my cock into your sweet little pussy and making love to you before we sleep. Too much is not good for you. Some tenderness is needed as well.” Gaius pressed a light kiss to her lips and stroked her cheek with his fingers. “Not everything we do in the bedroom will be about me dominating you. Most, but not all. For now, finish your water and relax.”

  Her heart melted with his words. If she didn’t know better, she would have sworn she fell in love with him at that very moment in time. “I want everything, Gaius. To make love with you, to ride you, having you dominate me, and simply us being together.”

  He tossed the washcloth aside and wrapped her up in his arms. He held her and rocked her back and forth gently as she came down from her orgasm.

  When she finished the glass of water, she passed it over to Gaius, then snuggled in closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and holding him tightly. “I just hope I can be all that you need.”

  “Of course you are,” he said softly. He eased them both down to the bed, one hand resting on her lower belly. “You’re perfect, Emily. Absolutely and completely perfect. Never doubt that.” He stroked his hand over her skin as he watched her. “If you’re too sore we can just go to sleep,” he told her, even with his rock hard cock digging into her hip.

  “Not too sore at all.” She turned her head to look up at him. “I want to be with you. I feel it—this driving and intense desire to have our souls tied together. I don’t even know where that phrase comes from, but that’s how I felt as I was coming. Like my soul
was reaching for yours in the middle of that climax.”

  His hand stilled on her belly as he stared into her eyes. “Maybe it was,” he said in a slightly distracted tone. Shaking his head, he slid his hand down to cup her pussy and gently stroked her with a finger. “Are you sure, Emily? Because I need to know if I’ve pushed you too far at any point. And this is all my fault for not remembering before, but you should choose a safeword for when we are together in case I go beyond what you are comfortable with.”

  “You’ll know,” she assured him. “But if we’re choosing, I’ll go with ‘red.’ It’s easy to remember and one that we will both instantly associate with stopping.” She moved so she could look at him and smiled. “I’m sure, Gaius. I want this more than you can possibly know.” The heat of his medallion warmed her through his skin and somehow, deep down, she knew that when they did this her life would be forever changed. And she wanted it to be.

  Taking her at her word, he rolled her over and came with her so he was blanketing her body with his. His cock rubbed over her stomach, then lower as he adjusted himself. “Put your legs around me, Emily,” he said softly, a hint of command in his tone.

  Emily’s legs lifted. She locked her ankles at the small of his back and watched him watching her. The feeling of him sliding into her was intense. It was masterful. Literally life altering. “Gaius.” She was forever his. She knew it just as she sensed her soul reaching out for his. “Please.” She had come harder than ever before just moments ago, but already the pleasure was building rapidly.

  He braced on his arms and began to thrust. Slowly at first, long and deep, through her folds. He brushed over her lips before catching her mouth and branding her with his own. As he kissed her he increased the speed of his hips, driving into her faster, until he was slamming in deep each time, rocking her beneath him with each stroke.

  She felt his soul reaching for hers this time. She didn’t know how she knew that’s what it was or why, but the heated brush of it against her own had her moaning. The sensations were more than physical now. It was emotional, psychological, and it was intense. “Please, Gaius, tell me you feel that, too,” she begged. Gods, she prayed she wasn’t going crazy … or worse—feeling his past.