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"Shit, fuck, you son of a-fuck," Sarah could only curse at the sensations that ran through her. "Jesus Christ, fuck, shit, shit, shit."

Hearing her uttering her curses, Bas knew when to push the envelope: soon she was only cursing one word. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!!"

The waves of pleasure that crashed through her were like a tidal wave. She felt herself swept away and tossed around until at last she felt the room stop spinning and air filled her lungs again. The first thing Sarah was able to focus was her hearing; she listened as her husband as he struggled out of his pants.

She found that she was grateful to the fabric because if her husband was as hot as she had been, there was no doubt in her mind that he would have shoved himself inside of her already. Luckily, the delay with his pants allowed her to catch her breath and allow her nervous system to settle down before they really got down to business.

She felt his weight depress the bed before she felt him at her entrance; she quickly put her hand on his chest and stopped him from entering her. He looked up at her, his need roiling in his eyes, but he was doing his damnedest to hold it back.

"Kiss me," was all she said. He dove forward in an attempt to claim her mouth, but she expertly maneuvered out of his way.

"Ah, ah, ah, slowly my corazon, slowly," His only response was a growl, but he did as she asked. He leaned forward and slid his lips against hers; flicking his tongue at the corner of her mouth, until at last, she opened herself to him and tangled his tongue with hers. She heard him groan as their tongues wrestled. She was right - he was so hot, any little bit of pleasure was driving him mad. She wrapped her legs around him and thrust her hips forward seating him within her.

"Maldición," he croaked, as she tightened around him. He didn't move, he didn't even breath, he just shut his eyes tightly as she felt him pulsate within her. She recognized the sensation - she felt it whenever he got too close to his own release. He would flex his pelvic muscles in hopes of stopping his own release and gaining control of himself.

She was not about to let him gain control. She leaned forward so she could whisper in his ear. "Breath, sweetie, or you just might burst a blood vessel," She punctuated her words by stroking him with her internal muscles.

"Gods, please stop!"

"Stop what ... oh, this?" She emphasized her words by stroking him with her internal muscles.

"Babe, stop please, or I'm going to lose it,"

"Well, remember this the next time you get the urge to tie me up, because even if I am tied up, I am still in charge, get it?" She involuntarily clinched her internal muscles around him as she punctuated her words.

"Fuck," was the only word he growled before she felt him release inside of her. She also felt him pulsating, which told her he was trying to stop his release and she wasn't helping. She couldn't help but start laughing.

When Bas had caught his breath, he pushed himself up so he could see her, "It's not that funny." This only made her laugh harder, even as she apologized through her bouts of laughter. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...I didn't mean...to push you... that far." Bas couldn't help but laugh with her, "You just have to be in control, don't you."

Sarah stifled her laugh, looked at him lovingly with her brown eyes, and said "yes." Bas shifted his weight so he could pull himself from her, but she tightened her legs around him,

"Don't ... kiss me"

Bas obliged her. Unlike before, he was no longer fueled by his need to reach paradise, so he took his time savoring her flavor, allowing his mouth to say the things that words somehow could not express. Soon their kisses became more urgent, as they tickled and teased, filling their blood with lust once again. Bas soon found himself becoming erect again. Normally, it would have taken longer than it did, but she helped him achieve full mast by stroking him with her inner walls.

Yet, as all of this went on, they continued to kiss, continued to trade breaths, and continued to bare their souls to one another. Bas' hands roamed all over her body, admiring the shape of her, and silently thanking whatever deity had sent Sarah to him. Finally, instinct took over and he gently started thrusting into her, when he became completely hard once again.

It was the slow love making that Sarah enjoyed on weekend mornings, but the extra blood flowing through her body made her grab a hold of the chains, shortening the slack as she raised herself higher and higher, slowly changing the angle of her hips and making Bas sit back on his haunches. She knew that the position they were in was some kind of variation of the bridge position - she would have to remember to thank Kate for the book on sexual positions. She had a bit more control of her hips in this position, and began to move them in rhythm with her husband's thrusts.

This new position made it feel as though Bas was sinking even deeper into her, which only made her wilder. She bucked her hips to change the tempo, making him fuck her faster and faster. Though she wasn't trying to take control, she just couldn't help it, especially not now when she was racing to the edge of pleasure once again. It was a short race because her pleasure crashed through her like a torrent sweeping her away in its flow. She let go of the chains and dropped down onto the bed to revel in the sensations.

Sarah was aware of her husband breaking their connection when her oversensitive flesh tingled as he removed himself from her. She barely managed to surf through the unexpected waves of pleasure as she found herself suddenly on the edge of the bed! She squeaked in surprise before her husband flipped her on her stomach. She knew what was next, but she still hissed when he seated himself inside of her with a single stroke!

In her pleasure, she had forgotten about her husband ... Bas' blood was boiling and he was unable to hold back any longer. His previous release had been unsatisfying because he had been trying so hard to hold it back. Now he was going to follow his natural instincts and reach the damned stars! He bucked into her with reckless abandon, holding tightly to her hips. He was fucking her as though he was paying by the minute and he needed to finish before he ran out of money. Though he was chasing his own pleasure, he heard his wife's voice cutting through his focus - she was cursing once again.

Knowing that she was close as well, he decided that they would finish together. He slowed his strokes, though every cell in his body was screaming at him to continue to pound away at her. Instead, he found a steady rhythm that kept them both on the edge. Sarah mewled her frustration, wanting him to take more, to push her off the edge again. Though Bas was willing to try anything, he was generously more cautious than his wife was because he didn't want to end up hurting her.

That's why as he stroked into her, his hand glided across her back, feeling the slickness of the dew that collected on her silken skin, and heat that radiated from it. He slid his hand further until he cupped her neck; finally, his hand fluttered through her hair and spread her beautiful blond locks between his fingers, before his hand rested on the back of her head.

Between one breath and the next, he gripped her hair and pulled back as he thrust into her like a man sprinting the final leg of a race. The sound of their flesh slapping against one another added to the cacophony of sounds that were filling the room, like his grunts and his wife's curses as her vocabulary narrowed to that singular word, which she howled like a banshee as pleasure took hold of her.

If the hold of pleasure was tight around her, her hold on him was even tighter, her inner muscles clamped down on him so hard that he felt a sudden jolt run up his back. It sent shockwaves of pleasure running beneath his skin, settling into his skull and leaving him blind to this world, but it let him see the stars.

They both collapsed onto the bed and breathed as though this had been the most exercise they had done a while. Sarah was the first to regain her breath.

"You know you are not that light,"

"Sorry," Bas huffed, before he kissed the back of her neck and sent shivers running through her. As he pulled himself off her, he had a moment of vertigo when he stood up as blood rushed back into his head. He shut his eyes until he felt the world stop spinning, then he entered their bathroom and came back with a washcloth.

When he returned, Sarah was already on her back. He cleaned the signs of their love making from her body before he pulled one of the leavers on the contraption and hauled her to the head of the bed where he placed pillows all around her making her as comfortable as possible.

"Aren't you going to let me out of this thing?"

"Actually, no," Bas replied as he grabbed his pants that were hanging off the back of a chair.

"What do you mean "no," and where the hell are you going?"

"I'm going to get us some lunch. I'm kind of hungry and what I mean is, I'm not done with you yet! Jax and Barbra have agreed to take responsibility of Ali for the next twenty-four hours, so you are mine until then," Bas picked up the T.V remote and turned on the television before he handed it to her. "Here, find something to entertain you, until I get back."

"Sebastian if you don't let me out of this right now you are going to regret it."

He leaned close to her saying, "yeah I know," Then he kissed her hungrily, making her lust replace her anger rather quickly. His hand was palming her breast, his fingers teasing her nipple, making her stomach clench as sensations ran through her. Then just as quickly as he had started, he pulled away saying, "Gotta run,"

Sarah was still scrambling to regain her wits when he walked out the door; she was going to have to make him pay for that! As Sarah looked at the device attached to the bed frame, and the chains tethered to it, she began to imagine all of the possibilities; some of them even gave her shivers of anticipation. Finally, the movie on screen caught her attention - it was "Hansel and Gretel Witch Hunters." No matter how many times she saw the movie, she enjoyed it. So she sat in her throne of pillows and watched it, all the while her libido slowly heated her blood back up as she waited for her husband to return and use her. It was good to be back.