Chapter 20: She's Mine

I have to taste her again so I fall to my knees and pull her legs apart so that I can get close enough to savour the taste of her. Her moans get louder and louder until she arches her back before falling back down against the bed.

"Tell me when we break a rule," I tease her as I lick my lips.

I'm intrigued by her rules. I wonder how many she's broken tonight. I wonder how many I've helped her break. I determine that I'll find out before the night ends. I want a number; preferably in double digits.

She bites her lip as I take off my trousers and boxers as calmly as I can; desperately keeping my grasp of the little control I have left. Kissing her lightly, I take a condom out of the bedside cabinet. It hurts to put the condom on. I'm so hard, even the gentlest touch is almost too much. I hiss out.

"God, you're incredible. I'm so hard... it f*cking hurts, that's how hard you've made me."

I enter her slowly. She's tighter than I expected and it's exquisite. I can feel her all around me, teasing me; it's never felt like this before.

"Sh*t you're tight," I tell her.

I'm sure I must be hurting her. I'm not small. I try to control myself, try to give her time to adjust to my size, but she's just too tempting, and it feels too good. I'm soon moving again and fast.

I need her. I'm not sure I'll ever get my fill of her tonight, but the rules are forcing my hand. That thought makes me frown momentarily.

Even though she's just had an orgasm, I feel her body prepare for a second. She moans, and it's the most incredible sound I've ever heard.

"F*ck. I want you to come for me, baby."

I can't let go until she comes, and my control is waning.

"Come for me, baby."

My words seem to be the permission she needs, and she falls off the cliff, into a bottomless pit of pleasure. I find my own pleasure in her before collapsing on top of her, trying to catch my breath.

I'm sleepy but I've yet to have my fill, and I'm aware that I don't have much time left before I have to say goodbye to her.

More so than ever before, the rules are there at the back of my head. It's strange because normally there's no thought process that accompanies the rules. It's just an automatic reflex. I don't break the rules; it's just not done.

I roll over so that I'm lying next to her.

"Do you still want to break some rules?" I ask the first thing that comes to my mind because if I'm going to keep my own rules, I have to make the most of what I have right now, and I need an excuse to keep her here in my bed.

It can't last, even though I want it too.

She looks unsure.

"I've already broken quite a few tonight..." and for a second I'm scared she's going to leave, and although I know it is inevitable, the thought is crushing. "What did you have in mind?"

"Have you ever been tied up?" I ask. "I imagine that would definitely be against your parents' rules." Although if I'm honest, I have no idea what sort of rules her parents have imposed upon her.

"Definitely!" She laughs. "My parents are very traditional."

"So, what do you say?" I'm silently praying to whatever god is listening that she doesn't leave.

I wait for her answer, barely breathing. I'm not ready for her to go home.

"Okay."

It's everything; that one word.

I tie her to my bed and the sight of her there is perhaps the most sensual thing I've ever seen. I take her again, but this time it's different. It's something more. I'm holding her hand in my own as I bury myself inside her, looking into her eyes.

"God, you're perfect," I tell her and I've never been more honest.

She doesn't blush because she's already flushed. There's a sheen of sweat across her brow, and I kiss her on her temple. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

I don't know how long I last, but it isn't long before I lose myself in her and I pull out of her.

She winces, and I wonder if I was too rough. I pull off the condom and chuck it into the bin before leaning over her to undo my tie.

There are faint red marks on her wrists. I kiss them as if it will erase them but secretly, I'm proud, proud to have marked her. Some primal part of me feels as if I've claimed her now.

She's mine.

That part of me is angry at myself.

I don't want to give her up. Not tonight. Not tomorrow morning. Not ever.

Her eyes are closed, and I watch her as she drifts off to sleep. Normally I wouldn't allow it. I know I shouldn't allow it now. Women aren't allowed to stay the night, but something about her makes me want to bend the rules.

Hell! It makes me want to break them not just bend them. For her, I can imagine myself throwing away the metaphorical rule book, and that thought scares me if I'm honest.

I'm watching her again. I'm fascinated by her. She's asleep, and bizarrely enough I'm still just as captivated as I was when she was awake. If she's all fire and passion when she comes, she's peace and radiant joy in her sleep, and I can't decide which is more beautiful. She's breathing gently, perfectly comfortable in my bed.

I decide to let her nap. What will twenty minutes do? That's hardly against the rules at all. My eyes are drooping, and I allow them to close for a moment or two. I'll just give myself a few moments of rest before I wake her and send her away.

The thought upsets me; disappoints me.

I try to put it from my mind because I need to draw a line. I've already broken enough rules for this girl I barely know.