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Because We Belong (Because You Are Mine #3)

By:Beth Kery

en he parted her labia matter-of-factly and encircled her clit with the vibrating loop. Her cry segued to a groan of ecstatic misery when he turned up the power on the vibrator. She closed her eyes and shuddered at the intense, concise stimulation, her hips twisting on the bed. He placed his hands on the coil of rope at her calf and kept her in place. She had no choice but to accept the distilled pleasure full on.

"Come," Ian said a moment later.

She followed his command to the letter, her bound body shaking in the onslaught of release. After the first, most powerful waves of climax had passed, he removed the vibrator. Her head came off the bed and she bit off a scream when he pressed his cock to her pussy, grabbed her thighs and impaled her with one stroke.

"Oh God . . . Ian," she gasped as she continued to climax around his penis. The sudden intrusion overwhelmed her. It primarily felt wonderful, but it also hurt a little, overfilled as she suddenly was with Ian's large cock in her pussy and the plug in her ass.

"That's right," he rasped as he began to thrust, his handsome face rigid with restrained pleasure. "That's what I wanted to feel. So hot. So wet," he grated out as he fucked her, and her vagina clamped around him as she continued to come.

"No," she muttered desperately a minute later when he again withdrew from her. She lifted her head, staring at the erotic sight of his heavy, glistening cock poking out from his opened fly and lowered briefs. He often didn't remove his pants completely as he played with her while she was bound. It drove her wild with thwarted longing. It drove her a step away from madness to watch, bound and helpless, as he ran his large hand over his moist, rigid shaft. Her vagina and ass muscles clenched tight. He gave a harsh moan.




She realized he stared fixedly between her parted thighs at her spread pussy and the inserted plug. Her cheeks heated. She experienced an overwhelming desire to cover herself. She'd never felt so exposed to him as she was at that moment. Was she foolish for opening herself to another human being so wholly . . . for allowing herself to become so vulnerable?

His facial muscles convulsed slightly as he stared, the expression somehow speaking of longing so intense, it bordered on pain for him. All of her doubts about her vulnerability faded to mist. In many ways, Ian laid himself as bare during their lovemaking as she did for him.

"Ian," she murmured. He looked up, meeting her stare, and she knew her heart was in her eyes.

"You shouldn't look at me like that. You know what it does to me."

"I'm sorry," she replied.

"No you're not," he said grimly, moving toward her head and unbuttoning his shirt fleetly as he did so. He whipped the shirt over his shoulders. Her stare lowered covetously over bulging, lean muscle. She'd learned over the past several months that when she was bound, her eyes had to take the place of her greedy fingers, making her a keener observer. Since Ian also blindfolded her at times, her nerves, too, had become exquisitely sensitive to his every move and touch. "And I'm not, either, to be honest," he continued. "If I could bottle that look in your eyes, I would."

She was in such a powerful, strangely combined state of both satiation and sustained arousal, it took her a moment to notice his rigid, and yet somehow hesitant expression as he stroked her neck, the sides of her breasts and ribs, making her quiver with pleasure.

"What is it?" she asked quietly, puzzled by his mood.

He didn't speak for a moment, just continued to caress her with his large, warm hand.

"I would like to video you while we continue. Just your face," he added quickly when she didn't immediately speak.

"Why?" she asked, even though she thought she knew the answer.

His expression grew unreadable, but she sensed his turmoil nonetheless. "Like I said, I would bottle your sweetness if I could," he admitted. "Carry you with me everywhere."

Her heart seemed to swell two sizes in her breast. He'd known so much pain in his life . . . been so fearful of abrupt rejection, been primed for unexpected fearful, and even violent, reactions from a schizophrenic mother.

"All that I am is always here for you, Ian," she said softly. "But of course you can video me, if you think it will help . . . somehow."

His averted gaze zoomed to her face. "You're sure? Of course you know it will only be for me. I will guard it assiduously."

She smiled. "I know that. Do you think I'd allow it otherwise?"

His nostrils flared slightly as he studied her. "You think it's an odd request, don't you?"

"No. I don't share your need, but I understand it, Ian. I do," she added pointedly.

He leaned down and kissed the diamonds on her bound hand-the engagement ring he'd given her weeks ago.

"Thank you," he said.

His solemn manner made her eyes moisten. She was glad when he moved away. When he returned to her field of vision, he carried a small video camera. He set it on the bureau and quickly focused it, the lens aimed toward her head.

"It's trained on your face," he said as he approached her again a moment later. She noticed that far from diminishing during the brief absence from her, his erection appeared every bit as firm, heavy, and flagrant. Her love and trust in him made her glory in the evidence that it aroused him to tape her during sex. It was merely another level of intimacy for them to explore. She wasn't put off by his request.

"You know I love seeing you give yourself to me," he said, stroking her hips and then her lower belly, his long fingers inching toward her mons and spread pussy. "This way, I will have the vision always available to me."

"Wouldn't you rather have me in person?" she asked, her cheeks flushing as he teased her, his long, talented fingers tickling skin just inches away from where she burned. She whimpered when he caressed he

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