Being held down was incredible, and I intentionally didn’t question my instincts when it came to sex like this. Being chased and held down, having my throat fucked into oblivion while I couldn’t breathe… I liked it, and wondering if it was okay for me to do so was only going to twist me up inside.

I had enough of that in my life already.

And being tied up so he didn’t have to hold me down? Yes fucking please. “What do I do?”

“Nothing.” He circled his hand around my ankle, carefully spinning me around so my feet were at the end of the bed again. “I’ve got you. All the decisions are mine, all the work is mine.” Rope circled my ankle, and he wrapped it carefully before slipping two fingers underneath the strands to make sure it wasn’t too tight.

Suddenly, he leaned down, covering my clit with his mouth and sucking deeply. “More importantly, all your orgasms are mine.”

“Fucking hell, Luke.”

He laughed, muffled by the way his mouth was sealed to my skin, tongue working me in quick, fluttering strokes.

It wasn’t nearly enough when he abandoned my pussy and went back to the rope. He pressed my knee upward to my chest, and I didn’t realize what was happening until the rope twisted around my wrist, attaching it to my ankle. This was only one side, but when he did the other…

Arousal whipped through me, making me writhe. When he finished I would be completely open for him, and there was nothing more Alpha and Omega than that.

Luke was quick, repeating the process and checking to make sure things weren’t too tight, but I was floating on a cloud like the pinned butterfly I was. I pulled on the rope to see if I could move at all, and nothing. My hands and ankles were going to be best friends for a while.

Pulling me to the edge of the bed, he knelt where I’d been before. “Where was I?” He murmured before licking me like an ice cream cone.

I couldn’t reach for him and pull that amazing tongue and mouth closer. The way I was bound made it hard for me to even lift my hips and beg for it. I was simply here, bound for him to do whatever he wanted.

He spread me open with his hands, licking and sucking every part of me. Torturing my clit with his tongue before fucking me with it.

My arousal rose so much faster now because I couldn’t move. There was nowhere to go to mitigate the need building in my core—I was simply going to tip over the edge and go screaming down the best roller coaster ever.

As I was cresting that peak, Luke pulled away, the orgasm fizzling into mist. “Wait, no—”

“Remember when I said all your orgasms belong to me?”