Page 100 of Broken Rules
My eyes widen as my stomach sinks. “Where—” I ask, dropping, and he switches the bullet off. Breathing hard, I blink a few times as the night Lennox recorded me comes to mind, and him leaving the stage with a grin. “You showed them?”
“I did.”
Swallowing deeply, I blow out a shaky breath. “And they liked my performance?”
“Peaches, they are giving you another chance to show them what you got.”
My heart beats faster for an entirely new reason. “When?”
“Tomorrow.” I open my mouth to protest, but my head bucks back when he switches the vibrator on high. “Get back up there.”
“Lex...”
Doing as he says, I twist my legs to help ease the sensations while focusing on staying up, and he lets out a husky moan as he grabs himself, his head tipping back the faster he strokes.
“Attagirl, keep at it, baby.”
I grit my teeth, looking at my hands as my fingers start slipping, grunting from the intense pleasure and wanting to succeed. Just before I drop, Lennox holds and lifts me by my ass to straddle his waist, unhooking the chain from the bar, then places me onto the bed to remove the bullet from between my legs.
“I got you,” he whispers against my lips, kissing me softly, and I cling to him, needing my husband. “I got you, baby.”
Continuing to kiss down my body, he reaches my mound, and I inch away from his mouth to get further onto the bed, his hungry gaze meeting mine as he follows, dragging me back to finish the job properly. His heavy hands pin my hips as I buck forward, my moans increasing between him sucking and finger fucking my pussy, and I grip his hair as he pushes me over the edge, rapidly rubbing inside me until I’m coming all over the sheets.
“There we go, Peaches.”
I bite my bottom lip as he kisses my inner thigh, smiling while trailing my fingers through his hair, then tip my head back the more he presses his lips on my skin. A sheer black fabric covers the rectangular top of the four post bed, with several bars running across and anchors on each one.
“Lex, there’s no way your dad doesn't know what kind of bed this is.”
“Oh yeah,” he says, kissing up my stomach. “One hundred percent he knows about our kinky ways.”
I groan and hide my face in my hands. “Just so you know I’m never going over to their place again.”
Lennox chuckles in the crook of my neck. “You’ll be alright, Peaches.”
“I bet he’ll want one next,” I say, rolling onto my hip as he settles beside me.
“Don't—don't do that.” There’s no hiding my laugh when he slaps my ass. “My dick just permanently shriveled.”
A snort laugh escapes me, and Lennox chuckles, drawing me closer, and releasing me from the cuffs. I roll on top of him and intertwine our fingers above his head.
“Doesn’t feel like it,” I say, rocking on his stiff shaft.
“Are you sure?” He thrusts his pelvis upward, making me moan. “Maybe you should keep checking.”
Lennox has always been dominant in bed, but so am I—hovering above his mouth, I grin, slowly inching onto his length, and he inhales a sharp breath through his teeth as I ride him while securing a cuff to his wrist. There's no hesitation, no resistance as I bound my husband, merely scratching the surface of exploring our bodies, our life together full of endless possibilities because we’ve only just begun.
“My turn.”
