After ten minutes, we regained consciousness and our ability to breathe and speak. Groaning, Patrick took his weight off me, going onto all fours. He took a hold of himself and slowly starting pulling out. A small moan escaped my lips, feeling a small pain before falling back on the bed. Once he was out, he scooted down to the end of the bed sitting on the edge.

I watched as he pulled off the condom and tied the end before standing and walking over to the bin that sat by the TV cabinet. My heart jumped into my throat when he turned and looked at me. My eyes followed down his beautiful body feeling my insides stir at the sight. The burning lust in his own eyes told me he was thinking the same thing. I saw him swallow as he slowly made his way back to me.

He knelt beside me, pulling me to a seated position and latching onto my lips.

"That was..." Patrick trailed off.

"Fricking amazing," I finished for him, causing him to chuckle.

"Okay," he chortled, tucking my hair behind my ears, returning to Serious Patrick, "I like your use of words."

He kissed my cheek before delivering one on my neck. I sighed, loudly, leaning against his body for support. God, I wanted him again.

Patrick had uncovered a part of me that I didn't realize was there. It brought to the surface hidden desires. Things I wanted to try. Things I needed to try.

"Can I try something?" I asked him, his lips stopping.

"Like what?" He mumbled in my ear, lighting a fire inside of me.

"Like..."

God, I couldn't even say it.

"You can tell me," he growled against my lips, "I'm opened to ideas."

I snickered under my breath, trying to gain the courage to ask him.

"Well, you're going to need a...tie," I told him.

He pulled back, shocked. I bit my lip, my cheek burning from my confession.

"Who knew?" He muttered, rubbing my cheek, "who knew you had a kinky side?"

I couldn't help but giggle at his response, relieved that he wasn't weirded out by it. To be fair, this was new to me too. But I willing to try if he was. He scooted off the bed and went straight to his wardrobe. I sat patiently, trying to work out how I was going to do this.

"Have you done anything like this before?" Patrick asked, returning to the bed with a black tie.

I shook my head before frowning, "have you?"

His mouth dropped, not sure how to answer, "I've never been tired up."

I nodded, accepting it. He had a life before he met me. To be honest, I was glad that he had the experience.

"Are you okay with that?" He asked me, concerned.

I nodded, "yeah, I mean of course you've been with other women. I never expected you to save yourself for me."

He smiled, thankful for my understanding.

Shifting closer to him, I placed my hand to his chest, "I want to tie you up."

His brow raised as he struggled to contain his smirk. It had a clear effect on him, turning him semi-hard. He leaned in closer, and whispered just inches from my lips, "I would love that."

My heart jumped into my throat at his confession as I began to feel nervous. I decided to go with my instincts.

There was nothing that I could really tie him to considering there was no bedhead. So, taking his arms, I raised them above his head. I heard him groaned before I felt his head between my breasts, not realizing that I had put them directly in his face. Not that he seemed to mind. I wrapped his wrists in the tie, tying a knot and testing it to see if it would hold. With him still in a seated position, I slid into his lap. His erection grazed my folds in the process causing me to drop my head and groan. I couldn't do what I wanted if Patrick was distracting me. This was about him going out of his mind.

Taking him gently, I redirected his shaft so that he rested on my thigh. Patrick gave a deep chuckle, clearly amused by my way of handling him.

Taking in a deep breath, I prepared myself and allowed my animal instincts to take over. I learned in slightly opening my mouth inches away from his. Patrick leant closer to meet me but I pulled back. His brows drew together, not understanding why I wasn't giving him what he wanted.

My little game went on for five minutes, frustrating him each time. I decided to give him a little treat, tilting my head and going for his neck. A groan escaped his lips as I sucked his skin and pressed my breasts against his chest in the process. With his hands above his head, I could freely explore his body again.

I could now see the black, swirly pattern tattoo that covered his shoulder. There was another tattoo on his side. It was three Chinese symbols that went vertically down his hip. My nipples harden at the sight of him, wanting to be teased by him.

"Lie down," I ordered moving my ass from Patrick's lap, knowing that I needed to keep focused.

Using his legs, he managed to straighten himself at the top of the bed before lying himself down on the mattress. Stealing moves from him, I loomed over him, leaving only my pelvis pressing against his shaft. He groaned, and started to rub against me.

I couldn't help but giggle at his misery when I hadn't even started. Lying on top of him, I distracted him with my lips, sucking out his breath.

He grunted and bucked when I squeezed him at his base and slowly started to make my way up his length. I didn't like the way he felt, slightly sticky from his orgasm before. Scooting down to his thighs, I leaned over his shaft. Avoiding his gaze at all times, I took two of my fingers and ran them through my glisten-from-arousal folds.

Patrick groaned, whispering his Italian prayers, "oh mio padre, salvami da tuo dolce, dolce, Amore."

"Watch me, Patrick," I ordered this time, spreading my legs slightly more for my fingers.

Patrick groaned at the sight, tilting his body so that his shaft rubbed against my thighs, bringing him some relief.

Once my fingers were soaked with my juices, I placed them at his based and started to spread my arousal up his length. I had to rest on his body, as the action causing the fire to spread through me, my sex aching for more than just fingers. I tried to distract myself by kissing his abs, but couldn't help but moan as my fingers entered me again and again, dressing his shaft.

"Eliza," he moaned, clawing at the bed covers.

Kissing down his body till I was at his member and stretched along his legs. I took his tip in my mouth, tasting nothing by my own salty arousal mixed with his. Patrick's body immediately responded to me, raising his hips off the mattress, forcing me to take more. Instead, I licked my way down his silky length and took the real prize in my mouth.

"Eliza," Patrick hissed, fighting against his hold.

All I could do was moan with a full mouth, loving how my name sounded from his lips. I tried not to think too much of what I was doing and only focused on how it was effecting Patrick. And that was sending him crazy.

"Oh, I'm losing it," he moaned.

Letting go, I thought it was time to put him out of his misery. Finding a condom in his bedside table, I slid it on him. Supporting myself on his body with one hand and with the other I guarded his tip to my entrance. He groaned in relief as I slid so easily down him. Trying not to focus on how I looked, I rode him, practically bouncing on top of him.

He sat up, surprising that he was able to before putting his locked arms around me. He delivering quick pumps, making my head fall back, seeing the stars.

"Oh Angelo!" Patrick roared against my neck, making me scream, my orgasm taking over.

We fell against each other, not being able to support ourselves. Patrick pulled me closer to him, allowing me to rest my head in the crook of his neck. Our chests met with each pant as we tried to keep our breath.

After a few minutes, we regained our energy, chuckling at what had just happened. Patrick unlocked me from his embrace and I released him from his tie. Once he was free he cupped my cheeks and brought my lips to his. I knew he could taste the salt on my lips but he continued to suck and tug at them till that were swollen.

"Small rest, then we go one more time," Patrick insisted, lying down and curling me into his body.

"Okay," I sighed, closing my eyes.

"Eliza," Patrick whispered in my ear, gently shaking my shoulders.

I moaned, my eyes slowly opening to the dark room. Slowly, everything was coming back to me, my body waking up before I was. I rolled onto my back and smiled up at Patrick who loomed over me.

"Time for another round," he mumbled against my lips.

I groaned in response, nodding and clawing at his chest.

"Put your arms above your head," he ordered, climbing on top of me.

I did as he asked, not really understanding what he was doing. He took my wrists, pushed them together before wrapping the tie around them.

"What are you doing?" I frowned, finally waking up.

"A little pay back," he growled, his voice thick, his eyes burning with revengeful lust.

Already, that look caused that familiar pain between my legs to spread.

Lowing himself onto top of me, he growled against my lips, "I'm going to make this long and painful."

All I could do was moan, becoming his willing captive. He took my lips, more aggressive this time, biting at my bottom lip. I tried to keep up with him, but even that he refused. He had full control.

Something he was clearly use to.

He took one of my breasts as if he owned it. I gasped when his teeth clamped down on the small nub, my mind confused to what was pain and what was pleasure. He moved onto my other, showing it the same painful attention. Though he didn't leave the other one alone. With one of his hands, he massaged my other nipple till it was hard and made it hurt even more. With his other hand, he spread my legs.

"God, your already wet," he growled, almost shocked that I was turned on by this treatment.

My body responded to his fingers without any command from my brain. I could feel them moving inside of me before plunging deeper inside. They then hooked around, causing my legs to buck and me to cry out.

"Oh God!" I cried, whimpering as he continued to rub the stop.

I felt his thumb start to rub my swollen clit, making me stir.

"Do you like that, Angel?" Patrick growled against my hard nipple, his voice thick.

I started to pant, trying to keep from coming around his fingers.

Releasing my nipple, he sat up, massaging my tender breast with his hand while his thumb of his other, pressed harder on my clit.

"P-Pat, Patrick," I panted, "I can't hold on."

"Oh amore, you're not even close," he growled, making me moan.

Pulling out his fingers, he closed my legs before delivering bites to my thigh. I whimpered, the pain between my legs only growing. I wanted so much to be able to touch myself, just so that I could have some sort of relief from this torture.

"Move onto your belly," he growled against my butt cheek.

I nodded, clinching and managing to roll over. The new position only made everything worse. It put pressure on my tender breasts, the streets rubbed against my clit and for some reason, being in this vulnerable position was such a turn on.

Patrick's breathing immediately changed as he cupped my two cheeks, squeezing till I yelped. His hands than grazed down to my thighs, spreading them apart.

I groaned, burying my head into the pillow when he plunged into me. It wasn't gentle, just pure animal that caused me to cry into the pillow. God, I had never felt anything so good!

He delivered quick, hard thrusts, hitting the spot to send my orgasm rippling through my body. Patrick soon followed after me, collapsing on my body, smelling of both sweat mixed with his cologne.

I felt his lips on my shoulder blade before he whispered in my ear, "I think we're even."

I nodded, managing a groan. He slid off me before curling me up against his body.

"I think it's time for sleep," I told him, reaching for the covers.

"Okay, my darling," he purred, against my cheek, "You've had a big couple of weeks. You sleep and I'll be right next to you when you wake up."

I smiled, liking the sound of that.