Happy Easter! I do plan on posting another chapter next week, but we'll see what life throws at me. Thanks for reading!

This chapter is explicit.

-CL

"Ok," I breathe.

Maxon flips us so I'm on top. "This is the only round I'm allowing you to lead, my dear, so use it wisely."

I pretend to think about what I'm going to do. "Alright." I get off Maxon and head to the edge of the bed. "See ya later." I can barely keep the smile off my face while I climb out of bed, starting to walk away.

Quickly, maybe too quickly, Maxon yanks back toward the bed. "What are you doing, Bella?" he asks angrily.

"You said I'm leading and—" I'm cut off by Maxon slapping my core. I cry out, but the pain soon ebbs, and pleasure replaces it.

"Fuck your turn," Maxon says. "You're naughty and don't deserve it." Maxon throws me over his shoulder, spanking me on the way back to the bed. Maxon pauses, looking at the bed. "Hmmmm…you don't deserve the bed, my dear whore." The reminder of the nickname, and what happened the last time he called me it, makes me wet. "I could make you take me in your mouth, but I'm not that cruel. I know you want to come as much as I do," he thinks aloud.

He starts walking in a different direction. I try to look up, but Maxon pushes my head down. "Don't worry. I'll take care of you," he says with a slap against my clit. I yelp, dutifully putting my head down.

Soon, Maxon places me on the ground, moving my limbs to fit his standard. "We're going to try something different, alright?" Maxon asks. It's a genuine question, not just to himself.

"What is it?" I whisper, scared but also excited.

Maxon walks to the armoire and digs around. Finally, he throws up his arm in triumph, handcuffs in his hand. "Are you up for being bound?"

"Uh, I—" I stutter, taken by surprise.

"Well, you don't get much of a choice," he says, walking back over to me. He takes my arms, kisses following his hand. He takes both of my hands and handcuffs them together.

I gasp in surprise, half thinking Maxon was joking. "Maxon, are you sure—"

Maxon stops and glances at me. "Are you alright with doing this?" he asks in a hushed voice. "I don't want to force you."

"I—" I pause to think about it. I've heard of bondage while having sex, yes. I've never considered doing it myself, so I'm apprehensive. "I'll try," I pause, adding emphasis. "But if I don't like it, we have to stop."

Maxon nods. "Sounds agreeable," he says, clicking the handcuffs together, and locking them. He pauses and cocks his head. "I really like you handcuffed."

"Thanks?" I respond, taken aback.

Maxon grabs my handcuffed arms and lifts them up, placing them around his neck. "Now, I want you to crouch, my dear," he says, helping me situate myself to his liking.

"How—?" I start but am interrupted by him shushing me.

"Just trust me, my dear," he says. He opens my legs, baring my core.

"Maxon, I don't think—" It's rather awkward to have Maxon slam into me while I'm crouched down. Not to mention it burns because I'm not wet. "Maxon!" I scream. "Please, stop. It hurts!" I scream when he thrusts again, my nails digging into his back. I try to start resisting, trying to push him out of me, but to no avail. I brace myself against the next thrusts, taking them while grimacing. My legs collapse from holding me up too long. Maxon cups my ass, having me sit on his palms. The handcuffs don't allow me to do anything but hold on and hope for the best.

We somehow get to the armoire, and Maxon thrusts into me so hard I bang my back and head against it. "Maxon, please, snap out of it!" I scream after the world stops spinning.

My scream breaks him out of his stupor. He looks down at me. "Oh, fuck," he says, realizing what he's done. "Bella, I'm so sorry, my dear." He lifts my arms off his shoulders and unlocks the handcuffs.

I rub my wrists, which hurt from the handcuffs rubbing against them. "What happened?" I whisper, my hair blocking Maxon's face from view.

"I—I don't know. I guess…I guess I thought you were screaming in pleasure. I think I may have blacked out. I don't remember anything," he says. "Fuck, Bella." He tucks some of my hair behind my ear, allowing me to look at him. He rubs his hand through his hair and sits back on his heels. "I'm so sorry, my dear," he echoes.

I take a minute to think. I blow out a breath. "Maxon, I—"

Maxon grabs my hand and gently kisses it. "I'll make it up to you, my dear. I promise." His thumb moves to my wrist, gently rubbing the raw skin. "Let me take care of you, alright?"

I nod, too tired to disagree. My head is starting to throb. "Can we start with a painkiller? A headache is blooming from the…uh…knock," I say.

Maxon grimaces. "Of course, my dear. Let me go grab everything from the bathroom." He stands up and finds his robe, pulling it on. He ties the robe tightly around him. He walks to the bathroom, flipping on the light. He leaves my sight. I stand up only to stumble, finding my robe as well. I put it on, tie it loosely, and lie down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.

I find my hand moving toward my clit, starting to rub the sensitive nub. I never did get to come again. I ignore the dull thud in my head and start playing with myself. My back arches off the bed when my hand moves to breast squeezing. I moan, furiously rubbing my clit in a frenzy. I'm not even aware of my surroundings I'm so focused on making myself come again.

Suddenly, a hand takes mine in its. "Maxon," I croak. He licks off the little bit of wetness on my finger before replacing my finger with his, toying with my clit. He slaps it, and I yelp, even though the gesture has my orgasm rising higher. "Maxon, please," I pant. I hear something clatter on the floor before I'm aware of Maxon crawling onto the bed.

Soon, Maxon is right over me. "Are you wet enough for me?" he murmurs. His finger is still working my clit—oh, God, now he's pumping into me with his fingers—with his other hand holding himself above me, causing me to become dangerously close to my orgasm.

"Maxon," I pant. "Please."

"As you wish, my dear whore," he murmurs. He disappears from my line of view for a second before I feel him entering me. The stretch—and burn—isn't nearly as bad now that I know how bad it can get. Maxon's face comes into view again, his lips meeting mine. My back arches off the back with his next thrust, my feet spasming. I scream into Maxon's mouth, but he refuses to break the kiss. Maxon holds me up while I ride out my orgasm, his thrusts still continuous.

Soon, I feel himself explode inside of me, his groan reverberating inside of me. We both collapse onto each other, a tangle of limbs. "Fuck, Maxon," I say.

"I just did," he says into my chest.

I laugh, playing with his hair. "That was fun."

Maxon sits up slowly and looks at me. I refuse to get up, laying on my back, my robe haphazardly thrown over my body, barely covering anything. I guess it untied. He glances down at my wrists. "Let's fix you up before we do anything else alright?"

I nod. "Alright."