"Will, please?—"
"Please what?"
"Please let me come. I need—I need?—"
"Tell me what you need."
"You. Inside me. Please, I can't?—"
He stands and strips off his shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the ridged muscle of his stomach. His jeans follow, and then he's naked, thick and hard and ready for me. He climbs onto the bed and positions himself between my thighs.
"Eyes on me," he commands. "Don't look away."
I lock my gaze on his as he notches himself at my entrance. He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, stretching me until I feel impossibly full. When he's seated to the hilt, he pauses, letting me adjust.
"Color?"
"Green." My voice shakes. "God, Will, green."
He pulls back and drives in again, setting a rhythm that's slow but deep. Each thrust hits that spot inside me that makes my vision white out. My wrists strain against the cuffs, my body arching to meet him, but I keep my eyes on his face like he ordered.
"That's it," he says, his voice rough. "Take everything I give you."
The pleasure builds again, sharper now, more urgent. His hand slides between us and finds my clit, rubbing in tight circles that match his thrusts.
"You've been so good for me tonight," he says. "So obedient. So perfect."
The praise pushes me higher. I'm right there, teetering, desperate.
"You want to come?"
"Yes. Please."
"Then let go. Give me everything."
The orgasm crashes through me like a wave. My whole body seizes, clenching around him, pleasure radiating through every nerve. I scream his name, not caring who might hear, lost in the overwhelming release.
He follows seconds later, driving deep and shuddering against me, my name torn from his throat.
For a long moment, neither of us moves. We stay connected, breathing hard, hearts pounding in sync.
Then Will reaches up and unclips the restraints. He rubs circulation back into my wrists, pressing kisses to the faint red marks left by the leather. He wraps me in a soft blanket and pulls me against his chest, murmuring praise against my hair.
"So good. You were so good for me. I've got you. You're safe."
He produces water and makes me drink. Runs gentle hands over my skin to check for any marks. Asks again and again how I'm feeling.
"Safe," I tell him. "Whole. Like I finally found the piece of myself I thought Craig destroyed."
His arms tighten around me. "He didn't destroy anything. He just made it harder to find."
We lie together in the dim room, the light low and warm around us, and I feel something shift into place. Something final.
"I love you." The words feel different now, after what we just shared. Truer somehow. More real. "I know I said it before, but I needed you to hear it again. Before tomorrow."
Will tilts my chin up to look at him. "You know when I knew? Really knew?"
"When?"
