Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 8

the bed and reaching past me to pick up the cuffs. The buckles were done up within seconds, and I was trapped. Leather rubbed against my wrists. It was like a bolt of lightning shot through my body, emanating from the leather and sparking through my veins before finally earthing itself in my cock. I was immediately determined to spend a large portion of the rest of my life tied up.
    The mattress shifted as Luke moved back behind me, leaving my line of sight.
    I tried to twist around to see what he was doing.
    No.
    Luke didn't actually say anything. He didn't need to give a verbal order. His hand came to rest on the back of my head, making it impossible for me to look over my shoulder.
    He pushed down until I had little choice but to dip my head lower and lower, until there was no way I could stay up on my hands and knees. My elbows came to rest on the mattress. Somewhere back there I knew my arse would be sticking up in the air, just begging to be screwed by Luke.
    I whimpered. I felt like I'd been waiting for that to happen for several life times.
    Luke reached beneath me and undid my fly. In one quick movement, he pulled my jeans down to my knees. Then, of all the bizarre things to do, he started fumbling with my feet.
    I tensed, wondering if he had a fetish I wasn't aware of, but as soon as he'd tossed my shoes and socks onto the floor, he turned his attention back to getting my jeans the rest of the way off.
    The moment I was naked from the waist down, Luke pushed my shirt up. It bunched around my shoulders and then covered my head before eventually sliding up my arms to settle just below the line of my handcuffs.
    I was naked in Luke's bed. A cold draft blew across my bare skin, as if to make sure I was completely aware of how vulnerable I was, but there were some things mere physical temperatures couldn't compete with. I'd never felt hotter in my life.
    Luke's hands came to rest on my shoulders. They slid down my back very slowly, until they finally settled on my arse. I moaned and pushed my buttocks into his palms. He palmed the muscles, massaging and caressing them in equal measure.
    All too soon, one of his hands disappeared. With my cheek pressed against the mattress, I couldn't see what was going on, but I heard a zipper being undone and I could easily imagine Luke freeing his cock. I instantly forgave him for stopping groping me.
    Another sound danced through the air toward me. Tearing paper. A condom wrapper torn open.
    I squirmed, moving my knees on the bed sheet, impatient and needy but unable to do anything to speed along the process. I thought about begging, but kept that in reserve for later, sure I would need it before the end of the night.
    Luke had made no sound as he got the lube out. The first I knew of its existence was when slicked fingers slid across my hole.
    I jerked forward, not unwilling, just surprised. Luke's fingers stilled.
    "Anything you want to say, Jay?"
    I frowned, not sure what he wanted from me. An apology for moving without permission perhaps? I was quite willing to, but—
    "Want to tell me what your favourite colour is?" Luke rephrased.
    "What?" I lifted my head and tried to look over my shoulder at him. I was all for getting to know him better, but seriously, there was a time and a place!
    "Your safe word is a colour," Luke hinted.
    Oh! I shook my head. "No." I couldn't say it. He couldn't stop. "I don't have a favourite colour," I rushed out. "I don't like any colours at all, I—"
    Two of Luke's fingers pushed inside me. I arched, instinctively trying to press back against them, even though I knew damn well that I'd need a moment or two to adjust before that would be any fun.
    A sharp sting of pain burst through my left buttock as Luke struck it with his open palm. "I'm the only one who's allowed to hurt you from now on. Stay still; don't rush yourself."
    I obediently stilled. Where he'd spanked me, the skin tingled and grew hotter by the moment. Luke's hand returned to massage that exact spot, pulling a deep moan from me.
    "You liked that," he said.
    I didn't deny it. If it hadn't been for the fact those two fingers buried in my hole had just found my prostate, I might have been more than willing to pause for a real spanking.
    Luke crooked his fingers. All thought of wanting anything other than Luke's cock buried in my arse fled from my mind. By the time he finally took his fingers away, I was whimpering, more desperate for sex than I'd ever been in my life.
    The blunt