Max wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body against his chest as they rocked together, shattered through their orgasms, and fell into that sweet post coital oblivion.
Moments later, once their bodies settled and their pulse beats slowed, he kissed her temple before leaning back to capture her mouth. Reluctantly, he withdrew from her body but scooped her up and held her close. “God I love you.”
“Love you too,” she returned.
Max gathered her in his arms and headed to the shower for a quick rinse. Once redressed, they carried on with their day, every once in a while, casting silly grins at one another in passing.
Max booked their trip to paradise while Violet finished with work-related paperwork before contacting their daughter for a Skype session. They informed her of their anniversary plans—stating they were going to a tropical destination, but leaving out the fantasy resort detail. Afterward, they settled in for an evening of take-out and a movie—this time, a simple romantic comedy.
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“Open your legs wider,” Max ordered softly, his baritone voice coaxing, enticing.
She did as he instructed while she lay blindfolded. Willingly. Wantonly.
Warm fingers caressed her right leg as soft material encircled her ankle and tightened, rendering her leg immobile. He repeated the same treatment on her left ankle, and she could only imagine what her body looked like with each limb stretched to its limits, securing her to the four corners of the plush bed.
Maybe being blind folded was for the best. Her most intimate feminine parts were fully exposed. And she was helpless. The anticipation, the expectation already stirred her, making her eager for the next step. Violet’s pulse quickened, her breaths came in shallow puffs. As enthusiastic as she was to show Max how she cared, she was also experiencing a little case of the nerves. She loved Max, but she had handed him the ultimate power by giving up control. Being at his mercy took complete trust.
“Deep breaths, in and out,” he soothed, trying to quell her trepidation.
The bed moved as his weight settled. He positioned himself between her legs then trailed his hand over her leg and across the knee to her inner thigh. The caresses were but a whisper across her skin. His fingers brushed across her sex causing her to inhale quickly.
“I love that you’re smooth, only skin. Open like this, I can see your pussy glistening with your moisture.” He spoke slowly, rhythmically. He gave her clitoris a teasing pinch, and she gasped, bucking slightly. While he swirled his thumb over her sensitive, throbbing flesh, his other hand traced the muscles on her abdomen. “So soft, yet so fit.”
Heat pooled in her belly where his hand stilled. Tension built further below, deepened as he continued to stroke her clit with his fingers, breaking contact only to dip into her folds to gather her moisture and spread it around the bundle of nerves that had her balanced on the edge of ecstasy.
His other hand moved from her belly up to the valley between her breasts. He rubbed up and down her sternum before moving his attention to her left breast where he palmed her and gave her a firm squeeze, pinching her nipple until it pebbled.
She gasped.
He chuckled.
While he worked over her clit, it tightened further, building her anticipation to a fevered pinnacle, his other hand went to her right breast, giving it the same treatment, only pinching harder this time. She began to moan, arching her back as he squeezed and tugged. Hardly able to focus, her body flexed of its own accord, following a rhythm he set.
She had no control. That was the goal—complete surrender. Not thinking about right or wrong, she released her wayward thoughts and sank into the bed, allowing her body only to feel, seeking complete sensual bliss.
He slid two fingers inside her, causing her to bite her lip as another quick breath escaped. And although it felt good, oh so good, she wanted him back on her clit. The edge was close and she wanted to jump.
Suddenly, his hands left her body, and the bed moved as he shifted positions again. A disappointed sob sprung from her mouth. She wanted to reach down between her legs and finish the job he started, only the silk straps holding her arms above her head prevented that. She squirmed, wishing she could move her legs to close them. His voice startled her, his mouth right next to her ear.
“Don’t. Move.”
She froze.
“Naughty girls who disobey will be punished,” he whispered, sending chills through her.
She wasn’t afraid. No, she was turned on even more. She knew the limits of this encounter, knew there’d be no rough play. Reaching those limits sent a new thrill coursing through her as goose bumps rose on her skin.
“Are you a naughty girl, little one?” he continued to whisper in her ear before his tongue shot out, licking the shell.
She barely shook her head back and forth, not wanting to lose contact with him—wanting more than his tongue, wanting his teeth on her skin.
He licked below her ear, trailing down her neck to her shoulder, nipping the soft spot above her collar bone. She felt him rise, his body shift, and before she could figure out his movements, she cried out as her nipples were simultaneously clamped. The mix of pain and pleasure nearly sent her into an orgasm.
“Tell me,” he ordered. “Are you a naughty girl?”
She struggled for her answer, groaning. “Yes, I’m your naughty girl.”
“That’s what I thought,” he said, arrogance evident in his tone.
Once again, the bed shifted as he moved. She was surprised when she felt his thighs against her ribs, his feet grazing her hips. He straddled her torso, but kept his weight off her.
Slowly he began to move, and she felt heat between her tender breasts as he rubbed his
