Cade was sitting up in bed, his back against the headboard. It might not be such a bad idea to get a padded headboard. He liked the farmhouse style that Trey had used to decorate their place. The iron spindles were cold, but on the other hand, were handy if he wanted to tie her up.

Trey walked out of their bath naked, eyeing his erection speculatively. “Would you like me to do something with that?”

“Very much,” he said, opening the tether between them and watching as his lust and love washed over her and made her shudder.

“I don’t know that I’ll ever get used to that,” she said with a smile.

“Why don’t you come over here and impale yourself on my cock?”

She grinned. It was a bit of a source of contention between them that he rarely allowed her to be on top. He wouldn’t cede complete control, but at least she’d be in the physically dominant position. Trey moved to the bed and crawled up on it, straddling his legs with hers. Her body was beautifully aroused—stiff nipples, her pussy wet and primed, waiting. And her soul? That was a thing of perfection.

As she kneeled over him, his cock was at full attention, throbbing to get into her core. He ran his hands down her sides and then down her back. Without settling herself on him, she leaned against the headboard, a hand on either side of his head, and lowered her lips to his. Cade put his hands around her and pulled her closer. Twisting away from him, she adjusted her position so that she could take his cock in her mouth.

“This wasn’t what I had in mind,” he groaned.

“Shh. This is my time. You never let me have control.”

He chuckled, purring at her and allowing the tether to share everything he was feeling.

“You’d better enjoy yourself because if you don’t knock it off, you are so getting spanked.”

She licked her lips—a cat anticipating a nice bowl of cream. Well, it wouldn’t be in a bowl… and it wouldn’t be delivered to her orally. As she opened her mouth and wrapped it around the head of his cock, he thought he might die from pure bliss. Cade’s fingers tangled in her silky mane.

Trey sucked his staff deep in her mouth and swirled her tongue all around it, allowing it to touch the soft place at the back of her throat. Cade groaned with frustrated pleasure. Trey’s mouth was pure heat and desire and his toes curled from the passion—sweet, hot, heaven.

She moved her mouth over his dick, in and out, over and over as she sucked. Her tongue never stopped moving. She used it in concert with the draw from her cheeks when she pulled on him. She covered every inch of him from root to tip and left nothing unmarked by her focused attention. Trey found her rhythm—one she knew pleased him—and he writhed beneath her ministrations.

Fisting her hair, he forced her mouth down his staff, inch by inch. She purred around him, the vibrations igniting an even more fierce need to be deep inside her. His cock ached. It wanted what it wanted, and her mouth wasn’t it.

“You’re going to kill me,” he rasped.

She looked up—her killer grin telling him everything. He was connected to Trey in a way he never had been to another woman. The tether intensified everything. It had always been far deeper and more satisfying with her, but now that they were truly one, his ability to feel what she was feeling strengthened their bond. He was complete only if he was with her.

“Enough,” he growled.

Trey grasped the top rail as her breasts hung over his chest, their turgid tips grazing his skin. God, she could be a temptress and a brat at the same time. If she wasn’t careful, the temptress would get tossed on her back and fucked hard and the brat would get her ass spanked silly.

“This is why you don’t get to be on top,” he growled.

Gracefully, she climbed on the bed, swinging her leg over him so that she straddled his body… and still he wasn’t inside her.

Smiling, she leaned down to him, fusing her mouth to his and pushing her tongue past his teeth, sliding it all through his mouth, dancing with his before retreating so she could nibble on his lower lip. She rubbed her clit against his cock, and he hissed. The little nub was swollen and in need of relief. Well, tonight she’d find two could play at this game. He thrust his hips up so that his cock slid between her labia and nudged her clit again. That got her attention.

Her silken hair was like a curtain that separated them from the rest of the world. He ran his hand down her back, flowing onto her ass. He squeezed it gently, mindful of the fact that her backside was most likely still tender from the discipline he’d given her the night before. Trey could be a royal brat when she was of a mind to be.

He wondered if she often didn’t act out when she was stressed and just needed him to spank her to tears so she could let go. Cade knew her work as a law enforcement officer—being a woman in a male-dominated career—forced her to keep her emotions in check at all times. He also knew that it wasn’t healthy for her and that she needed someone to help her relieve that pressure. Having him spank her to the point she sagged against him and started to cry did that for her. Being the person she trusted to give that to her did something equally as important for him. They were well matched in so many ways. Cade had always recognized the gift of her submission and the control she allowed him to have.

For them, D/s was a way to structure their roles so they both understood them. It was also a deeply sensual way to live and allowed them to take their intimacy into the world without waving it around like a flag. It was a game, but only they were privy to it. Those close to them could make an educated guess based on their own proclivities.

Trey enjoyed the way they could look at one another—she giving him an impish grin that said she was up to no good and he could raise an eyebrow, letting her know if she acted on her naughty thoughts, he would hold her accountable. All he had to do was tap his fingers in rhythm on a hard surface to watch her body shiver and feel the heat of her arousal come through the tether that had been established the night he claimed her.

She looked down at him and slowly, agonizingly, began to lower herself onto his monstrous staff. They both watched as she took him inch by inch, allowing him to stretch and fill her. He kept his barbs suppressed, but the moment she had him completely inside, he would release them so that she felt them when she drew up and away from him.

His hands slipped down to rest on her hips, coaxing her further down and helping her balance. The wait, the warmth, the wet, all played on the skin stretched tight over his cock. Trey continued her slow descent, seeming to luxuriate in the feel of him. Finally, she settled and climaxed, throwing her head back and calling his name. Her pussy contracted all along his staff, an intimate, sensual hug.

“Fuck, Trey. God, I love how it feels when you come.”

He rotated his hips and surged upward. He was as deep inside her as he could get, but he lifted her up and hit the end of her sheath. Her head snapped back up and she looked down at him, her eyes darkened with arousal. He looked down at the place their bodies were joined. Tight. She was so tight even after she’d come.

“You feel so good, Cade.”

Good? They were perfect together. Time to remind her who was truly in control. He moved his hips up and down as he held her stationary, releasing the barbs and allowing them to score her tender flesh. Trey yowled in response. Now, there was no doubt in either of their minds as to who was dominant and who was not. He felt like some medieval king being pleasured by his one and only concubine—raised and trained for his pleasure and his pleasure alone.

Thrusting in and out, he watched her breasts bounce. He thought about buying nipple clamps with bells, but discarded the idea, she wouldn’t be on top often enough for him to hear them jingle. On the other hand, it might be fun to make her wear them for him when he had her naked in his lap while they drank their morning coffee.

Up and down, twisting inside her, he pressed her clit with his thumb and sent her flying again. It seemed his bonded spirit was in need of being reminded in a completely visceral way just who was in control and that it wasn’t her. He slid her along his cock, almost all the way out only to force her back down.

She collapsed against him. “I thought I got to be in control.”

“I would think a trained investigator would listen more carefully. I invited you to be on top. I said nothing about giving you control.”

Trey pressed down on his shoulders, trying to wrestle control away from him. One hand left her hip, and he swatted her ass, the same ass he’d spanked the night before. He let her move faster and guided her movements until he felt the familiar tingle all along his spine as his balls drew up.

Leaning forward, he latched onto her nipple and sucked deeply as he rubbed her clit again. He thrust up, holding her in place and rotating his hips as passion and pleasure reunited.

“God, yes, Cade. I want you. I need you.”

She couldn’t have spoken words that meant more to him. Trey was able to love with an open heart, but to admit she wanted or needed did not come easily for her. He rolled his hips, shoving his cock up deep inside her, bouncing her on his staff. Up hard and then retreat, only to tunnel right back into her as deep as he could get.

Trey’s body was becoming languid as she slipped into a space she occupied only with him. Even when she was on top, they both knew who dominated and controlled their lovemaking.  As he felt her body stiffen, she plunged over the edge into ecstasy. He pulled her down hard, shoving himself deep as he pumped his seed into her.

Satisfaction, well-being and peace all suffused his system as he held onto her holding her upright until he laid her down on his body. She was limp as she rubbed her head against his chest. In that moment he was aware of everything about her—the softness of her skin, the silk of her hair, the way her heart beat in perfect rhythm with his. He slid his hands over her body—soothing, comforting.

“I love you, Trey.”

“I know you do,” she teased, knowing exactly what he wanted to hear and that her sanctimonious sarcasm wasn’t it.

She yelped when he swatted her exposed backside.

“Try again,” he growled.

“I love you too,” she purred.