Hottie of the Week: David Beckham

I don't know much about sports, nor do I care much but I do know enough to know that dear David plays soccer.  Probably one of the sexies men to ever grace the field.

Bared to You: A Crossfire Novel by Sylvia Day #3

“Get naked. Like now.”

He laughed as he toed off his sneakers and yanked his tank over his head.

Oh my God… seeing him in the flesh – all of him, as his shorts hit the floor – was synapse frying. There wasn’t an ounce of excess flesh on him anywhere, just hard slabs of honed muscle. He had washboard abs and that super sexy V of muscle on his pelvis that Cary called the Loin of Apollo. Gideon didn’t wax his chest like Cary did, but he groomed with the same care he showed to the rest of his body. He was pure primal male, the embodiment of everything I coveted, fantasized about, and wished for.

“I’ve died and gone to heaven,” I said, staring unabashedly.

“You’re still dressed.” He attacked my clothes, whipping my loosened top off before I took a full breath. My pants were wrestled down and I kicked my shoes off in such a hurry that I lost my balance and fell on the bed. I barely caught my breath before he was on me.

We rooled across the mattress in a tangle. Everywhere he touched me left trails of fire behind. The clean, hardworking scent of his skin was an aphrodisiac and intoxicant at once, spurring my desire for him until I felt like I was about to lose my mind.

“You’re so beautiful, Eva.” He plumped one breast in his hand before taking my nipple in his mouth.

I cried out at the scorching heat and the lash of his tongue, my core tightening with every soft suck. My hands were greedy as they slid over his sweat-damp skin, stroking and kneading, searching for the spots that made him growl and moan. I scissored my legs with his and tried to roll him, but he was too heavy and too strong.

He lifted his head and smiled down at me. “It’s my turn this time.”

What I felt for him in that moment, seeing that smile and the heat in his eyes, was so intense it was painful. Too fast, I thought. I was falling too fast. “Gideon – “

He kissed me deeply, licking into my mouth in that way of his. I thought he could really make me come with just a kiss, if we stayed at it long enough. Everything about him turned me on, from the way he looked and felt beneath my hands to the way he watched me and touched me. His greed and the silent demands he made on my body, the forcefulness with which he pleasured me and took his pleasure in return, drove me wild.

I ran my hands through the wet silk of his hair. The crips hairs on his chest teased my tightened nipples, and the feel of his rock-hard body against mine was enough to make me wet and needy.

“I love your body,” he whispered, his lips moving across my cheek to my throat. His hand caressed the length of my torso from breast to hip. “I can’t get enough of it.”

“You haven’t had very much of it yet,” I teased.

“I don’t think I’ll ever have enough.” Nibbling and licking across my shoulder, he slid down and caught my other nipple between his teeth. He tugged and the tiny dart of pain had my back arching on a soft cry. He soothed the sting with a soft suck, then kissed his way downward. “I’ve never wanted anything this badly.”

“Then do me!”

“Not yet,” he murmured, moving lower, rimming my navel with the tip of his tongue. “You’re not ready yet.”

“What? Ah, God… I can’t get any readier.” I tugged on his hair, trying to pull him up.

Gideon caught my wrists and pinned them to the mattress. “You have a tight little cunt, Eva. I’ll bruise you if I don’t get you soft and relaxed.”

A violent shiver of  arousal moved through me. It turned me on when he talked so bluntly about sex. Then he slid lower and I tensed. “No, Gideon. I need to shower for that.”

He bured his face in my cleft and I struggled against his hold, flushed with sudden shame. He nipped at my inner thigh with his teeth. “Stop it.”

“Don’t. Please. You don’t have to do that.”

His glare stilled my frantic movements. “Do you think I feel differently about your body than you do mine?” he asked harshly. “I want you, Eva.”

I licked my dry lips, so crazily turned on my his animal need that I couldn’t form a single word. He growled softly and dove for the slick flesh between my legs. His tongue pushed into me, licking and parting the sensitive tissues. My hips churned restlessly, my body silently begging for more. It felt so good I could’ve wept.

“God, Eva. I’ve wanted my mouth on your cunt every day since I met you.”

As the velvet softness of this tongue flickered over my swollen clit, my head pressed hard into the pillow. “Yes . Like that. Make me come.”

He did, with the gentlest of suction and hard lick. I writhed as the orgasm jolted through me, my core tensing violently, my limbs shaking. His tongue thrust into my sex as it convulsed, rippling along the shallow penetration, trying to pull him deeper. His groans vibrated against my swollen flesh, goading the climax to roll on and on. Tears stung my eyes and coursed down my temples, the physical pleasure destroying the wall that kept my emotions at bay.

And Gideon didn’t stop.  He circled the trembling entrance to my body with the tip of his tongue and lapped at my throbbing clit until I quickened again. Two fingers pushed inside me, curving and stroking. I was so sensitive I thrashed against the onslaught. When he drew on my clit with steady, rhythmic suction, I came again, crying out hoarsely. Then he had three fingers in me, twisting and opening me.

“No.” My head tossed from side to side, every inch of my skin tingling and burning. “No more.”

“Once more,” he coaxed hoarsely. “Once more, then I’ll fuck you.”

“I can’t…”

“You will.” He blew a slow stream of air over my wet flesh, the coolness over fevered skin reawakening raw nerve endings. “I love watching you come, Eva. Love hearing the sounds you make, the way your body quivers…”

He massaged a tender spot inside me and an orgasm pulsed through me in a slow, heated roll of delight, no less devastating for being gentler than the two before it.

His weight and heat left me. In a distant corner of my dazed mind, I heard a drawer opening, followed swiftly by the sound of foil tearing. The mattress dipped as he returned, his hands rough now as he yanked me down to the centre of the bed. He stretched himself on top of me, pinning me, tucking his forearms on the outside of my biceps and pressing them to my sides, capturing me.

My gaze was riveted to his austerely beautiful face. His features were harsh with lust, his skin stretched tight over his cheekbones and jaw. His eyes were so dark and dilated they were black, and I knew I was staring into the face of a man who’d passed the limits of his control. It was important to me that he’d made it that far for my benefit and that he’d done so to pleasure and prepare me for what I knew would be a hard ride.

My hands fisted in the bedspread, anticipation building. He’d made sure I got mine, over and over again. This would be for him.

“Fuck me,” I ordered, daring him with my eyes.

“Eva.” He snapped out my name as he rammed into me, sinking balls-deep in one fierce drive.

I gasped. He was big, hard as stone, and so damn deep. The connection was startling intense. Emotionally. Mentally. I’d never felt so completely…taken. Possessed.

I wouldn’t have thought I could bar to be restrained during sex, not with my past being what it was, but Gideon’s total domination of my body ratcheted my desire to an outrageous level. I’d never been so hot for it in my life, which seemed insane after what I’d experienced with him so far.

I clenched around him, relished the feel of him inside me, filling me.

His hips ground against mine, prodding as if to say, Feel me? I’m in you. I own you.

His entire body hardened, the muscles of his chest and arms straining as he pulled out to the tip. The rigid tightening of his abs was the only warning I got before he slammed forward. Hard.

I cried out and his chest rumbled with a low, primitive sound.

“Christ… you feel so good.”

Tightening his hold, he started fucking me, nailing my hips to the mattress with wildly fierce drives. Pleasure ripped through me again, pushing through me with every hot shove of his body into mine. Like this, I thought.  I want you just like this.

He buried his face in my neck and held me tightly in place, plunging hard and fast, gasping raw, heated sex words that made me crazed with desire. “I’ve never been so hard and thick. I’m so deep in you…I can feel it against my stomach… feel my dick pounding into you.”

I’d thought of this round as his, and yet he was still with me, still focused on me, swiveling his hips to stroke pleasure through my melting core. I was desperate for him, my nails digging into his pumping hips, struggling with the grinding urge to rock into the ferocious thrusts of his big cock.

We were dripping in sweat, our skin hot and slicked together, our chests heaving for air. As an orgasm brewed like a storm inside me, everything tightened and clenched, squeezing. He cursed and shoved one hand beneath my hip, cupping my rear and lifting me into his thrusts so that his cock head stroked over and over the spot that ached for him.

“Come, Eva,” he ordered harshly. “Come now.”

I climaxed in a rush that had me sobbing his name, the sensation enhaced and magnified by the way he’d confined my body. He threw his head back, shuddering

“Ah, Eva!” he clasped me so tightly I couldn’t breathe, his hips pumping as he came long and hard.

Special Treat

In celebration of Zac Efron's win at the Teen Choice Awards... here you are ladies... best part? He's legal.

Hottie of the Week: Jared Padalecki

I don't want to leave Jensen all alone. It's so hard to choose between the two of them, it's like asking a person if they like strawberry ice cream better or chocolate. Honey, at the end of the day, they're both damned good and I'll lick them both.

Also from Supernatural: Jared Padalecki

Give Her a Sexy Back Rub

 

Step #1: Set the Mood
You need to make her feel comfortable long before the first touch. Lay a towel on the bed to block any stains from the massage oil. Have her remove her clothing above the waist and then lie on the towel facedown. Use candlelight and yes, go ahead, cue some mood music. (Try the band Air, not Enya.)

Step #2: Be Smooth
Attacking her back with your bare hands will create friction and discomfort. Instead, use almond oil or her favourite body lotion. Remember to warm the oil with your hands or, better yet, the microwave. Just pour it into a microwave-safe container and heat for 10 to 20 seconds. Make sure to test the temperature before it touches her skin.

Step #3: Plan Her Pleasure
Like great sex, a great massage requires a warmup, varying intensities, and a cool-down. Ready to start?

Move #1: The Circle Back
Make circles in opposite directions with both palms, slowly moving all over her back and shoulders. Vary the size of the circles and the pressure you apply as you move up and down her back. Periodically switch the direction of your circles. Because this move is less intense, it's a good one for starting and ending the massage.

Move #2: The Heart Warmer
Place your hands on each side of her lower back about half an inch from her spine, and gently lean into your palms. Applying pressure, glide your hands up her back to her neck and then outward along her shoulder blades. Continuing the motion, bring your hands to the start position, completing a heart-shaped route.

Move #3: The Spine Tingler
Starting at her lower back, place your thumbs on each side of her spine and slowly rub your thumbs into the muscles, avoiding direct contact with her spine. Alternate hands, spending a few seconds in each spot before moving your thumbs up an inch. Work to her nape and then back down. Repeat the movement several times.

Move #4: Bring It Home
Aim for a 15-minute session. She'll be plenty relaxed - and you won't develop muscle cramps. To bring the massage to a gentle conclusion, place your hands in the centre of her back and hold them there for 10 seconds. Then leave the room for a minute or two so she can come back to reality. Accept her high praises.

By From the Editors of Men's Health

Night at the Casino by Lady D

“Hit me.”

The suspense is killing me. A lot is riding on what happens now. I hold my breath as the anticipation builds. I start to doubt myself.  It was an impulsive decision, one I may seriously regret.

I start to have doubts as I look at the 7 and 3 on the table in front of me.

“Ace – that makes 21 and black jack. Congratulations”

I start at the chips the dealer is placing in front of me. I do a mental calculation in my head. Wow! That’s $5,000!

I release the breath I was holding in.  I started at the table a few hours ago with just $200 to my name. I came to have fun and I’m leaving with a lot more than what I came with.

Now that I’m no longer distracted by the cards in front of me, I look across the table at the man sitting in the far seat.  He has the most incredible blue eyes I have ever seen. Once I was able to pull away from staring at his eyes, my stare traveled to his mouth. His lips looked so soft and kissable. I wondered what he would taste like.

Our eyes meet again, he’s smiling at me. Impressed perhaps? Happy for my win?

I’m smiling like a fool myself. Whether from the win, the attention he’s been giving me all night or all the mojito’s I’ve consumed while at the Black Jack table. I’ve lost track of the count. There was always a full glass at my elbow. Which is probably why I just took that incredible gamble – but it did pay off in the end.

 I watch as his long, slender fingers play with his last two chips. My thoughts turn a little naughty. I imagine what it would be like to nibble on those fingers.

It must be the mojitos, I keep thinking about inviting this man, a complete stranger up to my room.
He taps the table in front of him, indicating to the dealer he wants another card. He pauses as he assesses the situation. A count of 12. Ouch. I don’t envy this decision. He taps again. Bust.

“Well, that’s it for me I guess,” Mr. Hottie looks my way and finishes with, “Maybe my luck will be better somewhere else.”

He’s looking straight at me when he’s saying these words.  He tosses his last two chips at the dealer for a tip. Generous, I like that. I stare down at the pile of chips in front of me. I should walk away now anyhow.  It would be a shame to lose any of it now.

“I’m going to quit while I’m ahead,” I hear myself say. I scope up my chips and stuff them into my little clutch purse. I can cash them in any time.  Right now, I’m on a mission.

Mr. Hottie disappeared in the general direction of the elevator. He must be heading back to his room. I take an alternate route so it doesn’t look like I’m following him but head in the same general direction.

 I check my appearance in one of the mirrored pillars as I walk by. I straighten my little red dress, and tuck a stray hair behind my ear. I knew this dress would bring me luck. I fell in love with it as soon as I saw it in the store. It wasn’t too revealing but hugged my curves in all the right places.

I keep my eyes on the other side of the slots where Mr. Hottie has disappeared. I think I catch a glimpse of him, looking over his shoulder with a smile on his face. Does he know I’m following him? More importantly, does he want me to follow him?

My heart is beating so quickly. Am I making the right decision? I don’t even know this guy’s name, yet I’m actively pursuing him.

I walk past the last row of slots and there he is. He’s leaning casually against the walk across from the elevator. When he sees me, he walks over to the elevator and pushes the button. I continue on my path towards the elevator and the door opens just as I reach it.

“After you,” Mr. Hottie murmurs in a husky voice and smiles at me.

There’s no turning back now. I take a deep breath and step onto the elevator. I move to the far corner while Mr. Hottie steps in behind me and the doors close. He doesn’t even ask me what floor. He pushes the top floor – he’s in a penthouse. Holy!  No wonder he didn’t seem too concerned by the money he lost at the table.

We stand staring at each other for a moment. He takes one step towards me in hesitation. I don’t make a move, I just stare at him through my eye lashes. He closes the distance between us and I lift my head as our lips collide in a searing kiss. My body bursts into flames and desire courses through my veins.

His lips are as soft as they look and they feel incredible.  His tongue dives into my mouth, twirling with my tongue, tasting, teasing.

My hands are in his hair, everything about him is soft and he smells so good!  The smell of him is intoxicating. He pulls my body closer until we’re molded together, his hips pushing mine into the wall of the elevator. One of his hands caressing my thigh, slowly pushing my dress up higher.  My breath catches as his hands start to caress my heated core. He sure is moving quickly, but for some reason I can’t find a good reason to stop him.

He pulls his mouth away, with a ragged breathe he gasps, “Andre, my name is Andre.”

“Linda.”

“Nice to meet you Linda.” He bends in for another peck as the elevator arrives at its designation.

I straighten my dress as the doors slide open, and Andre walks into the hallway. He takes a hotel key out of his back pocket and opens the door for me. I walk into his hotel room and gasp in astonishment at the beauty of the room.

There’s marble everywhere. The living room consists of a large ivory couch and love seat set. A flat screen TV covers most of the far wall and the tables are made of glass. There’s so much to take in. I’m suddenly intimidated and wonder what I’ve gotten myself into.

“Can I interest you in a glass of champagne Linda?” Well, at least he remembered my name. I start to wonder what he saw in me, he can obviously have his pick of women.

I have so many questions, but I don’t want to appear too nosey.

“Nice place you have here Andre. Do you stay here often?” I think of my little room I have many floors down, with a single double bed. I saved up for over a year to take this trip.

“I come to town often for business. The hotel knows what I like when I visit. I leave enough money at the tables, they can surely afford to keep me in comfort when I’m here,” Andre doesn’t say much more than that. He walks over to side buffet table. He opens a door in the side of the storage unit and pulls out a bottle of champagne. There are glasses on top already. Was he expecting company? Does he do this for many women? I decide to ask him.

“So do you entertain many women while you’re in town on business? You don’t have someone waiting for you at home, do you?” I’m suddenly concerned I’m about to become the second woman.

Andre walks over with a filled glass of champagne and hands it to me.

“No darling, I’m not in the habit of bringing women back to my room. Something about you intrigued me. I have to admit I couldn’t take my eyes off you all night,”  he responds.

I know, I could feel them.

I take a delicious sip of champagne and thing about my next move. Will he still let me walk out if I want? Do I want to leave? No.

“You took a lot of chances playing Black Jack tonight. You remind me of myself. And now you’re sitting here in front of me now. You didn’t even know my name. You’re a risk taker. Do you like the exhilaration you get from taking risks?” he asks me.

Do I? I certainly never thought of myself as a risk taker. The ladies at the office would laugh at me if I even suggested the idea. Plain old Linda. Taking this trip was one of the craziest things I’ve done my entire life.

“Come, I want to show you something.” Andre grabs my free hand and pulls me towards a pair of glass doors on the other side of the living room. We walk out onto the balcony and gaze out over the city. There are lights in every direction you look. The neon lights eliminate the night sky. It must be shortly after midnight but you can see every detail of the buildings below. It’s absolutely beautiful.

We walk to the railing and stand there sipping champagne and taking in the view.  I shiver as the night air starts to seep into my skin. Andre must have felt the tremor as he wraps his arm around me.

“So what brings you here Linda. You don’t seem to be cut from the same cloth as the women who live here.” Is it that obvious?

“I needed a break from life, a little adventure I guess. I’ve been planning this trip for so long. It’s always been a dream of mine to come here.” I suddenly feel comfortable with him and it’s so relaxing standing here in his arms.

I feel Andre’s body shift a bit and he starts to nuzzle and kiss my neck. He’s sending shivers down my back.   I turn slightly in his arms and he softly kisses my mouth, taking his time. His feathery kisses are warming me from the inside.  His kiss deepens and I part my mouth so his tongue can slip in. Rubbing my tongue with his tongue so slowly, so sensually. Now this is how a man makes love to a woman. I feel like I’m being worshipped.

I start to get light headed from all the attention, my head tips back and Andre takes full advantage by trailing kisses all the way down my exposed neck, down to the low cleavage of my dress.  His hot kisses scorch my skin. He gently pulls the shoulders of my dress down my arms and my breasts become exposed to his exploration. His tongue laps at my nipples; harden by both desire and the chilled night air.  Gently sucking on my nipples, his warm hand cups my other breast, gently kneading causing desire to course through my body.

I’m panting with desire and all I can think is that I want more. Now.

Andre must be reading my mind.

“Let’s go inside, I’ll get you some more champagne,” Andre says. Not like I need any more.

Andre walks over to the bottle he left out on the table, fills our glasses again, then come back over to me and starts to pull me towards another closed door.

“Come. Let’s get to know each other a little better.” I’m sure he doesn’t have talking in mind, but I want him so bad right now I’m willing to follow him. Just what I was looking for, right? More adventure? Well, honey, I think you found it.

I had pulled my dress back up when I came inside the apartment so my breasts were not fully exposed again. The curtains are open and the city lights set a light ambience in the room that almost seems romantic.

 “Are you sure about this?” he asks softly, looking at me seriously?

I nod my head; I don’t trust my voice at this point. How can I say no at this point? Mr. Hottie himself is standing in front of me, just begging me to allow him to pleasure me. I know he’s going to be a good lover, he’s already shown how skilled he is with his kisses.

“Good,” he sighs. He grabs the glass out of my hand and places it on the dresser behind him.

Turning back around, he reaches for me and I step into him while our lips connect again. The electricity seems to ignite between us. There’s no denying we have chemistry together.  My arms curl around his head, pulling him down to me while he grabs my hips and pulls me against him. His hands slowly work their way up my back to my zipper.  My dress cascades down my body to land in a pile at my feet. I’m standing in front of this complete stranger in nothing but my lacy panties and high heel shoes. Instead of being ashamed, I’m completely exhilarated. What has gotten into me?

I start to work on his buttons on his shirt, and slowly making my way down to his pants. Andre helps me with his belt and just as quickly his clothes are on a pile beside mine. 

Andre lifts me up and carries me to the bed.  Gently laying me down on the bed, I move myself over to the centre of the bed and Andre follows me. His hands are all over my body, caressing and teasing me. His mouth follows his hands, tasting every inch of my skins. I lie back on the bed and let him do as he pleases. He seems to know what he’s doing, why should I stop him now.

My legs are pushed apart so he can have access to my wet pussy.  His fingers slip underneath my panties, and start to softly caress my clit.

“Mmmmmmmm,” I moan loudly. I can’t wait to have his cock inside me.  I lay back for a while, letting him send shivers through my body. His finger slips inside me, then back out to play with my sensitive nub.

I’m getting anxious. My hips start to bounce off the bed, coming up to meet his hand when he thrusts it into me. Andre takes a minute to pull my panties off. He leaves the bed for a moment.  When he comes back, his underwear is also gone and he has a condom in his hand.

He crawls back up beside me for another deep kiss while his hand strays down to pleasure me some more.  I decide to return the favor and reach down to his cock. I find I’m pleasantly surprised by what my hand encounters. His member is hard like a rock and ready for me. I slowly caress his cock, sliding my hand down to his balls, then back up to the tip of his penis where I rub my thumb back and forth.

Andre sits back a bit so he can slip the condom over his ridged cock. He looks back down at me panting with need.  He smirks as he knows exactly what I need – that large cock in me.

I open my legs and arms to him, accepting him in. His glorious cock slides into my tight, wet pussy. I moan at the sensation of him filling me. Reaching out for his shoulders and grabbing hold. I think I’m in for a wild ride.  Slowly, Andre starts to move up and down on me. The exquisite feeling of his deep thrusts causes surges of pleasure through my body.  I arch my body up to meet his every thrust. I close my eyes from the sheer pleasure I’m experiencing.

Andre’s head dips down to my breasts and sucks hard on my nipples. His hands seem to be everywhere, touching every inch of my body. He blows on my wet nipples then gently attacks them with his teeth. A mixture of pleasure and pain,  everything he does seems to send a surge straight to my inner core.

He sits back and pulls my hips to him, continuing to thrust deep into me. I’m like a rag doll in his hands, allowing him to do what he pleases. His thumb sneaks down to my clit and I can feel myself get even wetter.

“Get up Linda, go on your hands and knees,” he tells me.

I do as I’m told, put a pile of pillows under my stomach and he takes me from behind. He has full access to my back side, which he caresses gently and lowers his head to bath my skin with more hot wet kisses. His hands travel underneath to my stomach, spanning the distances of my hips. Reaching higher up, he gently cups my breasts. My nipples rub against the inside of his palms with every thrust. Rocking back and forth on my knees, I slam my hips back to match each thrust.

His cock seems to reach right to my core, and I love the feeling of his body draped across my back. So much skin contact, it feels like we are truly one body.

Deeper still, Andre holds my hips in place while continues his assault on my senses. Pulling his cock almost all the way out, then thrusting back in to me hard. It’s like he’s trying to tease me by pulling all the way out. Over and over again he thrusts back into me, until I feel like I’m going to pass out from the shear pleasure.

He flips me over one more time so I’m on my back again.

Andre grabs one of my legs and lifts it to his shoulder and enters me. Oh my god! I’m not sure how much more I can handle. My breathing is already accelerated and coming out in gasps. But he’s not done, he reaches down for my other leg and swings that one up to his other shoulder. My back end is completely off the bed, suspended by his hips and Andre continues his sweet assault.  I swear I feel like I’m going to be split in half. That or I’m going to burst from the sensation.  I can’t decide which.

I dig my nails into Andre’s arms as I feel myself climbing higher and higher. His thrusts are coming quicker and deeper. I’m not sure how much more I can handle. Just as I think that, Andre reaches between us to play with my clit.

It’s more than I can handle – I explode around him, screaming my release. I’m sure the whole world heard me. Moments later, Andre finds his own release and collapses beside me on the bed.

We’re both panting from the exertion, but Andre finds the strength to lean over and give me a chaste kiss on the lips. He murmurs something like, “that was great,” but I’m only half listening. I’m still recovering.

A little while later after Andre and I have recovered our clothes off the floor, and have sampled some of the room service Andre had ordered up, I realise it’s  3am and I need to get some sleep.

“Are you going to be in town for a while longer?” Andre asks me.

“My plane flights out tomorrow at 4:00,” I respond. He looks disappointed by my response. I feel how he looks.

“If you ever find yourself back in the city, be sure to look me up,” he replies. Sure, who do I ask for? The hottie that was staying up in the pent house?  I think it but don’t say a word.  Adventure. Once in a life time opportunity. That’s what I was looking for and that’s exactly what I got.

I smile up at him as he kisses me one last time.

“Good bye Andre, I really enjoyed myself.” I find myself saying.

Andre holds the hotel door open for me and watches me as I get on the elevator. One last wave and I disappear behind the steel doors of the elevator. Will our paths ever cross again?

50 Shades of Gray by E.L. Woods

Kneeling by the door, I am naked except for my panties.  My heart is in my mouth.  Jeez, I thought after the bathroom he would have had enough. The man is insatiable, or maybe all men are like him.  I have no idea, no one to compare him to.  Closing my eyes, I try to calm myself down, to connect with my inner sub.  She’s there somewhere, hiding behind my inner goddess.

Anticipation runs bubbling like soda through my veins.  What will he do?  I take a deep, steady breath, but cannot deny it, I’m excited, aroused, wet already. This is so… I want to think wrong, but somehow it’s not.  It’s right for Christian. It’s what he wants – and after the last few days… after all he’s done, I have to man up and take whatever he decides he wants, whatever he thinks he needs.

The memory of his look when I came in this evening, the longing in his face, his determined stride toward me like I was an oasis in the desert.  I’d do almost anything to see that look again.  I press my thighs together at the delicious memory, and it reminds me that I need to spread my knees. I shuffle them apart.  How long will me make me wait? The wait is crippling me, crippling me with a dark and tantalizing desire.  I glance quickly around the subtly lit room: the cross, the couch, the bench…that bed.  It looms so large, and it’s made up with red satin sheets. Which piece of apparatus will he use?

The door opens and Christian breezes in, ignoring me completely. I glance down quickly, staring at my hands, positioned with care on my spread thighs. Placing something on the large chest beside the door, he strolls casually toward the bed. I indulge myself a quick glimpse at him, and my heart almost lurches to a stop.  He’s naked except for those soft ripped jeans, top button casually undone.  Jeez, he looks so freaking hot. My subconscious is frantically fanning herself, and my inner goddess is swaying and writhing to some primal carnal rhythm. She’s so ready. I lick my lips instinctively. My blood pounds through my body, thick and heavy with salacious hunger. What is he going to do to me?

Turning, he nonchalantly walks back to the chest of drawers.  Opening one, he begins to remove items and place them on the top.  My curiosity burns, blazes even, but I resist the overwhelming temptation to sneak a quick peek.  When he finishes what he’s doing, he comes to stand in front of me. I can see his naked feet, and I want to kiss every inch of them… run my tongue over his instep, suck each of his toes. Holy shit.

“You look lovely,” he breathes.

I keep my head down, conscious that he’s staring at me while I am practically naked. I feel the flush as it slowly spreads over my face. He bends down and cups my chin, forcing my face up to meet his gaze.

“You are one beautiful woman, Anastasia. And you’re all mine,” he murmurs. “Stand up.” His command is soft, full of sensual promise.

Shakily, I get to my feet.

“Look at me,” he breathes, and I stare up into his smoldering gaze. It is his Dom gaze – cold, hard, and sexy as hell, seven shades of sin in one enticing look. My mouth dries, and I know I will do anything he asks. An almost cruel smile plays across his lips.

“We don’t have a signed contract, Anastasia.  But we’ve discussed limits. And I want to reiterate we have safewords, okay?”

Holy fuck…what has he got planned that I need safewords?

“What are them?” he asks authoritatively.

I front slightly at his question, and his face hardens perceptibly.

“Yellow,” I mumble.

“And?” he prompts, his mouth setting a hard line.

“Red,”  I breathe.

“Remember those.”

And I can’t help it… I raise my eyebrows at him and am about to remind him of my GPA, but the sudden frosty glint in his icy gray eyes stops me in my tracks.

“Don’t start with your smart mouth in here, Miss Steele. Or I will fuck it with you on your knees.  Do you understand?”

I swallow instinctively. Okay. I blink rapidly, chastened. Actually, it’s his tone of voice, rather than the threat, that intimidates me.

“Well?”

“Yes, Sir,” I mumble hastily.

“Good girl,” he pauses as he stares at me. “My intention is not that you should use the safeword because you’re in pain. What I intend to do to you will be intense. Very intense, and you have to guide me. Do you understand?”

No really. Intense? Wow.

“This is about touch Anastasia. You will not be able to see me or hear me. But you’ll be able to feel me.”

I frown – no hear him? How is that going to work? He turns, and I hadn’t noticed that above the chest is a sleek, flat, matte black box. As he waves his hand in front, the box splits in half: two doors slide open revealing a CD player and a host of buttons. Christian presses several of the buttons in sequence.  Nothing happens, but he seems satisfied.  I am mystified. When he turns to face me again, he wears his small I-have-a-secret smile.

“I’m going to tie you to that bed, Anastasia. But I’m going to blindfold you first and,” he reveals his iPod in his hand, “you will not be able to hear me. All  you will hear is the music I am going to play for you.”

Okay. A musical interlude. Not what I was expecting. Does he ever do what I expect?  Jeez, I hope it’s not rap.

“Come.” Taking my hand, he leads me over to the antique four-post bed. There are shackles attached at each corner, fine metal chains with leather cuffs, glinting against the red satin.

Oh boy, I think my heart is going to jump out of my chest, and I’m melting from the inside out, desire coursing through me. Could I be any more excited?

“Stand here.”

I am facing the bed. He leans down and whispers in my ear.

“Wait here. Keep your eyes on the bed. Picture yourself lying here bound and totally at my mercy.”

Oh my.

He moves away for a moment, and I can hear him near the door fetching something. All my senses are hyperalert, my hearing more acute.  He’s picked up something from the rack of whips and paddles by the door. Holy cow. What is he going to do?

I feel him behind me.  He takes my hair, pulls it into a ponytail behind me, and starts to braid it.

“While I like your pigtails, Anastasia, I am impatient to have you right now. So one will have to do.” His  voice is low, soft.

His deft fingers skim my back occasionally as they work down my hair, and each casual touch is like a sweet, electric shock against my skin. He fastens the end with a hair tie, then gently tugs the braid so that I’m forced to step back flush against him. He pulls again to the side so that I angle my head, giving him easier access to my neck. Leaning down, he nuzzles my neck, tracing his teeth and tongue from the base of my ear to my shoulder. He hums softly as he does, and the sound resonates through me. Rigth down… right down there, inside me. Unbidden, I groan quietly.

“Hush now,” he breathes against my skin. He holds up his hands in front of me, his arms touching mine. In his right hand is a flogger. I remember the name from my first introduction to this room.

“Touch it,” he whispers, and he sounds like the devil himself. My body flames in response.  Tentatively, I reach out and brush the long strands. It has many long fronds, all soft suede with small beads at the end.

“I will use this. It will not hurt, but it will bring your blood to the surface of your skin and make you very sensitive.”

Oh, he says it won’t hurt.

“What are the safewords, Anastasia?”

“Um… ‘yellow’ and ‘red’, Sir,” I whisper.

“Good girl. Remember, most of your fear is in your mind.”

He drops the flogger on the bed, and his hands move to my waist.

“You won’t be needing these,” he murmurs, and hooks his fingers into my panties and sweeps them down my legs. I step unsteadily out of them, supporting myself on the ornate post of the bed.

“Stand still,” he orders, and he kisses my behind and then gently nips me twice, making me tense. “Now line down. Face up,” he adds as he smacks me hard on the behind, making me jump.

Hastily, I crawl onto the bed’s hard, unyielding mattress and lie down, looking up at him. The satin of the sheet beneath me is soft and cool against my skin. His face is impassive, except for his eyes, which glow with a barely leashed excitement.

“Hands above your head,” he orders, and I do as I’m bid.

Jeez, my body hungers for him. I want him already.

He turns, and out of the corner of my eyes, I watch him saunter back over to the chest of drawers, returning with the iPod and what looks like an eye mask, similar to the one I used on my flight to Atlanta. The thought makes me want to smile, but I can’t quite make my lips cooperate. I am too consumed with anticipation. I just know my face is completely immobile, my eyes huge, as I gaze at him.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he shows me the iPod. It has a strange antenna device as well as headphones. How odd. I front as I try to figure this out.

“This transmits what’s playing on the iPod to the system in the room,” Christian answers my unspoken query as he taps the small antenna. “I can hear what you’re hearing, and I have a remote control unit for it.” He smirks his private-joke smile and holds up a small, flat device that looks like a very hip calculator. He leans across me, inserting the earbuds gently into my ears, and puts the iPod down somewhere on the bed above my head.

“Lift your head,” he commands, and I do so immediately.

Slowly, he slides the mask on, pulling the elastic over the back of my head, and I’m blnd. The elastic on the mask holds the earbuds in place. I can still hear him, though the sound is muffled as he rises from the bed. I’m deafened by my own breathing  - it’s shallow and erratic, reflecting my excitement. Christina takes my left arm, stretches it gently to the left-hand corner, and attaches the leather cuff around my wrist. His long fingers stroke the length of my arm once he’s finished. Oh! His touch elicis a delicious, tickly shiver. I hear him move slowly around to te other side, where he takes my right arm and cuffs it. Again, his long fingers linger along my arm. Oh my… I am fit to burst already. Why is this so erotic?

He moves to the bottom of the bed and grabs both of my ankles.

“Lift your head again,” he orders.

I comply, and he drags me down the bed so that my arms are stretched out and almost straining at the cuffs. Holy cow, I cannot move my arms. A fission of trepid mixed with tantalizing exhilaration sweeps through my body, making me wetter. I groan. Parting my legs, he cuffs first my right ankle and then my left so I am staked out, spread-eagled, and totally vulnerable to him. It’s so unnerving that I can’t see him.  I listen hard… what’s he doing? And I hear nothing, just my breathing and the pounding thud of my heart as blood pulses furiously against my eardrums.

Abruptly, the soft silent hiss and pop of the iPod springs into life. From inside my head, a lone angelic voice sings unaccompanied a long sweet note, and it’s joined almost immediately by another voice, and then more voices – holy cow,, a celestial choir – singing a capella in my head, an ancient, ancient hymnal. What in heaven’s name is this?  I have never heard anything like it. Something almost unbearably soft brushes against my neck, running languidly down my throat, slowly across my chest, over my breasts, caressing me… pulling at my nipples, it’s so soft, skimming underneath. It’s so unexpected. It’s fur! A fur glove?

Christian trails his hand, unhurried and deliberate, down to my belly, circling my navel, then carefully from hip to hip, and I’m trying to anticipate where he’s going next… but the music… it’s in my head… transporting me…the fur across the line of my pubic hair… between my legs, along my thighs, down one leg… up the other… it almost tickles… but not quite… more voices join… the heavenly choir all signing different parts, their voices blending blissfully and sweetly together in a melodic harmony that is beyond anything I’ve ever heard. I catch one word – “deus” – I realise they are singing in Latin. And still, the fur is moving down my arms and around my waist… back up across my breasts. My nipples harden beneath the soft touch… and I’m panting… wondering where his hand will go next.  Suddenly, the fur is gone, and I can feel the fronds of the flogger flowing over my skin, following the same path as the fur, and it’s so hard to concentrate with the music in my head – it sounds like a hundred voices singing, weaving an ethereal tapestry of fine, silken gold and silver through my head, mixed with the feel of the soft suede against my skin… trailing over me… oh my… abruptly, it disappears. Then suddenly, sharply, it bites down on my bell.

“Aagghh!” I cry out. It takes me by surprise, but it doesn’t exactly hurt and tingles all over, and he hits me again. Harder.

“Aaah!”

I want to move, to writhe…to escape, or to welcome, each blow… I don’t know – it’s so overwhelming… I can’t pull my arms… my legs are stuck… I am held very firmly in place… and again he strikes across my breasts – I cry out. And it’s a sweet agony – bearable, just… pleasant – no, not immediately, but as my skin sings with each blow in perfect counterpoint to the music in my head, I am dragged into a dark, dark part of my psyche that surrenders to this most erotic sensation. Yes – I get this. He hits me across my hip, then moves in swift blows over my public hair, on my thighs, and down my inner thighs… and back up my body… across my hips.  He keeps going as the music reaches a climax, and then suddenly the music stops.  And so does he.  Then the singing starts again… building and building, and he rains down blows on me… and I groan and writhe. Once again, it ceases and all is quiet… except my wild breathing… and wild yearning. For… oh… what’s happening? What’s he going to do now? The excitement is almost unbearable. I’ve entered a very dark, carnal place.

The bed moves and shifts as I feel him clamber over me, and the song starts again.  He’s got it on repeat… this time it’s his nose and lips that take the place of the fur… running down my neck and throat, kissing, sucking… trailing down my breasts… Ah! Taunting each of my nipples in turn… his tongue swirling around one while his fingers relentlessly tease the other…I groan, loudly I think, though I can’t hear.  I am lost. Lost in him… lost in the astral, seraphic voices… lost to all the sensations I cannot escape…  am completely at the mercy of his expert touch.

He moves down to my bell – his tongue circling my navel – following the path of the flogger and the fur… I moan.  He’s kissing and sucking and nibbling… moving south… and then his tongue is there.  At the junction of my thighs.  I throw my head back and cry out as I almost detonate into orgasm… I ‘m on the brink, and he stops.

No! The bed shifts, and he kneels between my legs. He leans toward the bedpost, and the cuff on my ankle is suddenly gone. I pull my leg to the middle of the bed… resting it against him.

 

   

Hottie of the Week: Jensen Ackles

What better way to start the week off then with a sexy celebrite. You'll have to forgive me as I make my way through some of my fav's. Do you have a request of who you would like to see? Leave a comment!

For anyone who watches the TV hit series Supernatural, you'll recognize this gorgous face: Jensen Ackles

Bared to You: A Crossfire Novel by Sylvia Day #1

He swelled, growing thicker and longer. My knees were uncomfortable, but I didn’t care; my gaze was riveted to Gideon as his head fell back and he fought for breath.

“Eva, you suck me so good.” He held my head still and took over. Thrusting his hips. Fucking my mouth. Stripped to a level of base need where only the race to orgasm mattered.
The thought made me crazed, the image in my mind of how we must look: Gideon in all his urbane sophistication, standing at the desk where he ruled an empire, stroking his big cock in and out of my greedy mouth.

I gripped his straining thighs in both hands, frantically working my lips and tongue, desperate for his climax. His balls were heavy and big, an audacious display of his powerful virility. I cupped them, rolling them gently, feeling them tighten and draw up.

“Ah, Eva.” His voice was a guttural rasp. His grip tightened in my hair. “You’re making me come.”

The first spurt of semen was so thick, I struggled to swallow. Mindless in his pleasure, Gideon was thrusting against the back of my throat, his cock throbbing with every wrenching pulse into my mouth. My eyes watered and my lungs burned, but still I pumped my fists, milking him. His entire body shuddered as I took everything he had. The sounds he made and the muttered, breathless praise were the most gratifying I’d ever heard.

6 Fun Sex Facts

Written by Jennifer Shaw
Originally posted on www.sheknows.com

1.       According to the Museum of Sex, the vibrator was originally used as a medicinal treatment for female "hysteria" during the 19th century. The vibrator-induced orgasms helped doctors dissipate hysteria's anxiety-related symptoms.

2.       Semen contains zinc and calcium, both of which are proven to prevent tooth decay.

3.       The iconic "Rabbit" is renowned for two things: excellent orgasm results and an odd smiley face on its tip. Women's Health tells us the smiley face was actually a result of conservative Japanese customs. Apparently, Japanese consumers frown upon "the production of sex toys that too closely resemble phalluses," so the smiley face was added.

4.       The average size of an erect penis is five inches, and the average flaccid penis measures about 3 inches.

5.       Work It: Hate the gym? You burn about 200 calories during 30 minutes of active sex.

6.       In Hong Kong, adulterous husbands get more than a steep monthly alimony payment – a betrayed wife is legally allowed to kill her husband if he cheats on her – but she may only do so with her bare hands.

Prisoner for Life

Snap!

“You like that baby? Do you want some more?”

Snap!   Snap!!

Brad’s body tensed up with each snap of the ruler on his bare skin. He gasped from the sharp pain, but slowly exhales. I know he’s enjoying himself. This isn’t the first time I've tried to push him past his limits.

His skin is pink where the ruler kissed his skin. I soothe the skin with one of my own kisses. I bathe the spots with my tongue, licking and then gently biting.

Bradley tugs on his restraints but is unable to pull his hands free. I made sure to tie him up well this time. I’ve been practicing my knots so when I pinned him down to the bed, I knew he would never get out of the scarves I secured around each wrist and ankle.

I remember the look on Brad’s face when he found me in the bedroom sprawled across the bed. He couldn’t get enough of my new lacy number that gently hugged my curves. My breasts spilled out over the top, which Brad was quick to take advantage of before I could tell him to stop. He scooped out my breasts and immediately started fingering my nipples and sucking on them.

The finishing touch? My 4 inch stiletto’s I bought.  They brought me up to eye level with him, but more importantly, I loved the way they made my legs look. I finished the look with white fish net stockings. I knew my dear husband would be eating out of my hand.

Brad was so excited to get started, he immediately pulled off his shirt and reached for his fly. I planned this for a while and had a few surprises lined up for him. Brad didn’t see my little chest of toys hidden in the corner of the room.

The scarves were nothing new to Bradley, we each took turns tying each other up. I just decided to turn it up a notch.

After I finished cooling down his stings on his body with wet kisses, I gaze up at the handsome man  tied to the bed to make sure his blind fold is still firmly in place.
“How are you doing there baby? Think you can handle more?” I asked my dear husband running my fingers along his jaw line.

“I can handle anything you ready to dish out, do your worse,” Bradley responses gruffly.

Uhm… my worse, uh? I bend over and brush his lips with a feathery kiss. I lightly lick his lips and his tongue comes out to dual with mine. Our mouths fuse for a deep passionate kiss that takes our breaths away. Panting, I pull away… I have more plans, I must not lose focus.

I grab a few items out of the toy chest and placed them on the night table. I’m going to make him suffer a bit before I put him out of his misery.

I walk to the end of the bed and slowly crawl onto the bed, running my tongue along the inside of his legs as I work my way up. I have my target in sight. His glorious cock has been standing at attention since I tied him up. It’s been waiting so patiently for me.

Bradley knew what was coming. Or at least he thought he did.

I started by slowly trailing my fingertips up and down along his cock. It actually seemed to vibrate in anticipation. I lend over and licked the head of his penis tentatively. My tongue followed the path my fingers, going up and down, licking and blowing as I go. Dipping down lower, I gently suck each of his balls into my mouth. While my mouth is busy down there, my hand firmly grabbed his penis and begins to stroke him from the tip down to the base.

Letting go of his balls with my mouth, I move back up to his hard cock and take it into my mouth, my hand holding him firmly in place. I take as much of his cock as I can into in my mouth, moving it in and out of my mouth. I lick the head of his penis like an ice cream cone, and then trust his cock back into my mouth over and over. I suck him hard while my other hand reaches down to play with his balls. I know I’m driving him crazy. His breathing is getting raspy and he gasps every time I hit a sweet spot.

“Is this bad enough for you baby? Maybe I should do something different.” I wonder what his limits are. I crawled over top of him so I could reach the night table. He probably thought I was hopping on for a ride. Not yet baby, not yet.

I reach for a bowl full of ice cubes . Now this is going to be fun.

I pop a few ice cubes in my mouth and wait for my tongue to get cold.  Returning to my spot on the bed between his legs, I spit the ice cubes back into the bowl and wrapped my cold mouth around his cock.

“Oh my god!” Bradley nearly jumps out of the bed. If it wouldn’t have been for the scarves, I think he would have done just that.

A couple more thrusts to the back of my mouth and I was ready for some more ice cubes. This time, I decided to keep one in my mouth to keep his cock company.

Bradley bucks up off the bed when the ice cube comes in contact with his hot cock.

“Jesus Kelly, stop that! You’re not playing very fair.” Fair? Who said anything about fair? I chuckled to myself while I get ready for my next experiment.

“I’m not done yet baby, hang in there.” I let out another giggle as I straddle across him again to I can reach the night table. I put the bowl on the table and reach for a bottle of cooling gel. I wonder how he’s going to react to this. I tried it out on myself a few nights ago. The sensation it causes is incredible. I had to make myself cum twice before I finally felt satisfied. I wonder if it will have the same effect on a man. Only one way to find out.

I squirt a little into my hand, and reach for his cock. I don’t think he realises what’s about to happen.  It takes a bit before the sensation starts. While I’m waiting, I make sure to keep his cock happy.

“What is that? What did you put on me?” Brad sounds a bit panicked.

“It’s ok, it’s just some cooling gel.  Just relax and enjoy it. The best is yet to come.” And I’m not lying either.

I sit back on my heels, giving the gel a bit of time to take effect. When my husband starts to moan, I know he’s feeling the full effects of the gel. That’s when I lean over and start to blow on his cock. I can only imagine what that feels like.

Bradley starts to strain on his restraints. I did a good job on those knots this time, giving myself a mental pat on the back.

I continue my sweet torture until I decide I’m tired of him having all the fun.

“My turn for a little fun,” I tell my husband.

I climb of the bed and slide by panties off. I dangle them so they skim across Bradley’s face. I know he can tell what they are. I’m already wet and my smell is heavy on the material.

“Mmmm, come here Kelly, I want you to sit on my face.”

Just what I had in mind.

I climb back on the bed and this time I straddle his chest. Now this is naughty. 

“Move closer Kelly.”

I move my way up until my wet pussy is right in front of his face.

“ I’m ready whenever you are.” I brace myself above his head and get ready for the assault.

His tongue darts out, tasting my wet pussy. He targets my clit and starts to flick his tongue back and forth across it.

“Oh Brad, I love that tongue of yours. Almost as much as I love your cock.”

Even with Brad’s hands restrained, he can still work his magic. His tongue continues to flick back and forth, he shoves his tongue inside me.

“You taste so good Kelly, I could eat you all night long,” Brad replies.  It took me a while to get used to him doing this to me, but once I learned how much he loved doing it, and honestly, how much I enjoyed having it done Bradley would eat me out every chance he got.

I start to lose myself but pull back. I’m not done with my game yet. I still want to have a bit of fun with my husband.

“Stop!” I almost shout. I have to pull myself away. I want to keep going but still want to play.  I glance at his cock, still standing straight up and begging for attention.

I reach for a second bottle of gel. This one is for heating. When I mix the two, it will create the most amazing sensation.  I apply a small amount to my clit and let my fingers play for a bit. Bradley doesn’t know what I’m doing so I let out a little moan so he knows I’m having a bit of fun.

I can feel the sensation of the gel kicking in.

Putting the gel down, I reach for a new toy I bought.  I wonder how Brad is going to like this purchase.

“Time for you to watch for a while now baby,” I tell Brad.

I slide the blind fold off and let his eyes become adjusted to the lighting in the room.

I walk over to the arm chair I moved closer to the bed. Brad just needs to turn his head and he’ll see me sitting there.

My toy is a new pink dildo. I have never stepped foot into a sex shop before but hey, you only live once, right?  I turn the dildo on so it started to vibrate. I admit, I played with it by myself the night before. I’m starting to understand the appeal of these toys.

I close my eyes and start to play with myself. Bradley doesn’t say a word but I knew he is watching me. I try to pretend like he is not there.  The vibrating dildo feels amazing on my clit, especially with the warming gel on.  I move it back and forth as I feel myself getting more wet by the second. Slipping my fingers inside me, I let out a moan that ensures my husband knows oh much I am enjoying myself.

Pulling my fingers out, I slowly inserted the dildo inside me. My fingers moved to my clit to take over.

Thrusting the dildo in and out, more quickly as the pressure built up inside. I can feel myself getting close to climax. One more thrust and flick of my clit, and I’m pushed over the edge. I feel my body clutch around the dildo and I the heavenly surge that flows through my body. I ride the wave for a moment while I try to catch my breath. I look up at my husband and he has this look on his face, one I’ve never seen before.

“That is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs. Mission accomplished.

“Are you ready cowboy?” I ask Bradley. Regaining my composure, I climb back onto the bed. My body is still throbbing but I want some more.

I straddle Bradley’s body and take his hard cock into my hot, wet pussy.

We both moan as we finally connect. This is what we love most. His large cock fills me completely.  I know I’m tight around him. Then the chemistry of the two gels takes effect.

“Damn it the hell Kelly, what is that shit,” Brad asks.

I start to move up and down on him, the friction making the sensation even more intense. I lose myself in the sensation. Bradley’s large cock inside me, thrusting deeper and deeper. I lean down and kiss him. We seem to devour each other. Our tongues duelling together as my body rides his hard cock .

I can feel the pressure building again.

“Are you ready baby? Are you going to cum? I want to feel your hot cum inside of me.” Bradley loves when I talk dirty to him.

“Any time you’re ready,” Brad responds. I look down at my husband, all tied up to the bed and renew my efforts. Harder and faster, I move up and down on his cock, running my hands on his chest.

Bracing myself, pushing myself until I feel like I’m going to explode.

Bradley’s body tenses and he shouts his release. That’s all I need. I reach down between our bodies; flick my clit a few times and I follow. I collapse on top of Brad, both of us trying to catch our breaths.  Amazing. 

I struggle into a sitting position so I can reach for the scarves that have Bradley tied down to the bed.  I release his bonds and he immediately reaches for me and I collapse into his arms again.

"I love you baby," I whisper.