"I can't believe I let you do this," Jerome groaned, staring up at the ceiling through gritted teeth. He was tied to the bed post, which velvet pieces of cloth around his wrists and ankles. Mara stood at the end of the bed, watching him. He had only agreed to it because she had been sat on the sink, legs around his waist, clutching him closer. In reality, he would have agreed to anything she said in a heartbeat. But he didn't think she'd go through with it.

"You look like you're enjoying it," Mara smiled coyly. Jerome lifted his head show her his piercing blue eyes, and he was. He may dislike it, but he was painfully erect. Standing proud for her. Mara's eyes dragged down his body while Jerome watched. Just aching for her to do something. "You're so handsome," she whispered quietly. Jerome's eyes widened slightly.

"Stop torturing me," he groaned, Mara's eyes snapped back up to him. And she straddled his stomach, hands on his chest, not lowering herself just yet. Her hair fell from her face and she looked down at him

"When did you first like me?" she asked, lowering herself onto his tip, no further. Their eyes locked the whole time. Jerome took a deep breath

"A-at el-ele-elections," he managed in a shaky voice.

"Oh?" Mara asked, in a smooth voice, lowering herself halfway "Why?" one hand moved up to stroke his face softly and Jerome's eyes closed. He didn't want to seem like he wasn't in control. Well in all fairness he wasn't in control, he was under her control. But coming too soon would be a sign of defeat

"You saw righ- You saw right through me. T-through everything no one ever saw before," he whispered, eyes still closed. He let out a low moan when Mara lowered herself completely. She leaned away from him, back straight and she felt like satin, gripping him softly. "Mara," he groaned. Mara lifted herself and lowered herself painfully slowly.

"What do you want, Jerome?"

"Oh god," he rasped out "Mara," as she lowered herself onto him again, he pulled hard against his restraints but didn't come loose, he couldn't thrust his hips. He was powerless. He tried once more trying to pull his arms and legs free, the bed shook slightly, but still he was stuck. He sighed "Please," he said quietly, completely aware he was begging but not caring "Mara please…"

"Please what?" she asked

"Just please…" he growled. Mara shook her head at him

"I'm in charge here," she whispered, kissing down his neck and biting on the place just above his collar bone, Jerome's eyes rolled backward, new sensations creeping over him. God he loved her, he loved her more than he had ever loved anything in his life. And it almost broke his heart with the fact that she loved him too. She loved him too!

Mara started moving up and down faster, working in a set rhythm, bouncing to Jerome's heart beats, she kept her hand on her chest, feeling his heart speed up. Jerome tried his hardest to buck into her, but she was good, she was so so good. And for the very first time, Jerome came first, and because he came, Mara cried out, collapsing on her chest, him still inside her.

"I love you so much," he breathed, panting. Mara stroked lightly up and down his chest "You know that right? You know I would do anything for you?"

"Of course," she kissed him lightly, closing her eyes and resting, exhausted.

"Would you mind untying me? My arms ache. Mara? Mara?"

But Mara was already asleep.

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