Chapter 17: The Etiquette of One Night Stands

"F*ck," he says. "I want you to come for me, baby." It's rough as he slams into me deeper still and I want to come.

"Landon, please," I beg him.

"Come for me, baby," he repeats his words hoarsely; he's struggling for control.

Hearing him say it is enough to take me completely over the edge. I moan out his name as he collapses on top of me, trying to catch his breath.

I feel sleepy, but I'm not sure if he wants me to stay. I should probably just get dressed and go home. There's like a whole etiquette for one night stands, and because of my fricking rules, I have no idea what I'm supposed to do now.

He rolls over onto his back. He seems to want to say something.

Landon is silent for a moment before saying, "do you still want to break some rules?"

I'm not sure how to respond.

"I've already broken quite a few tonight... What did you have in mind?"

I'm breathless. I can barely recognise the sound of my own voice. I'm tender, sore even but I've not had enough yet. Not nearly enough.

"Have you ever been tied up?" He raises an eyebrow. "I imagine that would definitely be against your parents' rules."

"Definitely," I reply with a bark of laughter. "My parents are very traditional." He has no idea; traditional doesn't describe my parents accurately... try Victorian.

"So, what do you say?" he asks.

He looks calm and completely at ease, but I can see something in his eyes; eagerness? Excitement? Need? Want? Weariness? I can't get a read on him at all.

I'm really not sure what to say. I've just lost my virginity, I am a little overwhelmed, but I am not ready to go home. I don't want this to be over.

"Okay." I can hear myself agreeing.

He stands and walks back out of the room. Returning a moment later with a navy tie, he makes his way back to the bed. He asks me for my hands and wraps the tie around my wrists before tying the tie to one of the bars of the bed.

"You look incredible like this... tied to my bed..."

Unlike a moment ago, I can read his expression easily. Now he's looking at me with undiluted desire. He wants me; the idea is intoxicating.

I blush again. I am really self-conscious. For way too long, I've kept myself safe, untouchable. I've never felt so exposed.

"I'm going to f*ck you now."

He moves in and out of me gently this time, slowly, purposefully teasing me. I feel every part of him inside me.

"I want to touch you," I complain. My hands are pulling against his tie.

"You are touching me."

He runs his fingers across my flesh.

"No, I'm not. You're touching me. I want to touch you."

Even to my own ears, I sound like a petulant child. All I need now is a sulky look on my face.

Landon laughs before grabbing my hand, holding it tightly. He holds onto the bed with his other hand.

"There you go; now I'm not touching you either."

"But I like it when you touch me."

I moan with disappointment, but it doesn't last as he begins to speed up and my mind goes blank as I lose myself in the amazing sensations and feelings, he's giving me.

"Good." He grins at me. "I like it too."

He is f*cking me harder now. I can hear the bed hitting the wall in time with our movements.

"God, you're perfect," he tells me.

I can feel the silk of his tie against my wrists. His tie will mark me. Strangely the idea leaves me panting with a strange desire that I've never known before.

I want him to mark me; I want to be his.