Lying on her back, a blindfold tied tightly over her eyes, her hands cuffed to the bed above her head, both of her ankles spread wide and chained to the foot of the bed, Mia struggled for air. A few days ago, she would've never guessed Beau was capable of making her feel this way, but now that he had her secured so tightly to the bed she could hardly move, spread so wide he could surely see all the way to her soul, she knew he was just as capable of taking her over the edge as Sam was, and in many ways, possibly even more capable. After all, Beau knew how to make her feel both sexy dirty and cherished, something Sam never had a handle on.
Beau's tongue swirled around her most sensitive area as he pulled, licked, sucked, nipped her. Her pussy was already drenched with her own juices, but having his mouth there had her arching her back as best she could with such limited movement, trying to suck air into her lungs. Her muscles spasmed around his face, and all she could get out of her mouth was a low groan.
A few times, Beau had forgotten he wasn't supposed to care if she was enjoying herself and asked her if she liked what he was doing. Now, after her audible approval of his methods, he said, "Shut your mouth, bitch." It almost sounded like he meant it, and she felt her stomach muscles tighten, as if she were in trouble. Beau sucked her clit into his mouth, pulling on it tight enough for it to burn and then nipped it with his teeth before he withdrew his mouth from between her legs, leaving her panting but happy for the reprieve.
It didn't last long. With her eyes covered, she had no idea what he was doing until his dick slammed inside of her, stretching her to capacity in one fluid motion. He pulled back out as she attempted to catch her breath, head tilted toward the ceiling. Before she could even regain her composure, he was in her again, harder this time, somehow, jarring her entire body. "God, Beau!" she grunted as he pulled back out.
Several more times, he shoved himself inside of her and pulled out completely, leaving her pussy quaking with each blow. When he finally decided to stay inside of her, it was one of the roughest fucks she could imagine. He was certainly being assertive as he unleashed his wild side on top of her, sucking so hard on her tits she imagined they had to have elongated to at least twice their normal size.
Mia reached the height of her passion long before Beau was finished, and he kept her there, growling obscenities in her ear, calling her all sorts of dirty names. Her ribs ached from attempting to suck in air that wouldn't come, and her exposed breasts were sore and swollen, but the waves of pleasure that continued to pulsate through her body as he crashed into her again and again made it all worth it.
When Beau had finally had enough, he pulled out, cramming his dick into her mouth just as his seed left him. Mia lapped it up, shocked at first at the sudden intrusion, but then sucking it down like a greedy little girl wanting candy. When it was all gone, she wanted more, more of his essence, more of him.
Beau collapsed on the bed, his breathing just as labored as hers was. She knew he'd return to the sweet man who worshiped her momentarily, but for now, he was still the bastard who commanded her in the bedroom. The fact that he could be both made it clear to her that she'd made the right decision in giving Sam up once and for all.
Later, as soon as Beau had recovered, he went into the adjoining bathroom and ran a bubble bath for Mia, filling it with all sorts of lovely smelling salts and oils. As she soaked, letting her sore body heal and revitalize itself, he carefully washed every square inch of her body, leaning over the edge of the large tub, still naked. Mia had a lovely view of his firm ass in the mirror behind him.
"Why don't you get in?" she asked him as he cleaned her back with a fragrant body wash.
"I told you. This is your bath. You've earned it."
She smiled at him, thinking he'd earned whatever would make him happy, too. It wasn't as if he was managing the bedroom the way he was because he enjoyed it. That was solely because she had asked him to do so.
Beau stood, kissing her gently on the lips, and then crossing the room to get a soft towel out of the warmer. Mia wasn't sure she was ready to get out yet, but she would certainly let him take his time drying her and readying her for bed. It had been a long day, and she was exhausted.
He lifted her out of the tub, wrapping her in the large towel, and moved her to a settee in the corner of the bathroom where he took his time drying her and then slid a silk nighty over her head. "Are you ready for bed, beautiful?" Beau asked her.
Mia nodded, gently stroking his cheek with her palm. "Thank you, Beau. You're so amazing. You certainly know how to make me feel special."
He kissed her, his lips lingering on hers, his tongue sliding around hers seductively. But when he pulled back, she saw more than just desire in his eyes. "I love you, Mia. I've told you before. You're all I can think about. What would you say about the possibility of you moving in here?"
Mia's eyebrows arched. Of course, she'd thought it might be a possibility in the future. But now?
Deciding now wasn't the time to make such a rash decision, she said, "Let me think about it."
Beau nodded, kissed her again, and then lifted her to carry her into his own bedroom where she was certain he'd hold her gently in his strong arms all night long.