Maddox slid his arm around his wife’s waist. “We’ll probably walk.”
Addison sighed. “But I’m so tired. Carry me home.”
Maddox laughed. “I don’t think so.”
“Why don’t you go and sleep at Addison’s old place?” I smiled and put my arm across Olivia’s shoulders. “I have it on good authority that the sheets are clean and have never been used.”
I couldn’t be positive, but I thought Olivia turned red under the streetlights.
Addison gasped. “Never been used, huh? The first night, Liv? That’s awesome.” She turned and faced Maddox, throwing her arms around his neck. “It’ll be like old times. Before we had kids and you used to sneak into my room.” She kissed his jaw. “Please.”
“I need to ask Serena if it’s okay,” he said, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
“We’ll be at my place, whatever you two decide.” I swung Olivia around to head to my place. “See you tomorrow.” I put my hand up in a wave.
“That’s pretty presumptuous of you to think I’m coming home with you,” Olivia pointed out once we were out of earshot.
“Nah. You and I both know it’s the truth.”
“We do?”
“Yeah. You can’t think after what happened in the bar that we’re done for the night. I have plans for you.”
She sucked in a breath and shuddered against me. “You sure know how to entice a lady.”
I laughed. “Oh, I know how to do much more than that.”
When we got to my place, I walked her upstairs without an argument because I had been right. She’d always been planning to go home with me the whole time.
The second we walked in the door, I pushed her up against the wall and kissed her. I loved how she opened up for me and let me thrust my tongue into her mouth, as if it belonged there. I continued to kiss her—sometimes gently, sometimes with more vigor—as I stripped us both.
I growled and raised one of her knees up and back toward the wall, opening her completely. I pushed two fingers into her. “Yes. Still so wet and full from me.” I slid my digits out and rubbed it against her clit.
She moaned.
“Let’s go to the bedroom.” I picked her up and carried her to the mattress, where I laid her down. “Stay right there,” I said, turning on the lamp sitting on the nightstand.
As I went over to the corner of the room to pick up the black plastic bag of stuff I had bought the other morning, I noticed she had lifted her head and was watching me. I brought my purchases over to the bed and tipped the bag over to empty it.
“What is all that?” she asked.
I held up some black rope. “This is a rope specifically made for tying someone up. It’s made of satin, so it won’t scratch the skin.” I walked over to the head of the bed and picked up one of her arms. When she didn’t pull away or object, I said, “Let me demonstrate.” As I gently tied her wrist to the headboard, I asked, “Have you ever been tied up?”
She nodded. “Once.”
I paused, amazed. “Didn’t expect you to say that.” Olivia had some surprises apparently. I walked around to the other side and began working on the other arm. “Did you like it?”
“Not really.” She raised a shoulder. “But I didn’t hate it. I just didn’t care for it.”
“More indifferent?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Well, I’m going to make sure you love it.”
She laughed. “You can try.”
I laughed, too. I was going to do more than try.
I got onto the bed and straddled her upper body. I took note of how close my dick was to her face, but it wasn’t the time for that. I needed her to feel safe with me first.
I took each binding and waved the end of the rope, so she could see them. “If at any time this is too much for you and you can’t wait for me to free you, pull these, and it will release you. Okay?”
She nodded.
Seeing as she understood, I put each end in her hands and explained, “This way, you don’t have to search for them.”
I got off the bed, and I thought she made a sound of disappointment.
I smiled to myself. I was hoping she would appreciate the buildup.
I went to my pile at the end of the bed. “Also, you need a safe word in case you want me to stop or help you.”
“What’s the word?”
“What do you want it to be? It has to be something we wouldn’t say during sex. Something like food or a random object.”
She appeared to think on it. After a few seconds, she smiled. “Flynn Bass.”
I started laughing. “That’s a good one. It will definitely be a what the fuck moment if I hear you say that. Flynn Bass it is.”
I bent both of her legs as I knelt by her ass and splayed her wide.
I liked the safe word, but I needed her to understand something. “For the record, Olivia, I know I like to joke a lot and have fun, but if you ever say another man’s name while you’re in my bed, neither of us is going to be happy. While you’re here with me, you’re mine. I don’t share. Is that understood?”
I stared at her, waiting for her to answer. I needed her to know I was serious about this.
She swallowed and nodded.
I smiled. “Good.” I reached over to my pile and picked up two different items.
“What are those?” she asked.
I raised my right hand higher, so she could see better. “This one is for your clitoris. I know it’s hard for you to have an orgasm during sex because you need your clit stimulated. I want to work on your G-spot while I work your clit. The more you associate your G-spot pleasure with the pleasure you get from your clit, the more likely you can come from having sex with just my
