For a long time we lay there with him buried deep inside me.

"Shh." He wiped tears from my eyes. Tears I didn't even know I was crying. "Did I hurt you, baby?" His concern just made it worse.

"No." I gave him just a touch of my smile. "That was beautiful." He had no idea I was talking about him, but I was.

He tipped his head until his forehead touched mine. "You're beautiful, Jaycee. So damn fucking beautiful."

He pretty much took the words out of my mouth and my smile grew.

"When can we do it again?" I wanted to already. I wanted to keep this connection with him so badly.

His chuckle preceded a kiss to my nose. "You're gonna be sore, so we should wait."

"I've waited so long, Reed. I want you again."

I could tell he wanted me again too because I could feel him growing inside of me. He took ahold of my hair and moved my face to the side so he had access to my neck.

"I hope you don't mind love bites because I've marked you, baby, and I plan on marking you some more."

"I'll kill you later."

He laughed against my skin before sucking. The shock went straight to my clit and I bucked my hips. He was pure evil, because he pressed into me hard, keeping me from moving, but he didn't stop his torture of my neck and shoulder. I pushed against his immoveable body and he used his teeth harder knowing what I needed.

"Will you let me try something?" he asked between nips.

"God, you can try anything, just please stop torturing me."

He laughed again, but it turned into a moan when I tightened my internal muscles. It was good to know I could tease him too.

He lifted his chest, putting more pressure on my pelvis with his as he reached into the drawer beside the bed and took something out. I figured it was another condom, but I was too busy leaning up and biting on the skin below his nipple to look.

What's fair is fair.

I was half right. He did remove another condom, but then I felt something cool slide around my wrist. I looked up. The roll of tape was red, but, strange, more like latex.

"It's bondage tape. I'll stop if you want me to."

My entire body zinged, and for just a second, I went back to my thoughts from that first night about why he tied me up, which made me smile. He had no idea that I'd also dreamed about him tying me to that chair. When it happened, I was scared to death, but I couldn't help where my mind went each night when fear was no longer a factor.

"Don't stop."

The look he gave me was visceral, his eyes going all glassy again. He continued wrapping, but was so careful that it wasn't too tight. He secured my hand to the brass rails of the headboard, leaving about six inches of tape between the rail and me. The torturous glide of his cock slowly leaving me had my free hand digging into his shoulder. He rolled us to the side until I lay on my stomach.

Oh shit, now I felt insecure.

He swiped my hair to the side and kissed my temple. "I'll release you at any time; just tell me. You look so sexy this way." He started looping the tape around my other wrist and quickly had it secured.

"Lift your legs, baby." He helped me so my knees, which were nothing more than jelly, forcing my ass into the air.

So not good.

His fingers found my clit and began moving in tight circles.

So fucking wonderful.

"Reed," I said on a half-cry, half-scream.

"This will feel so good, but I need you to hold that pose while I dispose of this condom."

I knew I would panic if he moved off the bed. My ass in the air made me feel too vulnerable. "No. Don't you dare leave me like this."

"Are your hands okay? Do you want them untied?"

"No, just-just don't walk away from me, please."

"Shh, okay." He started rubbing my spine with one hand while his other returned to my clit.

He moved behind me and I think I could hear the sound of him removing the condom, but I wasn't sure. He didn't leave the bed and I gave a sigh of relief and then a groan of pleasure. His fingers felt so damn good.

The hand at my back reached around and enveloped my breast, moving until he pinched my nipple and received a startled yelp. He rubbed away the slight pain then pinched my clit.

Oh, God, sensation traveled between the two points. One aching with sharper pain, one dull with after pain. He squeezed my nipple again, moved to the other breast, and did the same. Then he was working my clit. He changed the pattern and I wanted to scream, but moaned loudly instead. Just those three points brought me to a sharp, incredible orgasm as my hips moved against his hand.

"That's it, baby. Give me your pleasure." His pinches grew harder and my body sizzled, each touch taking me farther over the precipice.

One of his legs came up beside me, his knee pressing against my side. I felt his cock at my entrance, pushing against the swollen flesh. I wanted it so badly, but I was sore. His hands surrounded both my breasts and this time he pinched my nipples at the same time. I cried out and he pushed in. One long glide. He didn't stop there. He pulled almost completely out then pushed in again while his fingers tightened on my nipples.

It hurt so damn good.

"I can't hold back, baby." He started pumping into me, the front of his thigh slamming into the back of mine, his other leg giving him balance. I won't lie- it hurt, but it was like no other pain on earth. The perfect pain, so exquisitely perfect. I loved it and wanted more. Even with my hands secured, I could move my hips back against his thrusts. I could feel his hot breath against my back, his muscles against my flesh. My pussy tightened again, moving closer to another explosion.

"Give it to me, baby. I want it all."

The burst of sensation blasted from my center, traveling out, reaching the tips of my fingers and toes. Reed thrust forward again and the telling throb of his release joined mine. I was barely aware when he unraveled the tape from my hands and massaged my wrists. He also pulled my knees from under me, half laying his body on mine. I couldn't move and the feel of him at my back was deliciously comforting.

I dozed, but had no idea how long. Kisses on my back woke me up.