everything we wanted to say was there in the silence. We loved one another. We needed to be together. We were fools for letting such a stupid thing ever tear us apart.
Max swept me into his arms and into a kiss that I felt all the way down to my toes. I stood on tiptoe, wrapped up in him, our tongues dancing as we tasted one another, melting together in that moment, until I wasn’t sure where I ended and he began.
The clerk behind us cleared his throat, and we finally broke apart, Max still holding me tightly.
“The ring, Sir?”
“I’ll come back for it,” he said, and scooped me off my feet and into his arms.
I screeched and threw my arms around his neck, letting him carry me through the store, like something out of an old movie.
I was Max’s, and he was mine.
All the rest was just details…
***
Max
It was like something out of a dream.
Lucy was here—my love, my beautiful girl—and she was all mine once more. I’d thought about this moment for so long, and now that it was here, and she was in my bed, her hands tied to the posts, her eyes covered by my silk tie, submitting to me once more, it was more incredible than I ever could have imagined.
She whimpered prettily as I checked the ties, making sure she was comfortable, but secure, then ran my fingertips slowly over her wrists, then arms, and then down to the gorgeous swells of her breasts. I kneaded them, loving the way her pink little nipples hardened beneath my touch.
My cock stiffened almost painfully as I took my time, savoring her body like a fine wine. I leaned down and tasted her, drawing on each nipple until I felt her shiver beneath me, heard her moan above me with her soft, red lips.
I kissed my way down her body, slowly, achingly slowly, the strength of my need for her making me want to plunge inside of her and fuck her raw right then and there, but the rest of me wanting to draw the moment out as long as possible… to make Lucy beg for me inside of her.
By the time I was between her legs, lapping and suckling, drinking her delicious nectar as she writhed beneath me, she pulled on her restraints, her thighs tensing.
“Please!”
I ignored her, tongue-fucking her sweet little hole again and again, loving the way she coated my mouth with her sweetness.
“Master… please….”
“Please, what?”
I looked up at her and grinned, watching her bite her lip in a way that made my cock twitch against the duvet.
“Please… fuck me…”
“I’m sorry,” I said, licking along her slit until she trembled in my arms. “I didn’t quite hear you.”
“Please! Fuck me, Master! Please fuck me !”
“Ohhh,” I said, smiling from ear to ear. “You want me to fuck you?”
Lucy pulled at her restraints again, practically growling in frustration.
“Yes! Please! Please…”
I couldn’t restrain myself any longer—couldn’t deny us what we both so desperately needed. I sat up, lining my rock-hard cock up against her, then slammed inside her up to the hilt in one, rough thrust.
She moaned like a wild thing, opening wide for me as I filled her up, my eyes rolling back as I felt that tight, beautiful pussy gripping me like a vice.
“Fuck yes,” I groaned. “Oh, God, Lucy, you feel amazing…”
She mewled beneath me as I began to fuck her hard, unwilling to hold back, even for one second, everything I had to give to this incredible woman. I pumped her hard, pounding her as I pressed her knees back wide, grinding my pubic bone against her clit with each thrust. She shivered beneath me, moaning wildly as we fucked, our rhythm frantic, the lust in the air a palpable thing.
“I need you,” I gasped as I thrust again and again into that perfect little body of hers. “God, I need you, little girl.”
“I need you, too,” she said, tears rolling down her cheeks beneath her blindfold. “I need you, Max.”
I kissed her hard, claiming her, even as I felt her coming apart beneath me, her pussy squeezing