It's Monday and I'm here with a new chapter. And bad news. Yep.

This chapter is purely sexual and it's an important chapter, so read at your own risk. You've been warned!

And the second thing; my summer vacations are over, meaning I start with school tomorrow (please don't remind me because I'm going to start crying, really) and you know what that means, right? Studying, homework, spending half of the day in school, going late to bed, waking up early ...

There will be no more weekly updates, I'm sorry :( I'll try really hard to update frequently, but please, have patience, all right?

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''Undress,'' Braden's voice caresses me like a velvet.

He throws his suit jacket on the chair behind him, unbuttons the top two buttons of his dress shirt and the ones on his wrists, then he carelessly pushes the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows. I watch his movements with my greedy eyes. He may not realise it, but his actions are unbelievingly hot. And crazily turning me on.

Braden looks up with his dark eyes and arches his eyebrow. ''Don't make me repeat myself.'' His voice is rougher now. Sterner.

It makes me want to undress as fast as I can. I grab the shirt and want to push it off of me, all the while I feel the burn in my cheeks from feeling his gaze on me.

''Slower,'' he stops my movements, and hello there, blush!

My skin is tingling while I slowly peel the shirt off of me. I feel Braden's eyes on the exposed skin and I instantly feel the familiar dampness between my legs.

I pop open the button on my pants and slowly bring down the zipper, teasing him. I hear him take a deep breath through his nose, but I can't bring myself to look at him. I slowly start to push the pants down, but they stuck at my knees, and my embarrassment grows even bigger. I try to push the pants down, but I lose my balance and fall down on my butt with a loud thump!

''Oh, fuck me,'' I mutter to myself. I want to cry. The one time I want to seduce a man – I fall on my freaking arse while trying to put the pants down. Hooray. Well, there's my answer if I ever choose I want to become a porn star.

I finally kick the damn pants off my legs. I still don't look at Braden. The good thing is, I didn't hear him laughing, but I don't know what his expression may be. I don't dare to look him in the face.

But he's suddenly standing before me and I look at his still clothed lean legs. The bulge doesn't escape my eyes, either.

He extends his hand and I put my shaky palm in his. He pushes me up, flush to his body. Braden puts his hands on my bare butt, squeezing it tightly. It makes me yelp out in surprise, but he only smirks. ''I see my purchase is paying off well,'' he whispers lazily against my lips.

Oh, yeah. I'm wearing the panties he bought me from Victoria's Secret. At least I get one point for that.

His head is so close that every time I take a breath, I only smell him. And his body is so close that with every inhale and exhale my breasts touch his chest. It's deeply arousing. I lift my eyes, finally, to look at him. I have to put my hand on his chest so my legs don't give in. His eyes are so full of pure lust that he could probably make me come if he kept staring at me like that much longer. Jesus. This man is sex on legs. It's oozing off him.

His mouth is lifted in a dirty smirk. His face is devilish. In a good, way of course. Or in a dirty way – if you prefer it that way.

''Get on the bed. I want to taste you,'' he murmurs with that silky, bedroom voice. He even narrows his eyes slightly for the better effect.

Oh, baby Jesus, yes, please. I only hesitate for a second and it's only because it takes me much longer to process the words when I'm so damn turned on and he's standing so close to me.

I climb on the bed and lay on my back. Then I push my body up and I lean back on my elbows so I can have a better look at what Braden's doing.

He's undressing himself – slowly unbuttoning one button after another. His eyes are shining and I notice he's purposely teasing me. The sight of him undressing makes my lips part and they become dry. Never have I ever wished so much in my life that I could rip the shirt off of somebody as much as I do right in this precise moment.

I can hardly breathe when he reaches for that last button and his shirt slowly falls open, exposing all that bronzed muscle. Please, climb on me and fuck me until my throat is dry from the screaming of your name.

He pushes the shirt off his shoulder and I writhe on the bed because the prickling between my legs is getting worse and worse. I won't be able to just lay here on the bed, watching him undress much longer.

But Braden, my saviour, seems to know what struggles I'm fighting with my body, because he slowly walks to the bed where I'm laying back on my forearms, watching his every move. He's holding the tie he wore today in his hands.

''Are you up for a game?'' he asks.

I want to nod eagerly like a puppet. But the curiosity gets the best of me. ''What game?'' My throat feels dry as I speak and my voice is hoarse from the arouse.

Braden doesn't answer me, but he lifts the tie up and lets it caress with his fingers so I see what he's doing, then brings it up and covers my eyes with it, securing it behind my head.

Oh.

''Is this okay?'' His voice is close, but it's gentle and it's soft so it doesn't startle me. I open my eyes. Blankness. A panic instantly grips me and I start breathing harder, my body is starting to wiggle.

''Rory, it's okay. It's only me, baby.'' He puts one hand on my stomach to stop me and the other on my cheek. ''If you don't want this, tell me now.'' He sounds worrying.

''Damn,'' someone whistles. ''What a nice body she has goin' on.''

I try to turn my head in the direction where the voice came from. But I can't see anyone. There's only blackness surrounding me. I try to peel whatever is across my eyes off with my hands, but they can't move. I cry out in frustration. Why can't I move?

Suddenly everything gets quiet and I get very still. I don't even dare to breathe. Where am I?

A hand comes on my breast. ''The bitch is awake. I guess it's time to start playin'.'' The voice is unfamiliar to me and it follows by loud laughter around me.

I become tense. How many men are here? What are they going to do to me? Where am I? How did this happen?

Someone harshly grabs my jaw, pulling my face towards them. I can feel their breath against me. I smell beer. And something stronger – scotch? I cringe. ''Listen, you whore. We're goin' to have a little fun tonight and you're goin' to give us that fun willingly.'' I whimper. ''No, no, you're goin' to love it and if I see one tear, we're goin' to ruin you.''

I will myself to calm down. I'm with Braden now. And he won't let anything happen to me. Nor will he do anything I won't like. I hope.

''Rory, calm down, Jesus,'' Braden breathes and I feel his hand, wanting to take off my blindfold. I stop him boldly.

''No, leave it.'' It's time I face my fears and get rid of them.

''Are you sure?'' he asks breathlessly.

No. I'm definitely not sure, but I want to try it. For the sake of me. And him. It's not so unusual to get blindfolded during sex, right? I mean, many people do it. Now it's not the time I become a freak and scare Braden away. If he likes that, I'll give it to him. Willingly.

I nod my head, trying to breathe evenly again. I know I must look like an idiot.

''If you want to take the tie off, I'll leave your hands free. For now. So you can take it off anytime you want.'' His voice is tight, worried.

He makes me feel safe. He would never do anything I wouldn't like – he would never push my limits too far. Because he's good like that. I love him when he cares so much.

Whoa.

My whole body freezes. Love him? Do I love him? I squeeze my eyes tight shut. Yes. I do. Unfortunately for the both of us, but it's not like I'll tell him that. What he doesn't know won't hurt him, right? Or me, if we're speaking about hurt. And I'd like to keep him. Just for a little while longer ...

I blindly search for him and touch what feels like his shoulder. I travel my hand upwards until I reach his cheek and I caress it softly. Then wrap the palm around the back of his neck and pull him towards me. He lies with his chest on mine and I feel his surprised breath across my lips.

''Fuck me until I forget all the people who did me wrong, Braden,'' I whisper against his lips.

I hear the change in his breathing. ''I could kill them for doing you wrong.'' His breath caresses lips so they tingle with the need of him to push his lips on mine. ''But I'll settle for this.''

And he kisses me until I forget what we were even talking about. He makes me forget just with his kiss. I kiss him back just as eagerly as he does.

I suddenly hear him shift and feel his weight on top of me seconds later. He puts his palm softly on my thigh, pushing my legs open so he can settle between them. Then, he travels his hand up, up, awfully slowly. I'm getting impatient when he comes really near to where I want him.

But he stops and still the hand on my inner thigh. If my mouth wasn't otherwise occupied, I would've screamed at him.

He breaks our kiss and he pushes himself harder between my legs. I note he still has his trousers on. But what I focus more on is how good his cóck feels pressed right against me.

Braden puts his mouth on my neck while starting to move against me, rubbing me in the most pleasurable way. I moan out loud when the first waves of pleasure travel inside me. He doesn't stop grinding against me, though, and I thank all the gods for that.

He removes his mouth away from my neck and pushes my bra down afterwards. He doesn't bother with unclasping it, but as soon as he frees my sensible breasts, he doesn't hesitate in putting his mouth on the left one, giving it the attention it needs. I arch my back with a loud moan.

''God, how much I love these,'' he says and puts his hand on the right breast and grips it, while giving his mouth to the other.

He caresses my leg with his other hand, then teasing my panties with his fingers, all the while still rubbing against me. I might just confess my love for him if he never stops doing that.

When he bites my nipple softly, I already feel I'm close. I wrap my legs around him in a tight grip so he can't pull away. He moves the mouth to the other breast, giving it the same attention as the left one. He presses himself tighter against me and starts grinding a bit faster.

And I'm done in 30 seconds top, holding to him for dear life and chanting his name while I'm riding on the waves of pleasure my orgasm brings me. I'm breathing hard after I lie on the bed with all fours from me, satisfied like a cat that just got fed. My cat did get fed, though ...

Braden lifts the chest from my upper body and I blink a few times in the blindfold. Did I just come, getting only dry-humped? I feel my cheeks getting red. I've never come like that. Ever. I don't know if it's something I should be proud of that it's my first time, or be ashamed that it even happened.

What is Braden doing? Watching me? Oh, God, don't tell me he thinks I'm weird and now he doesn't want to do anything more with me ...

''That, Rory, was fucking amazing,'' I'm surprised to hear his voice first and then even more surprised by the words he said.

Really? He thinks that was amazing?

''Well, excuse me, I haven't had an orgasm in one week so it was bound to happen,'' I mutter and pout. Then I smile hugely. I don't even want to imagine how I must look with a blindfold on, smiling like a schoolgirl getting praised. But I feel fan-fucking-tastic.

He takes my blindfold off and I blink a few times to get used to the light. His face is the first thing my eyes focus on. He has a big, self-satisfying smile on his face. He, too, looks like he has received a present.

He shifts so he's leaning on only one elbow and he takes his other hand on my chest bone, slowly tracing it. ''So tell me ...'' he murmurs distractedly while watching his hand kissing my skin. I hold my breath. ''What is the most orgasms you had in one night?''

He doesn't even blink while asking that, meanwhile my whole body gets flushed with embarrassment. I avert my eyes and look at the ceiling. ''Four,'' I cough out, rolling my bottom lip in my mouth.

Braden finally lifts his eyes from my collarbone and studies my face for a moment. Then he scrunches his eyebrows as if in thought. ''But that's how many you had only the first night we've been together.''

Damn him! Does he really have to remember every detail? I mumble something under my breath that sounds something close to ''Mmyea ...''

He kisses my nose and only moves his head a few inches away from mine. I suddenly find it very hard to breathe. ''What were your boyfriends doing with you?'' he asks in a murmur, brushing few strands of my hair that are getting on my face.

''Nothing really.'' I shrug and fight the urge to look away. Yes. Act casual. Act casual.

Can he stop looking at me like that?

''Fuckers,'' Braden says out. He then kisses my temple and runs his hand down my body. I shiver. ''They didn't know what they had in hands. Your body was created to be worshipped, Rory,'' he whispers across my skin. There's that tingling between my legs again ...

I don't answer him, I can't even think about uttering any words out of my mouth. I want him again.

Braden smiles as if reading my thoughts. ''Slow down, kitten. I'm going to taste you now,'' he announces.

I start breathing harder. Yes, please and thank you. To think I never knew the feeling of a man's mouth between my legs before Braden is sad. And now that I know the sensation, I want to have his tongue on me all the time. I'm becoming real selfish.

He unclasps my bra now and throws is somewhere across the room. I never cast my eyes anywhere away from Braden and what he's doing. He's watching me with hooded eyes.

Braden puts both of his hands on my breasts and squeezes them together, watching it with a mesmerizing look. He then moves down on my body and buries his face between my legs and inhales deeply. Can my panties get even more soaked?

He removes my panties. With his teeth. Watching me all the time. And I have a difficult time staying still. When he has the panties removed, he climbs back up, but not to where I need him.

He kisses my thigh, making me squirm. ''Braden, please ...'' I breathe. I'm so desperate I start begging.

Braden sends a smile at me. ''What do you want, baby?'' he murmurs against my skin, making sure his lips touch my thigh every time he speaks.

I keep my mouth closed together.

Braden looks at me from under his eyelashes. ''Tell me what do you want, Rory and I'll give it to you.'' When he sees my expression, he grins. ''It's that simple.''

I take a deep breath. ''Iwantyourmouthonme,'' I speak as fast as I can, then put my hands on my burning hot cheeks. Could I be any more immature? I'm a 25-years-old woman who can't say dirty words – in bed or out.

Braden chuckles and I'm sure my face changed at least 10 shades of red tonight.

My embarrassment flies out of the window when I feel his mouth right where I begged him to put it.

''Oh, yes,'' I can't help but moan out in delight. Honest to God, I could count the stars when I close my eyes in pleasure. That man was good with his mouth. ''Keep doing that and I'll come again,'' I warn as he pushes his tongue inside of me.

Braden groans lowly. ''Fucking Christ, Rory, you taste amazing,'' he mumbles. ''This whole week I imagined the taste of you and the sounds you make when I put my mouth on you.''

I moan out louder. Keep talking like that, Braden, and I'll come just by your words alone.

Braden looks at me from under his lashes and lifts an eyebrow. I bite my lower lip. Shit. I said that out loud, didn't I?

He lightly sucks my clit into his mouth, then releases it and licks it, his tongue going back and forward, back and forward in a fast pace. It makes me go crazy. And I'm already on the edge. Again.

I put my hand on Braden's head to push him harder to me, but he calmly removes it. And just when I'm a second away from coming, he stops his movements, making me arch my back, grip the sheets and groan out loud in protest. ''Why would you do that?'' I cry out.

Braden grins. ''Patience, baby, patience.''

Yeah, I don't have any patience when it comes to getting an orgasm, you shit. He kisses my pubic bone and I get chills all over my body. Just when I calm down enough, he goes back to work again, not preparing me for the feeling on his tongue inside of me again.

''I could do this the whole night,'' Braden groans.

You better not! I try to calm my breathing down and squeeze my mouth shut when I feel his hands on my inner tights. ''Braden, I'm close ... Don't you dare to stop,'' I warn, wanting to glare at him, but he flips his tongue back and forward a few times again and I'm lost, gripping the sheets and push my hips up from the bed and down to ride the waves of the orgasm out.

Braden is up against my body, kissing my lips. I can taste myself on him and it's highly erotic, must I say.

''You're amazing,'' he says, pecking my lips once more.

I smile up at him, satisfied. I could cuddle with him and purr like a cat right now.

''One more'', he says, pinching my nipple. I jump up in bed, surprised by his touch.

''What?''

''I want to see you come one more time. Then I'll bury my cóck so deep in you that you'll no longer remember what day today is.'' He smirks.

''No,'' I moan out as I feel his fingers start rubbing my clit. I honestly don't know if I can do that again. I never knew orgasms can exhaust you so much. My breathing picks up and I cling to Braden's body now.

He's merciless, rubbing my clit in fast circles, watching my face the whole time. Then, he pushes his fingers down, teasing my entrance. We both moan out as he slips in one, then two fingers. He starts a pace – in and out, in and out.

''You feel so goddamned good, I can't wait to be inside you,'' he whispers in my ear, then licks my earlobe as I bury my nails into his shoulders.

Braden puts his thumb on my clit, never breaking the pace with his fingers inside, and starts rubbing my clit slowly at first, then going faster ... and faster ... and ...

''Oh. Oh, Braden! Yes, that feels so good,'' I chant out. He adds another finger, stretching me out and bringing me more pleasure.

It takes him some minutes more before he brings me to the highest point. He muffles my mouth with his, kissing me deeply, showing me how much passion he holds inside. When I come down from orgasm-high, I break the kiss and put my head on his shoulder. I could sleep just like that, awkwardly half sitting, half lying on the bed, wrapped around Braden's form.

''Nuh-uh. I haven't been inside you for a week, Rory. I'm not waiting a minute more,'' he says in my ear, tightening his hold on me.

His words instantly make my eyes open wide and my heart go quicker.

He softly unwraps my arms from him and stands up from the bed. I catch myself pouting. But my pout instantly spreads into a lazy smile as he pushes his pants and boxers down in quick moves. ''Someone's eager,'' I tease.

He looks at me seriously. ''Fuck yes,'' he mutters under his breath then climbs on the bed again and hovers over me. I see the unmistakable glint in his eyes. He picks his tie up that lies on the bed beside us, and holds it up, his eyes sparkling. ''I want to tie you up,'' he states.

I gulp nervously, looking from the tie to him repeatedly. My hands start to shake and Braden notices my lack of an answer.

He leans over me, bringing our faces closer. ''Nothing is going to happen to you when you're with me, Rory. I promise.'' I nod my head tightly and press my lips together. ''Something happened to you, didn't it? Your fears run deeper than just being scared of being tied up or blindfolded.''

I look away from him. ''I don't really want to talk about this now,'' I mumble.

It's Braden's time now to put his lips in a straight line. A darkness falls over his face momentarily, but he masks it. He nods his head and with a soft brush of his thumb across my cheek, he leans back up. I see he wants to put the tie away, but I'm not having that. I'm not letting my fears ruin me. I'm safe with Braden and I have no reason to be afraid to do this with him. He's the only one who can properly heal my wounds.

I extend my hands out to him, putting my wrists together. He looks stunned at first, blinking down at my hands, but then he looks at me and his eyes search my face. He wants to be sure I really want this. God, I love this man. My eyes water at that.

I love the person who can't return my feelings.

''Rory ...'' Braden says softly, at loss with words.

''No, Braden,'' I say harshly, sucking in a deep breath. ''I'm not a baby, so stop acting like I'm going to break. We both want this, so do it,'' I prompt him.

He takes some deep breaths before he finally takes my hands in one of his and starts wrapping the tie around my wrists with his other. I watch his face, his concentration the whole time. I'm really afraid I destroyed our moment together. I don't want him to hold back on me. But when he puts my hands behind my head and ties the ends of a tie around the bed, he casts one dark look at me and I know that nothing could destroy this moment we have now.

''Is it too tight?'' he asks.

I try to move them, but they don't budge even an inch. I frown. ''No,'' I mutter, my heart still beating like crazy.

Braden smiles deviously down at me. ''Good.''

I hold my breath, waiting.

And then, with a blink of my eyes, he's standing gloriously naked in front of me with only a small smile on his face. He comes closer and I want to touch him. I only remember that I can't move my hands when I feel the tie restrain my wrists, holding them in place. Braden smiles even bigger at that.

''Spread your legs, baby,'' he says as he climbs on the bed. He looks like a predator, ready to take his prey now. And the prey is ready for his attack. Oh, she is.

I do as I'm told and he rests his body between my legs. I feel his erection at my thigh, not nearly close enough to where I really want it. Braden puts two fingers inside me without any warning and I arch my back off the bed, my eyes half closing.

''Oh, you are so ready,'' he murmurs and after he takes his fingers in mouth, humming around them in appreciation, only then he finally, finally wraps his palm around himself and slowly, teasingly enters me, watching my face the whole time and I can't help but watch how his face gets overpowered with the pleasure, too.

He groans when he's fully inside of me and he starts to move. Slow. With measured thrusts, just enough to drive me to the edge, but not pushing me over it. He puts one palm on the bed beside my body and the other on my breast. I'm starting to guess he really is a breasts and butt type of man.

''I really missed this tight little pússy,'' Braden grunts out, planting a kiss on my lips afterwards.

I moan at his words, loving how blunt he is in bed. If I had enough courage, I would probably reply to him with I missed your big cóck, too, but hey, small steps, right?

I can feel getting close again and I squeeze my eyes. I feel like if I come one more time, I'll die right on this bed. But what will really kill me is if Braden keeps up with that slow pace that's obviously driving both of us mad. And I see how hard he's holding back by the wrinkled forehead and scrunched eyebrows in concentration and the sweat pouring down from him.

I decide to save us both the torture. ''Go faster, Braden,'' I plead, almost moaning out when he wraps his mouth around my nipple, sucking it in.

He just looks at me from under his lashes but doesn't say or do anything. It's like he wants to torture us both.

I groan out, ''I'm close, Braden, fuck!'' in frustration.

He releases my nipple. ''Oh, really?'' he drawls out. I clamp my mouth shut when he starts to go a little faster. ''Then you better come fast,'' he says with merciless thrusts.

It doesn't take that long until I'm panting out his name and rolling my eyes back in pleasure as the orgasm hits me. Again. I want to wrap my arms around Braden's neck like so many times before, but I can only angle my body in an awkward position when my hands stay where they are.

I'm really starting to think Braden has magic hands. And a cóck. I really missed out on so many great things in my life before him – starting with orgasms.

''I love how tight you get when coming. And then all slippery,'' he grunts in my ear, holding my head in his hand right how he wants it. Not that I could move a bone in my body right now, even if I wanted to. ''I want to feel that again.''

I don't even question him, but I do look confused when he pushes himself out of me. He doesn't say anything, just wraps his hands around my body and turns me on my stomach. I squeal out in surprise.

''What are you doing?'' I want to know. I turn my head to look behind me at him, but he doesn't look at me back.

''Put your legs together,'' is all he says, climbing back up when I do what he says.

''I never thought I'd hear – oh!'' I finish my half of a sentence with a moan when he fills me again, stretching me out so good.

He doesn't hold back this time, thankfully, and he pounds into me with full force, his powerful thrusts are causing our skin to slap together when coming into a contact.

He slaps my butt and I yelp out, jumping up in bed. He rubs it right after, never pausing with his thrusting. ''That's what you get for driving me completely crazy,'' he mutters in my ear, his voice hoarse with the pleasure.

Driving him crazy? If anyone's driving someone crazy here, it's him! Does it mean I can spank him, too?

He whispers dirty words in my ear this time – how good I feel, how much he missed this, how much he thought about it ... all the while building my pleasure with his deep, hard thrusts.

And when he puts his hand on my sensitive clit, it doesn't take me long to fall off the edge again, screaming out with pleasure. He follows me soon after, stilling inside me and then I feel his release, coming with the low moan of my name on his lips. I would've done anything to see his face, but I'm too tired to lift mine, so I just lie on the bed with my face down, my hair spilled around it (my bun now long forgotten) and with my hands tied together over my head.

Braden unties my wrists and massages them softly. When he releases them, I just put them lifelessly on the bed, not moving an inch. Braden rolls off of me and seconds later, I feel his hand on my back, tracing the curve with his soft touch.

He kisses my shoulder and brushes my hair away so he can look at at least half of my face. He has a satisfied grin on his face. ''I really needed that. It's always the best with you,'' he almost whispers the last part.

I smile lazily, a smile of a completely satisfied woman. ''You know how to please a woman, Braden Campbell,'' I say slowly, quietly, my eyes already closing.

Braden chuckles. How he looks so full of energy is beyond me. He gets up and switches the lights off, then comes back to bed, lifting up the covers and placing them over our bodies. He puts his arm around me and pushes me effortlessly to his chest. I laugh out in the darkness and reposition myself, throwing my leg around his hip and put my hand on his chest in a possessive manner.

Braden kisses my forehead. ''Sleep now, my sweet girl,'' he mumbles close to my ear.

I sigh contently, loving the sound of that on his lips. ''Goodnight,'' I say.

I love you, I add in my mind, too afraid to say it out loud.