A/N: I didn't realize it had been two weeks since I last updated. So my bad, but I think it's worth the wait.

I have two quick things then you can read on! First, My updates may become more spaced out since school has started back up and I am growing extremely busy. I apologize in advance for this. Please be patient with me as life goes on around me. Second, the contents of this chapter were requested by a lovely and faithful reader! Yay! I hope you enjoy this spicy BDSM chapter. Hopefully, I did your request justice.

Enjoy the spice in chapter 36!

"Marlee, you are dismissed. We'll be down for lunch in an hour. Will you let the kitchen staff know to push back lunch till then?" I ask her.

"Of course, Love Birds. Have fun. I'll see you in an hour."

She sets down the camera and leaves Maxon's suite. It's just me and him. I smile devilishly.

"What is going through that gorgeous head of yours, Darling?"

"I think I am in need of some love bites… And I think I might need to be restrained for you to do that. I am very ticklish, wouldn't want to hurt you while you pleasure me…"

He smirks at me. "I can arrange that for you."

"Good." I raise my left eyebrow at him. "What are you waiting for?"

He doesn't respond, only rushes into my lips with his. Melting is the only word I can use to describe how we both relax when we are connecting like this. So often when we kiss I feel myself sink into him and, well, melt into his arms. This time is no different. Even as Maxon grabs at my ass, trying to pull me closer to him, I feel like I'm melting into him. He picks me up and lays me on the center of the bed.

"Shit. Let me grab the ties. Sorry."

"It's okay, Babe. Just go get them really quick."

He runs to the closet really quick and grabs four ties. As he returns he tells me, "I don't think we'll need one for around your mouth. The way you moan my name will turn me on and make this a whole lot better for you and me."

I just nod. I can't wait.

"Hold your legs out wide, Darling." He commands. I do. I spread my legs out into an x-shape, reaching the bottom of our bed. He begins to tie me up as he tells me, "When I moved into this room when my father died, I made one request. That was to have hooks that I could hide and pull up for, what I said was, a canopy for our bed. The staff, of course, listened and put up the hooks at the foot and at the head of our bed, just about this far apart. What they didn't know was that these hooks wouldn't be used for a canopy. They would be used to restrain my beautiful bride so that way I can do whatever I want with her if she allowed me to. I'm just lucky that my beautiful wife is willing to do anything to appease her king, even get tied up and tortured for my pleasure. Arms up, Darling."

His words send chills down my spine. He did this so early in advance. He wanted this long before we were engaged. He knew he wanted to do this back when we first fell in love. All of this becomes so much sexier, so much more desirable, when I know that since we've met he's planned on spoiling me and torturing me so sweetly. I throw my hands up.

"Maxon?"

"Yes, Doll?"

"Why didn't you tell me about this earlier? Like when we were in Carolina in bed talking about our kinks."

He finishes tying me up and comes to my face so I can see his eyes. "I didn't want to scare you."

"Scare me?"

"Yes. Magda had said that sex and stuff had kind of freaked you out and made you uncomfortable. I didn't want to push you too far. But then you offered to do this photo shoot and you were so relaxed and… calm. Even in your calm moments, I saw how your breathing was shaky as I was standing over you taking pictures, dominating over you in such a simple way. So, I figured I would bring it up a little bit, just hint at something new. You offered to try it in the shoot. You didn't even know what the hell I wanted to do, but you were so ready. Even at that moment, when I was in the more dominant headspace, I watched you. I made sure that you didn't breathe too fast or too heavy. I made sure you were okay, and you were more than okay. Back when we were in Carolina, I didn't trust myself to talk about how deeply I wanted this. I had dreams about this, about you moaning my name while tied up, during the selection and while we were engaged. You have no idea how many times I had to stop myself from just going to your room downstairs and having my way with you because I wanted to love you so much. The law didn't matter to me, being with you in the one way I desired did. But, I didn't tell you about all of this because I didn't want to scare you with this world. I've done so much reading on this, America. I have read books on safety in scenes like this. I have read about what the hell people even call this and how people do what I fantasized about for so long, just so I knew what to do when I told you about this part of me. This is a lot. It was a lot for me to take in when I was reading about it in private. So, I wanna take things slow here, but if you're ready to try this with me, I'd be happy to experiment with you, but you have to use our safe word if you are uncomfortable. Understand?"

"Yes. Thank you. Sorry for killing the mood."

"Don't worry about it. It doesn't take much for me to get back to it, and once you are overstimulated after coming down from your 5th orgasm, you won't even remember killing the mood."

I shiver. "That's exactly what I'm craving."

"Let's make that happen for you then." He suggested. I nod, and that's all it takes. His lips are on mine once again. I can't even shift to hold him or pull him closer to me. I am at his mercy, and it makes me crazy with want- with need- for him. He moves himself to hover over me and I melt. One of his hands plants on my side, the other trails up and down my side so lightly it feels like he is tickling me with a soft feather.

Then his kisses shift down. He's no longer at my lips. They trail down my neck, kissing me so softly, yet with so much passion. He kisses the hollow of my neck by my collar bones. His entire body shifts down to meet my torso. His fingers are delicate as they caress the side of my boobs and down my side to my hips. I squeal as he brushes over one of my ticklish spots. He does it again, causing the same squeal again.

"I always forget that you are ticklish… Hopefully, you can save some of those squeals for later, Doll."

I shiver as he kisses that one spot on my side. Soft kisses are planted all down my side till he reaches my hip. He brings them in, to right below my belly button. He kisses all along my pubic bone area and below my belly button. I can feel the light sucking and even biting of his open mouth kisses. He knows what he's doing and I am so in love with it. As he sucks on my soft skin, soft moans of pleasure escape my lips. His breath is warm against my skin as he continues to mark my lower stomach.

"More…" I moan out softly.

My stomach rumbles from his laugh against my skin, "Do you want more of this…?" He sucks on my skin, licks it to cool it down, and kisses it. I moan out softly, my desire being satisfied slowly. He kisses again, "Or some of this…?" He shifts down to my clit. I moan out louder than before as his lips are placed directly on my core. "That's what I thought, Doll."

"More…" I moan out louder, "More… please, Maxon… More…."

He does so much more. He licks and kisses. He moves up to kiss my stomach again, leaving his fingers to rub my clit. I moan with every movement of his fingers or tongue. I can't even move my hands to hold him there or to grip into his hair as he hits every spot perfectly. I can only shift my hips slightly, but even then, Maxon was holding my hips down with his free hand to stop me from squirming so much. I moan out louder as the pressure and tension of my orgasm come to fruition.

"Ma… Maxon… Ohhh...Mmmm" I moan, "More… So close…"

Of course, Maxon does what he does best and he sends me right over the edge of my first orgasm. I scream his name as I feel my body spasm in the restraints he put me in. I don't have a single moment of rest before a finger is plunged into my hole. I scream out again. Then another finger. They move perfectly, hitting my g-spot without any issues. I didn't even have time to cool down before another orgasm came crashing in.

"Fuck…. Maxon!"

He licks me down, I moan louder. So much stimulation for one go.

"I'm not done with you yet. Two more than one with me." He tells me. I just nod, my head is starting to blur and it's becoming hard to even compose words.

He gets up from the bed to go to the nightstand by his side of the bed. I watch him pull out a purple silicon oval, not much larger than the palm of my hand. I look at him with questions I don't have the energy to ask. He just chuckles. "This little thing here is a fancy toy for you. You see, this thing has a button on the side of it that when pressed," He presses it and I can hear it vibrate in his hands, "it vibrates." He turns it off and moves back in between my parted legs, "Now, this little toy is going to go right down here. And I will turn it on and just watch you fall apart over and over again."

He places the toy right on my clit, then he presses the button. The vibrations instantly make me scream incoherent words. I throw my head back in pleasure. His tongue goes to work at my hole, lightly pushing in and out, eating me out so perfectly. Before I know it, another mind-blowing orgasm crashes over me. For the first time ever I felt something different when I came. I felt the vibrations stop and found that it would be best to look down to see what felt different. When I do, I see the sheets are wet below me and Maxon also is wet on his face and hair.

I come to my senses a little bit and muster out the words, "What the…?"

"You squirted when you came…"

"I… what…?"

"When you came, you squirted liquid, too."

"Oh… sorry?"

He chuckles and leans over me to kiss my lips. I taste myself on him ever so lightly as he kisses me. "Don't worry about it. It was hot. We'll worry about it later, okay?" I nod. He smiles, "Great. Now back to this."

He places the toy back at my clit and turns it on. Within seconds I am writhing beneath it again. He pushes it against me a little bit more, and that pressure is enough to send me over the edge in pleasure again.

"Fuck…" I moan out.

"So sexy, Doll."

He removed the toy from me and tossed it beside my body. He then takes his dick, now fully erect after watching me cumming before his very eyes four times, and rubs it up the folds of my pussy. I moan softly until he reaches my clit then it is louder. Before I know it, he's inside me. I almost cum within seconds of being inside because there is so much pressure and sensitivity already there, but I manage to hold back just a few seconds. Of course, that none of that matters because he thrust into me twice and I am already tightening around him and moaning like a maniac.

"Already…? I must be doing something right… maybe it was the damn toy… I'm not mad at that if you cum more than once with me inside you..." He huffs out in between thrusts as I cum around him. "One more… I want one more. Together."

I nod as he keeps going. His thrusts are slow, trying to give me some time to regather and come down from my high before he makes sure we cum together. Once he notices I've relaxed a little, his thrust picks up speed. He goes deeper, faster, and harder. He pulses inside me, I feel him getting close.

"More… please…" I moan out, making sure that we cum together.

He rubs my clit as he pulses inside me more. I can feel myself tighten around him.

"Fuck, Maxon…!" I yell out as I reach orgasm number six.

He groans and curses under his breath as he cums inside me. I feel warm and gooey as he does. He pulls out instantly, leaving me feeling bare without him. He does this in an effort to let me free from my restraints though. I feel the ties loosen around from my ankles and then he shifts and that familiar feeling is at my wrist.

"Go clean up. Use my bathroom. I'm going to have Mary bring over your dress for the day with whatever underwear she hands me. Go take a quick shower. I'll be over in a minute, Darling."

I nod, "Yes, Sir."

I slid off his bed, hoping I didn't leave too much of a mess from our session, but knowing I did just because of how much I came. My feet lightly pad across the floor as I run to use his bathroom. I close the door quickly, ready to clean up a little bit. I turn on the shower and use his toilet to clean up a little bit before actually stepping into the warm water. The water washes over my skin so perfectly. I was so relaxed after just a few minutes, then the door opened to the shower and my heart jumped.

I scream a high-pitched noise before I hear "Baby, it's me…" come from Maxon's lips and I relax. I run into his arms and hold him so close to me, I forget that I am even supposed to be showering.

"I hate to end this hug, Darling, but we need to get cleaned up before Marlee is knocking on our door." He tells me as he steps away from me.

"Sorry. That just scared me."

"I know. Let's finish getting washed up then we can change and get lunch, okay? I know you're hungry after six O's."

"You have no idea, Babe."

He laughs and steps into the water with me. We both wash our hair. We lather each other up and rinse each other off. I was really happy when we made it through the whole shower without one detour to another makeout session or a quickie.

He steps out to grab us towels and I quickly dry off to go change in his room. He opens the door for me and I step out into the cool room. I am quickly covered in goosebumps due to the temperature change. A shiver goes down my spine and it chills me to the bone.

"Are you cold, Darling?"

"The air is cooler than the shower. That's all. You said I was okay to change in here right? You got my dress and stuff from Mary?"

"Yes. They are in my closet. I figured you would just follow me."

"I will. Lead the way for me, Loverboy."

He smirks at the new name, but nonetheless, he grabs my hand and leads me into the closet where my dress for the rest of the day is hanging. A light pink, almost blush color, the dress hangs. I clap excitedly at the sight of it. I don't wear much pink, but when I do I look amazing. Mary told me it compliments my fair skin really well. I look to see if Mary left me any undergarments for the dress. The only thing she left me was a skin-colored string thong, no bra. I slip on the thong and sigh.

I look over to Maxon. He gulps when he gets caught staring. "Yes, Darling?"

"Mind helping me out with getting in?"

"Of course." He replies simply. I put the dress over my head and worm my arms through the holes while he pulls on the bottom of it. Once it falls to my mid-calf, I finish the minor adjustments. I don't know how Mary did it, but this dress is modest and sexy at the same time! It has a scoop neck with cap sleeves, but it has panels of clustered lace with nothing below it that trail from my hip down to the bottom of the midi-length skirt. Under the bust of the dress was another panel ending at the top of the skirt in the front half. Then the back. The cap sleeves had ruffles on them that then trailed all the way back to the top of the skirt, leaving the back fully exposed. Suddenly the undergarments left to make sense for this dress. I slip on the white open-toed stilettos heels and my outfit for the rest of the day is complete.

"Can I go so Mary can do my hair and makeup or would like to gawk at me some more?"

He sighs, "Go finish getting ready with Mary. I'll gawk when you come back to me, Darling."

I laugh and kiss his cheek, "Thank you, Babe. I love you."

"I love you." He calls to me as I begin to walk out of his room.

I enter my room quickly and sigh.

"Your Majesty." She greets as she curtsies, "Let's get you ready. You only have 10 minutes till you have to be downstairs and your hair is soaking wet."

"Can you pull it in a low bun? We can deal with it later."

"Of course. Let's make you look alive in your eyes since your skin looks pretty dewy already." I blush and she just laughs. She begins to pull my hair back into the low bun, "No worries, your Majesty. No need to be embarrassed. I've been there, done that."

"I never hear about your Beau. What's he like?"

"He's my best friend. He's a Four and he works in the kitchen as a chef. He allowed me to stay a Six since I really do love my job and since we aren't very public about our marriage. His name is Thomas. He reminds me of His Majesty The King."

"Oh really?"

"Yes. What I've noticed is that when King Maxon sees you after you've been in here, his eyes glow. After I finish getting ready to come to work, Thomas's eyes glow the same way. Also, from what you described King Maxon as when you two are alone, our two men seem very similar. Thomas is my best friend, just like King Maxon is yours."

"It's good that you have a lovely husband to be your best friend. When did you guys get married?"

"We had a small wedding right after you left for Carolina when your father passed. We just wanted to be married, no big reception or anything. Just married."

"Well, that's nice. I wish I could have been there."

"It's alright, your Majesty. It was nice to have but it was really just our parents on both sides. Enough about me. How was your photoshoot date?"

"Excellent. My favorite part was the hour afterward."

"I bet."

"Mary, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Depends. How personal is it, your Majesty?"

"Well, it's a sex question."

"Okay. Can I hold the right to not answer if I don't want to?"

"Of course! Oh, God! I wouldn't want you to feel forced to answer my question."

"Then ask away, Your Majesty."

"When you've orgasmed during sex, assuming you have, have you ever squirted?"

She blushes furiously, "Well, uh, no. I have not. Why?"

"Well, since you asked, I did back in that hour. And I don't know what that even really means let alone how to feel about it."

"What did the King say when it happened?"

"To be frank with you, he said it was hot."

"Then I wouldn't worry about it. If you're keeping him happy then you shouldn't worry about it."

"You're right. Sorry. I just didn't know."

"And that's okay."

We both giggle and fall into a comfortable silence as she does my makeup. Of course, it's only some blush-colored eyeshadow and mascara to make myself look more alive than not. When I'm done. I hug her and say goodbye to go meet Maxon in his room.

As always. He sits on the foot of our bed, ready to jump up as if he is going to need to run and do something quickly. He wears a white shirt, gray striped suit, and a baby pink tie to match me. His hair is dried and combed back, already slicked back, and styled the way he does. I smile at him, and he smiles back to me.

"Are you ready, Darling?"

"Yes. I am starving."

"Well, that won't do. I made you a promise and I intend to keep it. Let's get you downstairs. Besides, we are five minutes late and Marlee will be angry if we postpone our arrival anymore."