Her cheek was touching the riding crop, and she was trembling. It was almost too much.
"This isn't your knee," she told me.
That surprised a laugh out of me. "It is not. My lap isn't a safe place for you at the moment. We'll get to that, though, I promise."
I slipped a rope over her ankle, then drew it taut.
"The more you struggle, the more these will chafe. Keep that in mind." I secured her other ankle, then moved to her wrists, binding her quickly.
I moved behind her again, leaning over her until I was flush against her back, my erection digging into her ass.
She wiggled, and I swatted one cheek lightly.
"Hold still," I ordered and slid the crop out from under her cheek.
I moved off her.
She moaned in protest, and I lightly spanked her again.
My heart tried to beat its way out of my chest as I just studied her for a long time, almost nervous to start.
She looked so beautiful like that. So perfect, tied up, bound for my use.
This was my poetry, my art, her body my canvas.
I felt giddy for what was to come.
"Do you have anything to say before I begin?" I asked her.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Cavendish," she said, arching her back.
I hummed, deep in my throat, and let the crop fly.
I started lightly, only hitting harder when I saw her reaction.
She moaned and wriggled, and I could see how wet this was making her.
I made myself stop, panting at the effort. I didn't want to overdo it, when I was still so unsure of her limits.
She arched and muttered a protest, rubbing her chest against the ramp.
I felt dizzy. I held my hand out in front of me, and it was shaking.
I'd never jumped into something so fast or carelessly before. My instincts told me she wasn't a liar, but instincts could be wrong, and for all I knew, she wasn't even on the pill.
I'd been scrupulous about protection from the time I'd become sexually active. Getting some random woman pregnant simply wasn't an option for me, as plenty of fortune hunters would have loved nothing more than to take advantage of a careless moment.
None of this had slipped my mind. It wasn't a matter of oversight. Not at all.
It was a change of heart.
My MO was evolving rapidly into something even I didn't recognize or completely understand. But I did understand something. I'd be coming inside of her bare. The thought of getting her pregnant wasn't even that alarming to me. In fact, if I was honest with myself, the idea of tying her to me in such a way was more than a little appealing.
I glanced down at my heavy erection. It was swollen to the point of painful, turning red, thick veins apparent along my shaft. I twitched, pr**cum dribbling out from my tip.
I'd never been so aroused in my life.
"I need to stop there," I told her gruffly. "I don't want you too sore to lie on your back when I take you."
More of that silence from her that I had no notion what to do with.
My attention caught on her creamy white flesh. "Fuck. I can see the liquid running down your legs." I fingered the trail of moisture on her thigh.
"We need to do a few things before I f**k you. I have a health exam on the table over there. I've been tested. All the results are clean. Do you want to see it? It's available for you. I want to bury my c**k in you bare, if you'll allow. You said you're on the pill, right?"
She nodded. "I am. I'll take your word for it. If I thought you'd lie about something like that, I wouldn't be letting you tie me up and pound the V-card out of me, now would I?"
I laughed and bent to kiss her cheek.
I pushed the ramp out from under her, letting her fall to the bed.
I freed her ankles. I gripped them, pushing her up higher on the bed. I flipped her over with just that contact, surprising the breath out of her.
This twisted her arms above her head and allowed me to spread her legs wide. I tied them like that, devouring the sight.
She was so lusciously blonde. Everywhere. She was breathtaking, her ripe body with all of its perfect alabaster skin, trembling before me.
Mine.
I claimed her with my mouth first, beginning with a chaste kiss to her lips that was nothing so much as an assertion of my will, then moving south to stake my claim on every inch of her untouched skin.
Next, I took her body with mine. I did it with ruthless skill, and the closest I'd ever come to wild abandon. I broke through her barrier and became frenzied to the point of madness.
I heard my own low, guttural moans as I took her. I'd never been loud, had always controlled my noises, but now, now, I just couldn't hold things like that back.
I never took my gaze off hers. Those pale eyes of hers both devoured me and fed me.
They swallowed me whole and kept me intact.
I felt her around me, felt her tender flesh clench, and I went insane.
I cursed silently, groaned aloud, tensed, then started heaving like a madman, hurting her I was sure, because she wasn't accustomed to an invasion like this.
And thinking of that had me losing my mind even more.
She was sobbing out her pleasure at the end, begging for release.
I kept going, rutting in her uncontrollably, driven like a fiend.
Finally, when I reached my limit, I took her to the edge. I started rubbing her cl*t relentlessly as I pounded in and out. "Come, Bianca," I commanded, my eyes eating up every detail of her passion-slackened face.
Incredibly, she obeyed. Like she was an instrument already tuned to my touch. Like she was made for me.
Because she was.
Mine.
Irreversibly. Irrevocably.
I jarred into her hard with one last brutal thrust and emptied my seed deep inside of her.
I couldn't stop kissing her as I came down from that giddy high. Her lips were lush, but that wasn't why I couldn't stop obsessing about them. It was their softness, their malleable, pulpy, trembling silkiness that had me craving, needing more.
Afterward I drew a bath, my mind reeling, racing, reconfiguring my life as I knew it.
I moved back to the bed when the bath was ready, studying her limp, sated form with vivid pleasure.
I tried to place what I was feeling. It was beyond satisfaction. More like something akin to fierce pride. She couldn't know it yet, but this beautiful creature had sealed her fate in that bed.
I wasn't letting her go. She was skittish, but I wouldn't let that daunt me.
It wasn't a question of if anymore, not after that. I'd be keeping her. Now it was just a question of how.