Page 69 of Lilacs and Leather

Rhett snarls, pushing deep and stretching my leg until he’s almost leaning over me.

“With. Pleasure.”

Rhett tosses my leg to the side, flipping me on my back as he fucks into me hard and fast, and I scream as fireworks go off over every inch of my skin, my legs shaking with the force of my climax. Rhett stretches over my head and a moment later, my arms are free even as my wrists stay bound. Rhett loops them around his neck and hauls me up as he rocks back into his knees. I shout as the change in position makes his pelvis grind into my clit, sending off a fresh wave as I climax again.

“Rhe—sir, can I have your knot? Please? Please, I want you,” I babble, bringing my hands up to thread my fingers into his hair.

He finds my mouth with his, claiming me as thoroughly with his tongue as he has my pussy. I moan into his mouth, and I find the leverage to meet his thrust, making him purr like a diesel engine. When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against mine, our bodies slipping together with sweat.

“Come with me, one more time, Lydia. Come and take my knot, you perfect girl,” Rhett pants, hands digging into my ass as he helps me ride him.

Whether it’s the pressure of his hands on my ass, digging enough to just add that bite of pleasure-pain, or the way his voice grinds out like a prayer, or the praise he pours down on me, my stomach rolls and I gasp as a slow warmth spreads through me. I feel him throb inside of me as he throws his head back and roars. With one last thrust, he locks in place, and I let my head drop back as the rocking waves of orgasm crash over me.

We sit for a long moment, just breathing and coming down from the high. I feel detached from my body, floating above it as I let my mind go blank. Rhett’s hands slide up my back, tipping me forward until my forehead rests on his shoulder. One of his arms holds me close while the other gently toys with the ends of my hair.

“I am... mush. Floaty… mush,” I mutter dazedly.

Rhett’s little chuckle shifts his still hard cock inside of me, making us both groan a little at the sensation. Once the waves subside, Rhett reaches behind his head and lifts my arms so they’re tucked between us.

“How are your arms? Are you sore?” Rhett asks as he works the knots free.

“I have arms?” I return, only half joking.

“And lovely ones, at that.”

I hum a little as the rope comes free and Rhett rubs the ache away with care. I’m slowly coming back down to reality, and all the little grounding touches feel like magic.

“I’m so proud of you, Lydia. You did so well for your first scene. I couldn’t have asked for more.” He wraps his arms around my torso and burying his face in my neck.

My heart leaps into my throat at his words, and I feel tears forming as I close my eyes and wrap my arms around his neck. I feel light enough that, if Rhett told me I could fly, I’d jump off the balcony to try. Instead, I cling to him like a koala, basking in the safety of his touch.

Twenty-Six

Lydia

Later that day, I’m curled up on the couch in the suite, cocooned inside of the fluffiest blanket I’ve ever felt.Rhett had given me the emerald green slice of heaven, along with a matching bathrobe and slippers, after we’d cleaned up from our play session, along with instructions to take a nap while he ran to my apartment to get me clothes for the rest of the weekend. If it were up to me, clothes would be optional until Monday morning, but he insisted. I slept a little and woke up feeling much better. I snooped through his drawers after that, blushing at the collection of rope and other toys I’d found in one, but found a pair of shorts and a T-shirt to wear while I waited.

I zone out, watching the clouds roll by through the balcony door, surprised by how utterly content I am. The common area was peaceful, designed for relaxation, and it sucked me in. My phone vibrates on the arm of the couch where it was charging. I untangle an arm from the blanket, eyebrows lifting at the message I received.

Jason: Sam just texted me. Can I call?

I push the call button for him, and he picks up after the first ring.

“Hey, Lydi. I’m really sorry,” Jason starts.

“Why are you apologizing?” I ask, confused.

“I didn’t mention anything about the wedding. Honestly, my plan was to take the invitation and then have it conveniently get lost in the mail so you’d be none the wiser. I should have known that something would happen after Mom called you at your job,” he rambles.

“It’s not your fault. Mom did what she does best: scheme and plot,” I deadpan.

Jason lets out a long, heavy sigh. “Yeah,” he says flatly.

I’m silent for a while, absently toying with the corner of the blanket.

“Are you going to come down for it?” he asks softly.

“I’m not sure I have a choice. It’s going to be easier just to let her think she’s won this battle, so she doesn’t send anyone to find me,” I grumble.