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  “I wanted whatever made Lydia the happiest. Always do.” I rubbed the stem of my glass between my fingers. “Vince is straight, but we were friends. Still are, all of us.”

  “So,” Ian said. “I guess what’s next is you and me figure out our shit, and if we’re still here in a couple of months, all of us talk about the future?”

  Give us the time to get over this bump and make sure there weren’t others. “I think that’s an ideal plan.”

  “So do I.” Lydia stood and grabbed her plate. “I’ll clean this up, then head out. Why don’t you guys go watch TV or something?”

  Very much a dismissal. We both stood, but Ian followed Lydia to the sink. When she put her plate and glass down, Ian muttered something low, and Lydia turned. A smile, then she wrapped Ian in a hug, before pulling back and patting him on the cheek. She spoke as well, but again, I couldn’t make out the words.

  My heart soared. I picked up the remaining plates and glasses and took them to the sink.

  “Netflix and chill?” I said to Ian.

  He got a wicked grin. “Sure.”

  I guessed that when we hit the couch, we’d figure out how much of a euphemism that was.

  “Holy hell,” Ian said. “This couch is huge!”

  I fought back a laugh. “Yeah, well. Sometimes you want furniture that holds a bit more than two.”

  “This would hold an orgy of people.” His hand lingered over the back cushions. He hadn’t walked around either of the ends of the L-shaped sectional to sit. “Have you had an orgy on this?”

  “Here? Nope.” I gave him a wicked grin and waited to see if he’d ask whether I’d had an orgy at all. Which I’d had back when I was younger. It’d been a horrible disaster, but hey, it was a checkbox on a sex quiz somewhere.

  Ian swallowed, stroked the couch, and didn’t say a word. I rounded one end and took a seat. “Simon says, ‘get your ass over here and sit down, Ian.’” I patted the cushion next to me.

  His eyes widened, but he did as I’d said and planted himself beside me. “Isn’t this backward?” He gestured between the two of us. “Usually I’m the one giving orders.”

  “Mm-hmm.” I cupped my hand around the back of Ian’s neck and drew him close. He seemed off balance, his lips parted and cheeks tinged, whether with wine or desire. Didn’t matter. “So here’s the thing, Ian. Tonight, I’m going to say and you’re going to do.”

  “Simon says.”

  “Exactly.” I pressed my thumb lightly against his throat. “I fucking love surrendering. Being submissive. But only in bed. Not all the time, and certainly not after you’ve been a jackass.” I didn’t give him time to answer before I kissed him the same way he’d kissed me so many times—forcefully and demanding, opening him with my lips and tongue.

  Ian melted against me and I pulled him closer and tighter, until he straddled my legs, and every breath was a moan. I let him go, but only inches.

  His pupils were huge. “I— Si—” Fear there, though he’d been content to be manhandled and kissed.

  He seemed to need room, so I shifted back. “Not something you’re into?”

  “I don’t—can’t—bottom.” It came out as a whisper.

  Was that all? I exhaled a laugh. “I don’t need to put my dick in your ass to be in charge.”

  It was like that concept had never passed through his mind. Ian blinked, then blinked again, then focused on me. “What?”

  The kiss I gave him was long and hard. Then, I nipped his jaw before I whispered in his ear. “I don’t need to fuck your hole to tie you up, gag you, and make you come.”

  He shivered in my arms. “Oh.” It came out as a sexy sigh. “I’ve only ever been—” His breath caught. I could guess the rest, though. Bad experience with anal while being dominated. Happened a lot.

  “Do you trust me?” I slackened my grip on Ian. “I want to turn you inside out—and I think you’ll enjoy this.”

  Ian pulled back enough to look me in the eyes. He traced the contour of my face with his fingers. “After what I’ve put you through, I owe it to you to trust you.”

  “You can always say no.”

  His expression turned rueful. “I know that, Si. Yes. The answer’s yes. Take me upstairs and do whatever you want with me—that doesn’t involve me taking it up the ass.”

  Well, that was pretty explicit consent, with pretty explicit limits. I chuckled. “Cock in your mouth fine?” Yeah, he’d gone down on me before, but I hadn’t been the one in control then.

  “Oh God, yeah. I love giving head.”

  “Good. We’ll start there.” I tightened my grip on Ian and stood. He yelped and clung to me, wrapping arms and legs around my body.

  Nice side-effect of hauling boxes full of paper? They were heavy and gave my arms a good workout. Ian wasn’t a burden as I walked from the living room and headed for the stairs. I caught a glimpse of Lydia in the hallway and she gave me a thumbs-up before slipping through the front door. Or maybe that was for Ian, because I felt him laugh and relax.

  A quick climb of the stairs and into the guest bedroom, and I dumped him on the bed. He was flushed and out of breath and sporting quite the bulge in his jeans. “No one’s ever carried me anywhere before.”

  I stood over him and smiled. “Simon says, ‘Lose the shirt and jeans.’”

  A gulp that bobbled his Adam’s apple, then he was shucking his clothes. I hovered too close for him to stand, but he managed fine, shimmying off his pants until they were pooled around my feet. He tossed his shirt off the side of the bed.

  “Sandals, too.”

  Ian kicked those off. All that was left were his nice white briefs, tented big-time by his hard-on. Part of the tattoo on his stomach curled under the waistband, just waiting to be exposed. Heat raced through me. Ian was on his back, half-propped up on his elbows. I crooked my finger and beckoned him to sitting. When he sat up, he was an inch away from me and at exactly the right height to stare at my belt buckle.

  I took my time undoing the belt. My turn for a little fun. Ian’s turn to give himself to me. To finally trust me for a change.

  “I’m still a tiny bit pissed at you.” Turned on at the moment, sure, but fuck—two weeks of his avoidance shit, when all he’d needed to do was talk to me? I slid the belt free from my pants.

  His voice was a whisper. “I guess ‘I’m sorry’ isn’t going to cut it?”

  I tipped his chin up with my free hand and savored his shiver. “Not entirely.” I fingered the belt, let Ian go, and stepped back. “Stand up and turn around.”

  A flash of fear, but Ian rose and turned.

  Lovely. I could get used to this. I nipped the nape of his neck, not hard, but enough to make him shudder and groan. “You’re delicious.” He was too. All worry and willingness. I took his wrists, crossed them over each other, and used my belt to tie them together.

  “Oh, God.” A moan of pleasure.

  As I suspected—Ian was enjoying this flipping of the tables. Probably as much as I was. I rotated him around again. “Sit.”

  He did, and every line of his body quivered. His dark eyes stood out from his flushed face. Took me only a second to undo my jeans and free my dick.

  I wanted his mouth on me and his groans in my ears as I fucked his throat.

  Ian let out a happy sigh. Didn’t bother telling him to suck my cock—he didn’t deserve the order. I cupped his chin and forced the head of my dick between his pouting lips.

  Took all my concentration to remain standing when Ian opened himself like a pro and went to town. Holy hell, Ian did like giving head, and he fucking excelled at it. I moaned and his hot mouth and talented tongue took me places I’d never been to before. I curled my fingers into Ian’s hair and pressed in deeper. “I should have had you on your knees that first night.”

  Ian’s groan vibrated my shaft.

  “Like that, huh?” I held his head still and fucked his face. “I’ll wait until it’s rainy and dark, and this time I’ll let Officer Merrick catc
h us with my cock down your throat.” I slid in deep and damned if Ian didn’t let me. No gag reflex. “Just like this.”

  Groans and whimpers and tremors as I thrust in repeatedly. When I finally pulled out all the way, Ian licked his lips, his eyes watery. “Yes, please.”

  I wiped away the tear that slipped down his cheek, and slid my dick between his lips again.

  So fucking good. At this rate, I’d come hard and fast, and this wasn’t how I wanted to get off. I had plans for Ian tonight. Retribution. Absolution. So, after a few moments of Ian mouthing and licking my shaft, I stepped back.

  A spot on the front of his white briefs was translucent where his cockhead was straining against them. All of Ian struggled forward, for my cock, for my orders, for me.

  Thank God Lydia had found him and he’d gotten his head on straight.

  This time, I knelt, but only long enough to pull his underwear off. They joined his jeans at the foot of the bed.

  “Simon says”—I reached around him and freed his wrists—“get on your back with your hands at the headboard.”

  Ian rubbed his wrists for a second, then scooted his butt up the bed and splayed himself out as ordered. “I really want to make you come, Si,” he said. “Tell me what to do!”

  “Oh, Ian.” I pressed a finger to his lips. “I did. I will.” His breath was warm and ragged.

  What I needed next was in the nightstand. I pulled out the ball gag and let it dangle from my fingers. “Remember when I said I had a complicated relationship with gags?”

  Ian nodded, flushed from his chest up. His eyes never left the gag.

  “It fucking turns me on hard to gag someone else, way more than it does to be gagged.”

  He squirmed on the bed. “So—”

  I pushed the ball between Ian’s lips. “So, Simon says, ‘Shut the fuck up.’” I buckled the gag down and Ian groaned.

  Yeah, someone liked being gagged too. I stroked myself as Ian shivered and swallowed. His dick bobbed against his stomach. Next, I pulled out the cuffs he’d used on me, and in no time had him trussed up to the headboard. Nice. So nice. Mr. I’m-Dominant all owned by subby me. I trailed fingers down his chest and abs. He kicked his legs and struggled against his bonds.

  “Is someone ticklish?” I tapped my fingers against the side of his torso and he let out a high-pitched whine.

  I couldn’t help the evilness of my chuckle, or running my nails over his skin, tracing the ink over his stomach, until he was twisting and rolling on the bed, held down only by his wrists. He glared at me.

  I kissed his forehead. “You wiggle too much.”

  Even though he was gagged, I got the distinct impression his two grunts very much meant Fuck you.

  “Later,” I murmured. “Right after I do something about your legs.” I took out another set of cuffs from the drawer.

  Ian’s groan was long and low, but he let me shackle his ankles. His eyes did get a little wide when I pulled out the rope that was always attached to the bottom of the bed frame.

  “Told you I’m not always a sub. I’m prepared for switching.” I pulled his legs over and tied them down spread-eagle to the bed. Heat blazed through me when I stood and inspected my handiwork.

  Ian had pressed his head against the pillow and closed his eyes. Deep breaths. Quaking body. Perfect. I ran a hand up his leg and cupped his balls. He pulled against all the cuffs, throaty deep moans pouring from beneath the gag, and I imagined there was a staccato refrain of fuck, fuck, fuck running through his head.

  “Different when you’re not in the driver’s seat, huh?” But he was hard and flushed and while he might dislike aspects of this, he’d given me no sign he wanted me to stop.

  When he peeled open his eyes, he managed a shrug of sorts, and relaxed completely into the mattress with a soft grunt.

  I’d never seen Ian so placid or trusting as in that moment.

  Finally. Finally. Every nerve in my body sang and I was so damn turned on. “Watch me.”

  Ian’s gaze never left my body as I painstakingly unbuttoned each button on my shirt, then stripped the fabric off my torso. He muttered something against his gag, and I tossed the shirt over him and onto the chair on the far side of the room. My jeans and underwear followed and I stroked myself while inspecting Ian, a mirror of the first time he’d fucked me.

  He must have remembered that as well, because he tensed—not much—but enough. “Trust, Ian.” I drew circles on his foot with my finger and he curled and flexed, trying to get away from me. “I’ll torment you.” I repeated the circles on the other side. “I’ll make you moan and struggle and curse at me.” I found his ticklish spots again. He thrashed against the mattress, the whine back, his voice louder.

  “But I won’t do anything you ask me not to.” This time I cupped his balls and bent down to take the tip of his dick into my mouth.

  His deep groan of pleasure nearly had me coming on his thigh. I’d done this to him—turned him into a whimpering mess—and he’d let me. To see him helpless—his mouth spread around the gag, limbs bound and stretched—sent my pulse high. I wanted to devour him, ride him, and make him come so hard he forgot his own name.

  When I stood, there were tears in Ian’s eyes . . . and something profound. Not fear. Not desire, though that was written into every twitch of his body.

  Trust. Surrender. Love.

  God, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this man.

  I got a condom and lube out of the drawer, rolled the first down Ian’s cock and used the second to slick him—and myself. Then, I straddled him and gazed down into those deep, dark eyes. “Thing is, I love your cock up my ass. So, I have no problems fucking myself on you until you can’t see straight.”

  When I sank down, Ian’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. His exhale around and through the gag was one long deep sound of pure lust.

  I loved having him inside me, stretching me, hitting me exactly right. A little pain, but so much pleasure. I pulled that same sound out of Ian each time I rose up and slid down, taking him deeper until his thighs met my ass, and he arched his back and attempted to thrust deeper into me.

  “God,” I murmured, and closed my eyes, savoring the moment—Ian tied down and buried in me, unable to take what he wanted. He was mine. “I fucking love your cock.”

  He grunted appreciatively, but that turned into a whimper when I started to ride him in earnest, taking my own pleasure from him. I found his pecs and thumbed his nipples. Stroked my cock to the sounds he made. Ian shook and thrashed beneath me, and I loved every second of owning his body and mind. Heat raced through me and I fought against the rising tide of my desire.

  I knew he was close when his moans grew deeper and more guttural. I wasn’t far behind, the fire in my blood rising and rising, ready to burn through me until there was nothing left. I fucked Ian’s cock, ramming him into me as I beat myself off. Part of me wanted him to come first, but I also knew he’d lose it when I shot all over him. Didn’t matter—only that I’d be the one making him come.

  In the end, I broke first. One moment I was riding Ian and jacking off, and the next I was yelling his name and shooting jizz all over his chest and throat. He shook beneath me, eyes wide, then he screwed them tight as he moaned and yelled around the gag, thrusting and twisting until he whimpered and stilled. There were tears in his eyes and semen on his chin.

  A come-soaked Ian had to be the most glorious sight I’d seen in a long time.

  When I could breathe, I rose, stripped the condom off him and found some tissues to clean my hands.

  I left my jizz on Ian’s chest and chin. I liked it there. Hell, I loved seeing him well fucked and still helpless, all bound up on the bed. I contemplated leaving him like that—a last touch of punishment—but that seemed unfair, so I removed the gag. I left him tied down while I kissed him, though.

  Didn’t have to give him all freedoms back at once.

  He devoured my mouth as ravenously as I kissed him. If we bot
h hadn’t just come, we’d have probably been hard by the time we came up for air.

  “That,” he said, “was something else.”

  “Did you like it?”

  “I hated it. I loved it. Please tie me up and fuck me again.”

  I chuckled. “As often as you like.”

  He leaned his head on the pillow. “And you’ve given me so many ideas for the next time I fuck you.”

  I took my sweet time kissing him, drinking down his lips and tongue before I whispered against his lips, “As often as you like.”

  He sighed and his limbs went slack. “Oh God, Si. I love you so much.”

  This time, I knew he spoke the truth. “I love you too.”

  We kissed and nipped and Ian fought against me and the cuffs a little longer, until we were both high on each other and totally exhausted. Eventually, I untied him and took the cuffs off. After we both cleaned ourselves up, we slid under the covers.

  Ian wrapped shaky arms around me. “Do you forgive me?”

  His cheek was hot against my palm and my heart tumbled over and over. “Yes, of course.” I found his lips and pressed a finger against them. “But next time, talk to me, Ian. Don’t run.”

  “I won’t. I promise.”

  His words were like glittering gold in the dark. I sighed against him, warm inside and out. “Good.” So good.

  I woke up to the slight scent of coffee and the beautiful sight of Simon sleeping next to me. All the worry, all the pain of the past two weeks was gone. I wasn’t an afterthought, nor a fling. No idea if we’d make it to forever, but that option shone through our lives now.

  Simon Derry was in love with me.

  He was also out like a light. “Si?”

  No response. I shifted in the bed, but Simon didn’t wake. He was breathing deeply, and utterly relaxed. While I wanted to curl up next to him, other physical needs motivated me to get out of bed. Simon snuggled deeper under the covers.

  Sadly, I was completely awake by the time I exited the bathroom. I didn’t want to wake Si, so I snuck out of the room and headed down to the kitchen in search of the source of the lovely brewed coffee smell.