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“If you… want to try something on me, that’d be okay.”

As her words processed
through my mind, I felt like the entire fucking hallelujah choir dropped by for an impromptu performance in my living room.

I turned to her, astounded. “Are you serious?”

She shrugged, her long lashes nearly touching her cheeks as her face flushed beautifully. “Maybe… the restraints. Those look complicated. Just so you know what you’ll be doing.”

I turned more fully her way, raising my eyebrows. “So if I was to go over to that box, open that package of restraints, and meet you in the bedroom, you’d let me tie you up. Is that what you’re saying?”

She nodded. “I want you to know exactly what you’re doing.”

“Sandy, I have no idea what I’m doing. The
restraints, I can figure out. Me and you, well… that’s a completely different story.”

She brushed her curls out of her eyes. “Do you promise not to hurt me?”

In the grand scheme of things, every part of our conversation was a giant turn-on for me. But at that moment, it felt like all the blood flowing in my body went straight to my cock.

“Of course I won’t hurt you.”

“Give me a couple minutes, okay? Do you want me in my room?”

My pulse raced so fucking fast, I thought
I
was having a panic attack.

“I want you in my bed, Sandy. Go there.”

She licked her lips and nodded again, and as she walked away from the couch, I nearly ran to the box near the kitchen table.

And I stopped.

This is exactly what I promised we wouldn’t do.

Not unless
she
wanted to.

Did she expect me to tie her up… and that was it? No sex?

The mindfuck that was the last five minutes nearly had me going crazy. I opened the package, touching the fabric material. There were cuffs that, according to the picture, went around her thighs, and then attached to those were wrist cuffs.

I imagined her in front of me, ass in the air, lying on her stomach.

Fucking yes.

The velvet bag caught my eye. I searched inside, grabbing the warming KY
lube and carrying both to my room.

Sandy
was sitting on my bed, wearing nothing but her Foo Fighters t-shirt that barely covered her thighs.

“Did you read the instructions?”
she asked quietly, glancing at the cuffs in my hands. I walked to her, dropping the restraint and the KY on the bedspread.

“Are you sure about this?” I demanded, the raw need in my voice clipping my tone.

She swallowed hard and looked up at me in the soft lamplight.

“
Just make me feel good again, Jason. Please.”

CHAPTER
SEVEN

Sandy

His eyes glazed over at my words.

“Make you feel good?”
he echoed, taking an impossible step toward me.

My pulse raced.

When I’d read Carissa’s words and
seen
the shit she’d sent him, I’d never felt so jealous- or inadequate- in all of our years together. I didn’t know what had come over me at that moment; protectiveness for Jason was something I wasn’t used to.

And then, as we were running together, he’d said that I’d made him feel good, and he wanted me again.

The power that those few words had given me, knowing that Jason Brewer,
my
Jason, wanted
me
… it gave me the strength to turn to him on the couch and ask him if he wanted to tie me up.

I knew what he was capable of doing to me, and I wanted to feel it again.

“Make you feel good,” he repeated, cutting through the silence. Before I could answer, he rested his hands on my shoulders and slid his open palms down my back. My breath caught in my throat as he gathered my t-shirt at the base of my spine and slowly pulled it up and over my head.

I still wore my bra and
thong, a tiny, black lace set that I was sure would please him. His sharp breath told me that I was right.

“Please, Jason.”

When I lifted my face to his, his blue eyes darkened.

I trusted him. I trusted Jason with my life, and I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.

“Move further back on the bed.”

“Okay,” I answered in a whisper, doing as he asked.

Suddenly, he was in complete control. I could feel the shift in power, just as I had when we were chatting, and he’d told me to touch myself.

“These are thigh cuffs. They go around your upper thigh, and then your wrists go in here. Understand?”

I stared at the device with a look of confusion. It looked simple enough, but I wasn’t sure that my arms would reach my thighs comfortably. Would I have to sit up?

“Turn over and lay
on your stomach.”

On my stomach?
There was something so vulnerable about lying in that position, with him standing at the side of the bed.

I did as he
ordered.

S
tretching out and pressing my face to his pillow, I could smell him on the sheet.

T
he scent of him
used
to spark memories and familiarity. Now, it sent a fresh wave of wetness between my legs.

“
Curve your spine.
Relax
,” he coaxed. “God. You’re fucking beautiful.”

As his palm flattened over my naked back, I shivered.
His words flattered the hell out of me. Both of his hands slid slowly down my sides, resting at my hips. His thumbs kneaded into my skin, and I closed my eyes, pressing my face into his pillow.

“
Stay just like this. I’ll be right back, babe.”

I opened my eyes, watching him as he left the room.

Minutes passed as I contemplated what was to come. The change in dynamic between us, with me completely submissive and him in total control, frightened me in the most exciting way.

When he returned, I saw the tie that I’d used to blindfold him earlier
dangling from his hands. “Is this okay?” He asked softly, wrapping the silken fabric around my eyes.

As he secured a knot, he adjusted my hair.

“Sandy?”

“It’s okay,” I whispered.

I couldn’t see. I expected to be able to at least peek out the bottom of the blindfold, but he’d turned off the lamp. I could sense some light on either side of the bed, and realized that he’d lit candles. The flame flickered somewhere deep in the darkness, beyond the blindfold.

“
Lift your hips,” he said, and I jumped as his deep voice cut through the silence.

Doing as he asked, I moved to my knees, flattening my chest on the bed.

I felt his hands gripping the top of my right thigh, and I clenched inside with just his touch. The soft material of the cuff fit snug against my skin as he strapped the restraint on me. He moved onto the next thigh, and I tried to be still.

“G
ive me your hands. Turn your face and rest your cheek on the bed.”

Tentatively, I reached behind my back. He straightened my arm, and the cuff locked to my right wrist first, and then my left.

“Are you okay?”

I forced words to my throat. “Yes,” I managed.

“I… forgot to take this off.” His finger hooked in the thin band of my thong. “I have two options. I can either take off the cuffs, or rip this off of you.”

I smiled as he talked through the
problem.

Bravely, I
turned, the blindfold still firmly in place. “I said you could tie me up, Jason. I never said you could strip me.”

He made
a sound that was a mixture between a groan and a laugh. I felt his weight shift the bed, and my heart hammered against my chest when I realized that he was right behind me.

I tried to pull at my arms, but they were locked to my thighs.

“I can work with that,” he said, and I sucked in my breath as his hands flattened over my back. He slid them up my sides, so slowly, under the cups of my bra. Positioned like I was, my breasts felt heavy in his hands. Waves of pure pleasure poured over me, and I exhaled slowly.

His hips
fit against mine, and I realized that he was completely naked. His erection had shocked me in the camper; I hadn’t expected him to be as big as he was, even given all his silly bragging throughout our friendship.

His hard heat
pressed against my thigh.

“I have wanted to kiss your back since that summer, at the beach,” he began, and then I felt his mouth against the base of my spine.
“
Why didn’t I?
”

My G
od.
I let a tiny cry escape, and I could feel his smile against my skin.

His hands tightened over my breasts, his thumbs brushing both of my nipples. He pinched
each hardened bud as his rough chin drug over my back. I moaned, the overwhelming sensation of his kisses and hands everywhere stoking the fire raging inside.

“
You’re perfect.
Arch your back.”

Over and over.
His fingers on my nipples, pulling, pinching, his hands squeezing each breast, rubbing.

I tried to
tug at my wrists, but the restraints did exactly as they were intended to do.

“I haven’t even touched you, and you’re
dripping for me.
I can feel you.
” He fit himself between my legs, with only the thin string of my thong separating us.

I struggled again with the cuffs; it was natural to tug at the restraints, and every time I did I felt a startling thrill tremor through my body.

“No, you can’t move,” he spoke against my back. “Stop trying.”

He let go of my breasts and sat back, his hands resting over my hips. Before I could take a breath, he cupped me between my legs, and I squirmed, gasping at the sudden sensation. The pressure
of his hand forced a moan to my throat.

I tugged at the cuffs, and he pulled the lacy
thong aside.

“Jason,” I begged, my forehead digging into the pillow as his finger slid inside of me, so deep. I was blind
ed, rocked by sensations beyond my control. He pushed another finger inside, and I cried out softly.

“Does this feel good?” h
e asked, and I could only nod, unable to form coherent words. “And this?”

His fingers
pumped inside of me, and then he pulled them from front to back, gripping my ass.

I felt pressure on
the inside of my calves; his knees were pushing my legs apart, and I had no choice but to open myself to him. I was weak, powerless to stop him, and I didn’t think that I
wanted
to stop him. No one had ever seen me like this, not even Jack. He’d never bothered with any unconventional foreplay, and I had no idea where Jason was taking me.

I jerked on the cuffs as his fingers
pushed inside of me again. “
Jason, God…,
”

He pulled out of me
, and this time I writhed as his soaking hand hooked beneath the string of my thong.

I felt pressure. He positioned
his throbbing body at my opening, sliding slowly, mercilessly slowly into me. I was filled with him, all of him, and my body contracted and took him inside, fitting perfectly.

He sucked in his breath, pausing for a long moment. “You’re made just for me, Sandy,” he exhaled.
“
Only for me.
”

The possessiveness of his words forced a helpless moan from my lips.

His hand, wet from my own body, spread my ass open. I tightened nervously under his inspection. I felt him rock his hips, pulling out only to thrust into me again.

I cried out
when I felt his finger beneath the thong, probing at my darkest place. The pressure against the ring of muscles, so hidden, where I’d never been touched before, sent a wave of panic over me.

“
Jason
!” I cried, and he gripped my hip with his other hand. I was locked with him, completely under his control, and he knew it. “
What are you doing?
”

“Trust me
,” his gruff voice sounded from the darkness around me. “Just relax. Don’t tense.”

The unfamiliar taboo of him touching me,
there
, while I struggled against the cuffs forced me to gasp in shock. I bucked wildly, trying to get away.

With one more
forceful push, his finger drove inside of my ass. My resisting body opened to his probing, tightening around his intrusion, while my core clenched against his cock. The pain was intense, foreign, but was instantly made bearable as his cock and finger began to thrust rhythmically inside of me.