My eyes flutter open to discover the room itself has gone dark. I glance at the clock on the bedside table, and I’m shocked to discover it’s an hour later than it was when I came in here. An hour. My God…
Flynn is snuggled up to me, his front to my back, his arm around me, my arms untied from the ribbon. He kisses my shoulder. “Welcome back, sweetheart.”
“What happened?”
“You came so hard, you passed out.”
“That’s a thing? That can happen?”
“Yeah, baby. It happens.”
“How long was I out?”
“Only a few minutes. I was right here with you the whole time, making sure you were okay.”
“Wow.”
I cover the arm he has around me with my hand. “Did you…”
“Oh yeah. Big-time.”
Shifting to find a more comfortable position, I discover the balls are still in place, and I groan.
“What’s wrong?”
“The balls…”
“I knew I forgot something.”
I elbow his belly because he never forgets anything.
Nuzzling my neck, he says, “I wanted you fully awake and aware when they come out.”
“You’re just too good to me.”
He cups my breast and squeezes my sore nipple gently between his fingers. “You did so great, Nat. You gave yourself over to me. You gave me your trust and your desire. You gave me everything. It means so much to me to receive those things from you and to know you love me.”
His words of praise and approval go straight to my heart. “I do. I love you so much.”
“I love you more.”
“No way.”
“You just have to accept it.”
“Never.”
His low chuckle makes me smile.
“Did we really just have sex for an hour?”
“Yep.”
“Damn, you weren’t kidding when you said you know how to draw it out and make it last.”
“But the ending…”
“The ending was spectacular, as promised.”
“Glad you think so. Tell me more about how it was for you. I want to know everything.” As he speaks, he runs his fingers through my hair, which calms and soothes me. Gone is the Dom, and in his place is the tender lover who has initiated me into a decadent life of sensual extremes.
“The clamps hurt more than I expected them to.”
“I was surprised you chose them when you could’ve picked anything.”
“I was curious about them after seeing them used at the club the other night. I can’t imagine the clit clamp, though. That just went on my list of hard limits.”
“Fair enough.”
“I chose the candle because I thought you’d only use it for atmosphere.”
Laughing softly, he says, “A common rookie error—underestimating the imagination of your Dom.”
“I’m learning that’s a bad idea where you’re concerned.”
“My imagination knows no limits, especially when I get to play with you. What did you think of the wax?”
“I couldn’t believe that it was actually arousing to have hot wax spilled on my body. I wouldn’t have thought I’d like that.”
“Everything once…”
“…twice if we like it.”
“So we liked the wax?”
“We did. The ice was a bit much, though.”
“Fastest way to get rid of the wax. Hot and cold play often go hand in hand. The two extremes make for a heady experience.”
“If I wanted to do that to you sometime, would you let me?”
“Which part?”
“The hot and cold.”
“I might be willing to cede control, but only temporarily.”
“Ohhh… In that case, I want the cock ring in the mix, too.”
He releases a low groan. “That can be arranged. What did you think of the ribbon and having your arms bound?”
“I liked it and the way it forced me to give over control to you.”
“I liked that, too.”
There’s something else I want to tell him. I just hope I can find the right words. “I was thinking…”
“About what?”
“I love that what we do together is nothing at all like what happened to me so long ago. It’s not even remotely similar.”
“I’m so glad to hear you say that.”
“Feels like an epiphany of sorts to realize one has nothing at all to do with the other.”
“No, it doesn’t.” He nuzzles my shoulder. “You want to get rid of those balls?”
“Any time now.”
He begins slowly, tugging on the string with one hand and stroking my bottom with the other as the largest ball pops free, leaving me gasping and sweaty. The others come easier, but he takes his time, drawing out the removal for maximum effect. By the time he drops them on the floor next to the bed, I’m hot and bothered and on the verge of yet another orgasm.
“Flynn…”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I want to come.”
His low growl is the only warning I have before he rolls me onto my back and buries his face between my legs. It takes three strokes of his tongue to finish me off.
I open my eyes to him looking down at me with a goofy smile on his face.
“Why are you smiling like that?”
“Because I love you. I love that you just asked me to make you come. I love having you here in this place that I love and knowing we have days and days to spend together with no one and nothing to bother us.”
“Don’t you mean days to spend naked together?”
He drops his head to my chest. “Mmm.”
I run my fingers through his hair, loving the silky feel of it. “You’ve actually brought me here to make me your sex slave, haven’t you?”