She believed he wouldn’t take her too far, wouldn’t give her more than she could handle. It was trust that had connected them as children, and it linked them now, more intimately than she’d ever bonded with another person. Her entire body followed his movements, shivering with the rapid gusts of his breaths and giving beneath the drive of his strikes.
It was trust that aroused her pleasure, igniting heat between her legs and damping her inner thighs. He was hurting her to remind her that she trusted him with her whole heart.
He dropped the cane and pressed his chest against her back, soothing her with shushing noises. She melted against him, rolling her head back on his broad shoulder and savoring the heat of his body.
His lips glided along her jaw with caressing licks, his fingers sliding between her legs, stroking and working her into a panting, hungry animal. She ground her sore ass against the opening of his jeans, sending bites of pleasure and pain through her body.
He ran his palms over the backs of her thighs, rubbing the hurt there, tracing the creases between her legs and butt. He groaned as he dragged an invasive stroke up the crack of her ass. Then he released her shackles.
Carrying her to the bed, he chained her hands to the headboard and removed his jeans.
He didn’t make her wait when he settled between her thighs and notched his cock against her pussy. The instant he claimed her mouth with his, he thrust.
Pleasure lifted her off the bed as he hit deep with long, stroking stabs, shoving a moan from her throat. With his elbows braced on either side of her head and his biceps the size of her thighs, he moved his cock inside her, never looking away.
“Love you,” he mouthed.
“Love you.” She pulled her arms against the chains, aching to touch him.
Eyes burning bright with the ferocity of his love, he reached a hand over her head and laced his fingers with hers.
He’d finally captured her, enchained her, and she never wanted to escape.