Authors Note: R18 + recommended only as contains mature language and sexual content.

Emerson's POV

I stir, feeling absolutely sublime and somewhat aroused again. Opening my lazy eyes, I note Arden is currently hovered over me, making his way down my body with his lips, my dress pushed up to just below my bosom. I let out a light moan as his lips brush past my hip bones, alerting him to my awakened state. Smirking up at me he lifts his head slightly, moving across to my other hip, bypassing my aching core completely, before speaking, his lips close enough to graze the skin on my hip.

"Good morning cailín álainn" his deep voice still has such an effect on me, "did you sleep well love?"

His lips begin a journey up my right side as his right-hand travels up my left side, closing the space between us until his lips hover over mine.

"Yes" I breathed, restless to feel his lips on my own again. He inches closer, my eyes closing in anticipation when the warmth of his body disappears. My eyes fly open quickly, no doubt showing my disappointment.

"I'm glad your awake love, there's something I've been dying to do"

"Oh yes, what's that?" pouting, my voice had slightly more edge than planned but it drove my point home.

Chuckling a little, then standing up, he walked around behind the chaise, coming to a stop behind me. Bending over me, planting a soft quick kiss to my lips, he then lifts me to a sitting position in front of him.

"This" he said with such a commanding, firm tone, bringing shivers down my spine. It's then I felt his fingers at the nape of my neck, before dragging them down the center of my back, the only sound in the room being my heavy breath and the unlatching of my dress zip. Trying to calm my inner storm, I take the time to look around the room we're still in.

There were big heavy drapes pulled across the large viewing window, making it feel more private. The back wall had drawers and cupboards lined up down it, some full-length mirrors leaving me questioning what else is done in here. I'm quickly distracted from that thought though as I feel his warm hands running over my shoulders and under the sleeves, pushing it out and off my body. I stand slightly so he can bend over and push it past my hips to drop to the floor, taking a bite of my ass check on his way past, my breath hitches in my throat as I await his next move.

Arden's POV

Fuck I love looking at this beautiful angel. I can't get enough, the more I have of her, the more I want. I'd begun the evening riddled with nerves and had proceeded with caution, but the end result was transcendent. She had responded in a way I'd have never expected. Not everyone is a voyeur, so it was always a risk to bring her into it, especially without discussion or warning, but I had to try. I wanted to share that with her, and only her. Waking up with her arms, still laying on the chaise, I knew I had to taste more of her.

She sat, naked in her all her natural beauty, her skin flinching at my every move as she waited to see was next.

"Turn, cailín álainn, lay down for me, resting your upper body on the cushions" I moved around in front of her so she could see my gestures as I instruct her. She hesitates, looking up at me as she looks about to speak.

"NOW, Emerson" I demand, ensuring she knows exactly who's in charge.

Closing her mouth, she shuffles back and lays down as I wanted.

"Good" I walk to the end of the chaise, standing directly in front of her, my pants hanging low on my hips and open at the zip. I see her hungry eyes travels slowly down my body, before looking back up to my eyes, biting her lower lip.

"Somebodies looking eager?" I muse, relishing in the behaviour of my sweet little dancer, "Since you were such a good girl, I thought maybe we could play?"

"Play? I don't...." she begins to answer, hesitation in her voice.

"Love, trust me" I whisper and she simply nods back, accepting me once again with no questions asked, "I promise we'll stick to what you feel comfortable with love."

Returning to the head of the chaise, I place my hands on her shoulders, giving them a gentle relaxing massage to loosen her up, then I ran my hands down to her right wrist, bringing it to the head of the chaise before lifting the cuff attached to it and fixing it around her wrist firmly. I follow the same pattern on her left arm, her eyes watching over her shoulder the entire time, a look or intrigue and excitement mirroring the excitement of my own.

Working my way back around, I straddle her on the chaise, keeping my weight from resting on her, but making sure my pants brush her sensitive skin, teasing her to wriggle beneath me. Taking my first opportunity, I reach forward grasping her breasts in my hands and massaging them, tracing pictures on her hard-erect nipples, before leaning forward and taking one into my mouth and sucking vigorously, enticing a groan from Emerson, writhing below me already.

Moving down her body again, I trail a combination of kisses and my tongue across her body, nibbling and tasting every possible inch I can, backing off the chaise, I take an ankle and do I have to her wrists. Standing back, I appreciate the glorious sight in front of me. Fuck me she is perfect, naked, tied to the chaise and her sex already dripping a sparkling pool of arousal for me.

Emerson's POV

He stands at the foot of the chaise looking over at me, lust rolling of him like waves, making me feel like the most stunning person in the world.

"You have no idea what you do to me do you, love" he mutters, before disappearing off back to the drawers and cupboards behind me.

Though I couldn't see him, I could hear him as he searched the drawers, then finally returning to my side, a foreign object in hand. I must have looked surprised because he sat next to me, and sweetly smiled.

"Relax, sweet álainn. This...." he held up the item and pressed a button, it buzzed to life, the end spinning quite quickly, but nothing more, "this love, is a body wand. It's designed for pleasure, not pain so no need to panic love, it has multiple speeds and a flexible neck so we can reach where ever we want.... where ever I want, to maximize your pleasure."

Just the thought made me wriggle again, it felt like all endorphins in my body has raced to the same location, my vagina. I ached for his touch, and thankfully judging by the look in his eye he wasn't going to make me wait too long. I don't know what it was about being restrained, but I was beyond excited.

Arden's POV

Seeing that hungry look in her eye is the last acceptance I needed to begin. Taking the wand, and setting it on a slow speed to start with, I start to trail it over her body, paying special attention to areas such as her nipples, that sweet spot on her neck, and of course, her inner thighs. She wriggled, giggled and moaned as I let the wand build up speed and intensity, moving it in circular motions closing in on its main target, her clit.

Adding extra pressure as I run along her slit, she starts to buck her body, the pleasure becoming too intense for her to process. I lift the wand, leaving her bereft and wanting.

"Oh, Arden please" she begs, desperate to feel all that tension release.

"Shhhh love, you need to relax. You're doing great"

Leaning down, I run my tongue along her wet folds, cleaning up the cum she's leaking from her highly around state. She tastes magnificent and I want more, so return the wand to clit, drawing tight little circles around and over the tight little nub. I feel her body vibrate beneath me as my tongue continues to lick and suck at her entry and the wand stimulates her clit, bringing her to a mind-blowing orgasm.

I suck up her juices, licking her from end to end before pulling myself up to plant a wet kiss on those beautiful full lips, slipping my tongue deep inside that pure mouth and allowing her to taste her own incredible flavor.

Emerson's POV

Having his head between my legs, his eyes looking up to see my enjoyment as he pleasures me with his tongue, I struggle with not having the use of hands. What I'd give to run my hands through that hair right this moment. To my surprise, he releases my legs from the cuffs after kissing me so deeply, massaging my ankles before laying my legs back down.

He moves like a panther about to stalk his prey as he comes to the side of the chaise lounge, then lifting me up by my hip bones, he lowers himself to the chaise, and positions himself under my buttocks, his rock-hard cock leaning against my crutch. Sliding it gently into my greedy pussy, his size filling me perfectly, he starts to pound into me at a quicker pace.

I'm leaning back still, the most amazing view as he sits between my legs thrusting into me as deep as he'd ever been. I desperately try to hold on this time, unfortunately losing the battle as yet another climax rips through my tormented body. Staring into Arden's eyes as he continues to move inside me, I feel the second orgasm roll into the third, washing me deeper and deeper into the unknown. I haven't told him yet, but I'd follow him anywhere as long as he asks me nicely.

Feeling hypersensitive, I begin to beg, "Arden oh please Arden, I need you Arden, Oh god"

Arden's POV

Hearing her beg with so much desperation made my cock even harder if that was even possible. Is there nothing this woman won't do to me?

Reaching over her, I unclasp her wrists, needing to feel those beautiful soft hands all over me. Pulling her forward int me more, we sit hugging each other, our legs entwined as they hang over the sides of the chaise, she grabs my hair in her hands ripping my head back so she can claim my lips in her own. The way she kissed me, hard and fast, her tongue dancing with my own as we rock up and down in each other's firm grip. Her hands drop from my hair, to run down my back, her nails leaving a trail of our passion.

I bite at her lip as I struggle not to blurt out those three special words, words we haven't expressed yet. I refuse to tell her during sex, even as intimate as it has been between us, I want to give her that grand gesture. She needs to know I love her, when I am worshiping more than just her sexy as fuck body.

Emerson leans back from me, only to place her hands on my chest and push me down to lay back on the chaise. She realigns herself, making sure that I am not hurting her as I thrust deep inside her, her soft hands dipping trenches with her nails in my chest. She rocks herself in a slow but steady pace, throwing her head back as the ecstasy from combined tension builds inside her again. Watching her from this angle, enjoying the bounce of her breasts with every move, the sway of her hair as she rocks her hips increasing the friction between my shaft and her tight walls, the sounds she makes as gets closer and closer to exploding, my own eruption closing in on us too as I realize that at this point onward, I never want to feel this with anyone but her. She has become my everything, and I will be damned if I don't make sure she stays that way.

I grip her hips as I begin to lose control of my arousal, my hot cum spurting deep in her as she too screams out my name, her walls clenching around me as her body shakes over me, she drops her body to lay across my chest as her climax ripples over her in waves, her body so overstimulated from the night we'd shared to hold any longer. I wrap my arms around her, entwining my fingers through her long luscious hair and caress her face as she continues to shudder, the pulsing reducing after a few minutes.

"Arden" she whispered; her voice hoarse from the multitude of screams this night had.

"Yes, love?"

"Thank you"

"Your pleasure is my pleasure, love" I mumble, kissing her head again.

"Still, thank you. Thank you for seeing in me what I never knew I needed."

I had to chuckle at this, as I begin to realize exactly what she's thanking me for. She's not thanking me loving her, no because I haven't told her that yet. She could be thanking me for multiple orgasms, but since this is standard occurrence when we are intimate, I don't think that's it, no I think she is thanking me for pointing out something she would not have known without testing her boundaries. She is thanking me for showing her that 'vanilla' is not her preferred flavor. She is thanking me for an experience that was only possible because of her!

She is thanking me, because of all the people in her life, she can still keep me, because she's experienced too much loss

"Emerson, my love, I know we need to rest again, but I'd like to take you home and cuddle you in bed. Come on sweetheart, I need to get dressed.

Lifting her off my cock, I place her down on the chaise while I wipe away the residue from between her legs, before handing her dress to her. She looks up and smiles at me with the most satisfied and spent, lazy smile I had ever seen. She let out a giggle, before slipping her dress back on. Stepping up and turning away from me, she signalled for assistance.

"Would you mind Arden, babe, I can't quite reach the zip?"

Not being able to resist to temptation, I take the opportunity to run my hand up her bare back, before fastening the zip, then grabbing her hips, pull her back against me so she could see that yet again she has already aroused me, my cock hard and aching to come out. The cheeky little minx then gave her bum a quick wiggle against my dick, lifting my hands to slip into that low neckline and cup her boobs, feeling her nipples erect and pressing into my welcoming hands.

"Emerson, love, what are you doing?"

"Playing......didn't you say we were here to play....."

Fuck me, we aren't going to make it home tonight, are we?