Only Ever His
- Jun 30
- 4 min read
Updated: Jul 1
Just the Sex by Terri Pray
This story contains: her and him, contemporary romance, madly in love, couple, BDSM/kink, impact, sub/dom, ownership, bondage, rough
He makes me wait in the darkness. I squirm, but hold position. I think he enjoys the anticipation. Butter-soft leather covers my eyes. I strain to hear, to track his movements through the space of the room.
I'm naked, my arms and legs stretched out and secured to four limbs of his St. Andrew's Cross. I can stop this any time with a single word, but I don't want to. Awareness buzzes beneath my skin. The vibration quivers its way through my body, worming its way into my muscles. My breath hitches and my hands clench, nails digging into my palms hard enough that I know I might break the skin.
"Don't."
I flatten my hands out. "Yes, sir."
"You're not allowed to damage my property." He leans in, his breath brushing over the back of my neck.
Touch me. I suck on my bottom lip, releasing it with a pop. "I know, I'm sorry, sir." I need his touch, a simple brush of a finger, the trace of a nail down my spine, over the curves of my ass, down between the crack. Something. Anything. The tiny hairs rise along my forearms and I fight the whimper forming in the back of my throat.
Behind me, leather slaps against leather, and I shiver. Pinpoints of heat and need dance across my skin, teasing my nipples and clit. My heart races, and I'm losing the fight to remain silent, not to beg him to begin. The words struggle to break free from my diminishing self-control.
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