The bed rocked slightly, and then Khell was tugging a pillow from somewhere and stuffing it under my hips. The smooth fabric was shockingly coarse against my tender clit, and it must've been insanity or a new addiction, or the starving desperation that raced through me anytime I was near Khell, that had me shifting to rub myself against it.

Distracted by the rough and stimulating sensation of fabric against my clit, and the aftershocks from the fresh orgasm rippling through me, I missed Khell'ar shifting around me until something cool snapped shut around my ankle. I stiffened and twisted my head back just in time to watch Khell shove my legs wide, and a second cuff efficiently locked around my other ankle. Between the two, a long bar spread me open, heels raised in the air.

Khell was frowning. He'd been solemn and almost surly since we got back from the woods, and I would've assumed he was mad at me except that he'd been so incredibly gentle, constantly kissing me, constantly purring, constantly petting every inch of my skin. Even now he stroked down my calves, pushing my ankles gently toward my ass.

"Wrists," he said, arching an eyebrow at me.

Hogtied. Check.

And here I'd started to think that Khell was done playing games during my visit. My breath was short and quick in my chest, but I didn't hesitate or ask any questions, sliding my wrists back until my arms were flat on the bed.

Khell shook a pair of fancy, padded cuffs, with a little digital screen glowing something unreadable from my position. "These will unlock on a timer, or when you say your safe word."

In all the time I'd been here, I hadn't even uttered a syllable of my safe word. I nodded and relaxed, wiggling my hips again and sighing at the tingle of friction on my clit. Khell had left it alone for a few hours and it was still aching, but also now throbbing with a suspended arousal he'd built up in me—constantly satisfied, constantly wanting more.

He was gentle with the cuffs, linking them around the bar spreading my ankles, allowing me limited movement while also offering a pleasant stretch in my shoulders and the sense of captivity I'd been intrigued by.

"You are mine, Sunny," Khell whispered, words rough.

I opened my lips to agree—not for the sake of our assigned roles; it was the truth now—but the words were stolen out of my mouth as Khell drew my hips back and sank home to the hilt again. His fingers found my wrists, covering the backs of my hands with his broad palms, encompassing me in his grip as he fucked me with slow and deep thrusts, pulling almost completely out before sinking in as deep as he could go.