Pieces of Him (22 page)

“Max.”

“Now, do you want to use these on me, baby, or do you want me to use them on you?”

“I …”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to use them on me.”

“That’s what I thought.” I tuck the cuffs into the waist of my jeans, and without any words, I grab her shirt and lift it up and over her head. Her bra is next to go, and when it hits the floor, her first reaction is to cover her breasts.

“Don’t,” I command with a shake of my head. “Don’t hide from me. I like you just like this.”

Her hands fall to her sides, her breath coming in quicker, shorter puffs. For some reason, I get off on the fact that she’s nervous. I can tell she’s never done this before and what it cost her to initiate this. She trusted me with this, and I’m going to enjoy every single minute of it.

“Get on the bed, Emelia, hands up and over your head.” She nods, hesitantly then does as I ask, getting in position for me. While she does that, I take care of removing my own shirt then I head to my dresser opening the drawer where I keep all my junk and find what I’m looking for. She looks beautiful splayed out on my bed, her naked chest heaving up and down. The anticipation is starting to get to her so she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Without a word, I pull the cuffs out and make quick work of securing them on her wrists.

“Keep your hands up here,” I tell her, watching how her chest expands at my command. I know she enjoys when I take control, but I’m beginning to think she actually loves it. I use the small rope I pulled out of my drawer to tie a knot around the cuffs then I tie the other end to one of the slats on my headboard. Standing up, I take her in, admiring my handiwork, the sight of her completely at my mercy.

“Fuck. I like you like this,” I half growl.

She squirms a bit, and I watch with fascination as she tries to get some relief by squeezing her thighs together.

She wanted different, so I’m going to give it to her. I’m about to introduce her to a whole other side of me. With just the tip of my finger, I glide my way down from her collarbone to her bellybutton.

“Are you nice and wet for me, baby?” Her whimper makes my already stiff cock rock hard. “We might have to invest in some more toys. I’d like to do a lot of things to you when you’re all tied up like this for me.”

Moving to the foot of the bed, I put one knee on the mattress and with a tug pull off both her jeans and panties. Once I’ve thrown them on the floor, I spread her legs wide open and absorb the sight of her very wet pussy.

“Oh yeah, you’re soaked.” I throw in commentary because I’m an asshole, and I’m enjoying this a little too much. She moans as I run my finger up and down then circle her swollen clit.

“Oh, God.” She whimpers, her hips begin to move, riding my finger as I rub, circle, and tease her there. I get off on watching her, seeing how with just one finger I can drive her wild. With a little more pressure, she’s calling my name and riding out her first orgasm of the night. I keep circling as she begins to come down, and when my touch becomes too much, she closes her thighs around my hand in an attempt to make me stop.

“Max. Please, please stop. I can’t,” she cries.

I stop but only to force her legs open for me again.

“You can.” I groan right before I start all over again, this time using my mouth on her already sensitive pussy. She fights it at first, but it doesn’t take long before it starts to build up again.

“Oh, my god, Max … too much.”

She’s close, and I know just by the movement of her hips that it’s going to be big. I speed up my rhythm and use my hands to pin her hips to the bed. She begins to chant some variation of
oh god, oh god, oh god.
This tells me that I’m doing my job and she’s feeling this everywhere. With one final tug of my lips, she explodes; it’s wild, uninhibited, her body writhing through it, her sounds frantic. Fucking beautiful.

Undoing the button on my jeans, I let them fall to the ground and stroke my cock as I watch her still trying to breathe through her climax. I should give her time to recover, but I don’t. Instead, I grip her legs roughly and flip her over onto her stomach. She releases a gasp of surprise, but again, giving her no recovery time, I pull her up to her knees, head down on the mattress, and slam into her hard.

“Oh god, Max.” Her cries fuel me and motivate me to keep at her. I have no idea if this is what she had in mind when she introduced the handcuffs, but I hope to god she doesn’t think I’m a freak of nature when I’ve finished with her. I slap her ass for good measure, and I figure I’m not far off the mark when she cries out her confirmation of such.

“Yes.”

“Yeah? You like that? You like being bad for me,” I say with another smack of her ass. This is by far the hottest sex of my life; nothing has ever compared to how I’m getting off on this with her. That familiar welling of pressure begins to rise, and I know I’m fucking close. Too close, but I need to get her off one more time. Reaching around her waist, I slide my hand over her pussy and start to finger her clit … hard. Her
oh god
chant starts up again, her cuffed hands grab the sheet below her, and in moments, she’s there. Her pussy contracts, choking the life out of my cock and sending me over the edge right along with her.
Good god, if I had the energy I’d do that again
, I think as I collapse on top of her, careful not to give her too much of my weight.

“Holy shit,” Emelia slurs into the mattress, and I can’t help but chuckle as I slowly slide out of her and roll onto my back. Reaching over, I slide her hair from the mattress and onto her back so that I can see her face.

“You okay?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“You got keys for those cuffs, baby? I want to let you go before your hands go numb.”

What sounds like more slurring comes from the mattress again. “In my bag.”

“All right.” I get up, smacking her ass as I go. She lets out an exhausted mew. “Don’t go anywhere,” I tell her, being a smartass because we both know she can’t move. Bending down, I rifle through her bag until I find the key and release her. Wrapping an arm around her middle, I pull her to me and bring her to her feet.

“Come on, lazy bones, let’s take a shower.” She clings to me as I lead her into the bathroom. Maybe I should have just let her sleep it off, but I thought the shower would help loosen up her muscles in case she gets sore. Turning on the water, I let it run for a moment to adjust the temperature before I drag her in there with me.

“Was that enough of a celebration for you?” she asks as we lather each other up with soap. Leaning down, I place a kiss on her forehead.

“That was perfect, baby. You did well.”

Her arms wrap around me, and she leans into me as if she wants to melt into me, become one person.

“Hey,” I call, tipping her chin up so that our gazes lock.

“Yeah?”

Something comes over me, a moment of clarity maybe. I know how I feel about her, I know what having her means to me, and I need her to know it. I decide to throw caution to the wind and fuck it all.

“I love you,” I tell her feeling my stomach drop as the words leave my mouth.

“You do?” She beams at me, looking both happy and surprised.

“I fucking do.”

“I fucking love you too,” she replies, and I can’t help but laugh at how adorable she is. But when I’m through with the humor, I realize the intensity of the moment; it begins to sink in that this is probably the first time I’ve ever heard anyone tell me that they loved me. And besides Xander, it’s the first time I’ve ever felt the emotion… really felt it. Not like it was with Keri, like the fondness I had for her—this is completely different.

With a stroke to her cheek and another kiss on the forehead, I give her the simple version of how I feel. “I’m glad you love me.”

“Prove it.”

“How can I prove it to you?”

“Take me to bed and let me sleep for at least five hours,” she says with a grin. With that, I turn the water off, grab a towel, and wrap it around her after helping her out of the shower. I wrap a towel around my waist and pull her into the bedroom. Stopping at my dresser, I pull out a t-shirt for her and help her get it over her head. She walks to the bed, pulling her arms through the sleeves, and crawls onto the mattress. By the time I have my boxers on and get in with her, I think she’s already out of it. I realize I’m wrong when she slides over and curls into me; her arm goes around me and one of her legs intertwines with mine.

“I’m so glad you love me too,” she mumbles before she drifts off. It seems that in the course of one day, I’ve managed to secure a future for myself. I’ve obtained what I hope to be financial security, a woman who loves me, and the most amazing son. What more could I possibly ask for, when all of a sudden I’ve gone from having nothing meaningful to having everything. For a man like me who grew up the way I did to have achieved this much is not a normal outcome. When I finally fall asleep, I do it thinking that I’ll never take any of this for granted. I’ll never forget just how lucky I am and what I had to go through to get here.

Max~

“Say Dada,” I whisper into Xander’s ear while I rock him in his chair.

“Da,” he replies, making me chuckle.

“Good job, buddy. Close enough.” I place a kiss on his forehead before I get up and lay him down in his crib. He sucks on his pacifier and burrows into the mattress with his favorite stuffed animal. Every time he does that, I want to pick him up, kiss him, and squeeze the shit out of him. Every. Single. Time. The kid knows how to melt me; he doesn’t even have to try. I stroke his little cheek before turning on the classical music lullaby CD Emelia bought him.

“Good night, little man.”

Mrs. Park is on my couch watching the latest Lifetime movie when I walk out into the living room. She’s doing me the favor of watching Xander for the night while I take Emelia out. We only get to do this a few nights a month, so we like to take advantage of the time alone together when we can. The last few months have been hectic with the announcement of my partnership at work and me having more hours and responsibility, so we really use these times to connect.

“I could have put him to bed for you, you know.” She looks from the TV to me.

“I know. I like to have that time with him whenever I can.” She smiles and nods. She’s always been really good at respecting boundaries. It’s one of the reasons I’m so glad she watches Xander for me. “Do you have everything you need?” I question as I grab my keys from the end table.

“I’m fine, sweetheart. Go have a good time, and I’ll call if I need you.”

“Thanks,” I call as I leave the apartment, locking the door behind me. Walking the few steps to Emelia’s apartment makes me roll my eyes. She’s refused to move in with me until her lease expires because she feels bad about breaking her contract. Really, I think she’s still a little bit scared of something going wrong between us. I seethe as I turn her doorknob and it opens right away.

“Baby, I thought I told you to keep your door locked.”

“I just opened it for you,” she calls from somewhere in the depths of her apartment, likely the bathroom.

“Keep your door locked,” I yell back. She doesn’t reply, probably because whatever she’s said, she’s mumbled it under her breath.

“When did you become so bossy?” she asks, making an appearance in what I can only describe as the little black dress that could. I’m hard just looking at her; the fucking thing makes her legs look a mile long. The visual image that this brings on is nice … very nice, but I shake it off and grin at her.

“I’ve always been bossy, baby. Are you just figuring this out?”

“Whatever.” She glares at me and grabs her bag. Cutting the distance between us, I reach out for her, pull her to me, and bring my lips to her ear.

“You keep that up, and I’ll put you over my knee, lift up your dress, and spank you.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I’ve done it before, and I’m pretty sure you liked it.”

The glare returns. “Are you taking me on a date or pissing me off, Max?”

“If I can get away with both …”

“You can’t,” she interjects.

Smiling at her, I say, “Then I guess I’m taking my girl out.”

The deep freeze is over; she melts into me, tilts her head back, and unguardedly whispers, “I love you.”