But not now. Now I had North away from everything. I had a feeling this moment was like a unicorn. I couldn’t miss out on the opportunity to have my woman completely and totally to myself. She was tied to my fucking bed with only one thing she had to focus on. An orgasm.

I had to wonder if she’d ever had an opportunity to stop thinking completely. It was obvious she’d never given herself to anyone fully. Not even me. Yet.

I’d push her, get her past places where she’d given up and used her fingers before. Where she didn’t keep trusting or giving herself to someone to take care of her.

I’d try now. I’d watch her, but if she truly couldn’t come, I wasn’t going to make it worse. Watching North touch herself during sex was fucking hot. I was man enough to be okay with that the rest of my life as long as she screamed my name.

As she tested the handcuffs, I gripped her ankle, stroked her calf. “You good?”

Her eyes met mine. Wary, sure. Aroused, definitely. She licked her lips, then nodded.

I didn’t think so much of myself that I was better than any guy she’d been with, that the reason any of them hadn’t been able to get her off was because they sucked in the sack.

She hadn’t been able to do it with me, either. I wasn’t a sex therapist, but if she could come from just letting go… completely, then this was the time to test that theory.

We were off the grid. While we didn’t have all the time in the world, we had enough.

My hands slid up the insides of her thighs, pushed her legs wide. With slow movements, I slid her pretty yellow panties down her thighs, tossed them over my shoulder. Before she could bring her knees back together, I settled my shoulders in the way, parted her with my thumbs.

“Prettiest fucking pussy.”

“Jed,” she whispered, squirming a little.

I gave her a light spank right over her clit. “No rushing me.”

She lifted her head off the pillow, stared… no, glared down her naked body at me all the while her nipples pebbled and her pussy dripped her sweetness.

“Here’s how this is going to work. You’re going to feel. Scream, cry out, gasp. Moan. Wiggle. Whatever you want. But other than telling me to stop… no, not even that. You say red, princess, because you’ve got a problem. A legit one like the cuffs are hurting you.”

“You want me to have a safe word?” she asked, her eyes wide.