d i f f e r e n t  b o n d
COVEY'S POV:

I walk out of the bathroom in my robe, pouting to myself when Conrad is still preparing for tomorrow's lecture. I sigh dramatically and get in bed next to him, grabbing the book I'm about to finish off the nightstand. When I let out another huff and puff of air, Conrad takes his left hand and places it on my right thigh to let me know he's still here.

Reading the last page of the book, I try to drag out the sentences as long as I can. But the page ends too soon and before I know it I'm finished and bored with nothing left to do. Shutting it, I put it back on the nightstand and lay my head on Conrad's shoulder, closing my eyes.

"Are you almost done?" I whisper, my chin moving up and down, muffling my words against his bare skin.

"Almost," he says, but I can tell he's deep in concentration.

I sigh again and hook a leg over his waist, causing him to groan. "Covey, you're in the way of the computer," he grumbles, but he adjusts and lets me stay anyways. "I swear I'm almost done, baby. Give me a couple minutes."

"Okay," I mumble, wrapping my arms around his torso and tracing his abs with my fingers. Hehe.

And I'm so friggin' bored, literally counting sheep, when I look at the clock and see that it's past midnight. Does this dude not want to go to bed?

Finally, he shuts the computer and flips us around so my back is on the mattress and my head is cradled by the pillows. "It's Monday, mi amore. You know what that means?"

"Dino chicken nuggets?" I ask before pulling my lip between my teeth.

"I get to fuck you," he says, a dangerous look in his eyes. "And after working on tomorrow's lecture, I really need a release." Conrad reaches down to untie my robe. "Shitty poetry. I hate poetry and stupid stanzas," he grumbles, but every word he says is still hot—hot just like his fiery touches.

"I think poetry is beautiful," I whisper, reaching up and pecking his lips.

He undresses me and starts feeling me up, a look of desperation on his face. "Yeah? Well I think you're very beautiful."

And then he's leaning down to kiss me. My lips. Your lips. Apocalypse. I feel his tongue and let it invade my mouth in a delicious frenzy. Because I love him and I know that he loves me and I know we have more than just a physical attraction to each other. And that physicalness is our way of appreciating each other.

I think we learned that this weekend. And if he didn't, at least I did.

So when he starts trailing his lips down my chin and across my neck until he reaches my cleavage, and his fingers make their way to my clit, I start to swirl my fingers around his hair in appreciation. Because he makes me feel so wanted, needed, and secure.

He slips a couple fingers inside of me as his tongue whirls around my nipples, and I'm short of breath, already gasping for air. His fingers work and carve my front walls and find my g-spot almost instantly, hitting it over and over again in a constant motion. In response, I spread my legs wider, arching my back and moaning in immense pleasure.

But what I really want is his mouth on me, so I reach down and push Conrad's head away to guide him there. And he places impatient kisses up and down my stomach until his tongue licks my slit once, and twice, and then flicks it around my apex and clit in a tantalizing way. His tongue is soft and caring, but it's giving me everything I want and need.

He inserts his fingers in me again, his mouth working my crux and outside folds as his fingers hit my sensitive areas inside. And everything he's doing has me moaning and gasping, tugging and pulling at his hair, as well as bucking and moving my hips to his rhythm.

"Ah, Conrad..." I let my sentence trail off in a whisper. "Oh god, oh god."

He looks up at me between my legs, sucking on my apex lightly. And he winks, which is both so hot yet cheesy, sucking and letting go before repeating the same motion again and again. His fingers work my g-spot and I have to grip the hair on his scalp even harder as I feel my high onsetting.

I moan loudly, shutting my eyes and throwing my head back on the pillows as he makes me come—convulsing into a euphoric trance and moaning as my body shutters. He doesn't stop until I'm done and tired. My breathing is heavy and my body's shivering from his touches. When he finally lifts his head and removes his fingers from me, he shows me his middle and ring finger before sticking them in front of my face.

"Suck," he tells me, grabbing my chin.

I nod, opening my mouth so he can put them in. And I taste myself, looking up at him through my eyelashes. He groans as I swirl my tongue around his fingers, sucking them hard. Pulling them out, Conrad bends down and kisses my lips as if it's a reward; soft, reassuring, loving.

"Good girl," he mutters, his tongue lapping my own before letting his teeth graze my lip. I taste myself again, our mouths forming in unison to one another. 

I tilt my head away from his and say, "Can I have you?"

He nods, and gets up from on top of me to walk around towards his dresser, pulling out the pair of pink fuzzy cuffs. Oh. Ohhhh. "Only if I get to have you the way I want."

"Yes, Sir." I sit up on my knees in anticipation. "Anything you want."

He smiles, a real genuine one too, but it doesn't last long as it's replaced with a smirk of evil. He walks over to the bed, pushing me down on the mattress to situate my body the way he wants; laying me on my side with my knees to my chest and my arms under my thighs. Oh. Ohhhh. He takes the cuffs and binds my wrists together with them, and I realize I'm completely unable to move and I have to display full trust in Conrad right now.

He has me at the edge of the bed, and he kneels down so we're at eye level though I can't see him due to the position I'm in. "I love you, Covey."

"I know."

"I won't hurt you," he whispers, his hands brushing along my curves.

I nod. "I believe that you wouldn't." Or I'll go Bruce Lee on you, Coco Puff.

"Do you trust me enough to give yourself to me like this?" he asks, kissing my hip. "If not, I will undo the cuffs right now. You just have to tell me."

"Please fuck me," I say with slight aggression. Sugarcoating my words, I add another, "Please?"

And then a hand is planted smack on my booty in a harsh motion, causing me to gasp. Oh. Ohhhh. We're doing it dirty right now.

"No fucking bad words," he grits out, standing up and rubbing the spot he spanked. "Those are reserved for me. I like the small ounce of innocence you still acquire when you don't say them, it turns me on."

"Okay." I gulp, the sound of him shuffling around the room making me even more impatient. "Yes, Sir."

Conrad stands at the opposite end of the bed so I can see him, his body fully naked and exposed to me. "You're very gorgeous, baby."

I stare at him in disbelief. I wish I could touch him. "You like to tease me, don't you?"

"I can say the same about you," he chides, glaring down at me with that stormy gray expression I so dearly love. "Trying to feel me up and distract me as I'm working."

"A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do," I mutter, shrugging my shoulders the best I can.

Chuckling, he presses his lips in a fine line. 

His erection, prominent and excited in front of me, is at eye level yet too far to reach out and touch—because I'm kindly tied up right now. So when he starts touching himself, I bite my lip and look up at him in anticipation. Mouth parted, eye hooded, and his gaze solely on mine, he pumps himself until he's fully hard and ready. And then he's walking back over to my side, skimming my feet, ankles, calves, thighs, and hips with his fingers along his way. Then his tips is pressed at my entrance, rubbing my folds a few times to coat it with my wetness.

Sighing, he says, "When I take you this time, it's gonna be different. No mercy shown." He takes my hair in his hands and puts it in a ponytail with a scrunchie he must've found somewhere.

"Okay," I breathe out as he slowly eases into me. 

"But it's a different kind of bond too. Different bondage, different bond." He stops after he's a few inches deep. "This is all about trust."

When I'm completely full of him, he turns his hips a few times so I get used to his size. "And you're going to come when I say so, okay?"

"Yes, Sir." Rail me, I need it.

He pulls out of me till his tip is aligned at my entrance again, a sweet yet sharp thrust following. I cry out in a moan, digging my nails into my palms. Repeating the same motion, Conrad lets out a few ragged breaths as if containing his own moans. He grabs the ponytail on the back of my head and wraps my hair around his hand so I'm pinioned beneath him with absolutely no escape.

I moan again, shutting my eyes as his girth goes in and out, and round and round, and hard and harder and harder. He finally succumbs to a single, soft moan as his free hand slaps my behind again, his hips rolling and grinding into me at all the right angles. It hurts—how rough he's going—but at the same time it's so good and I don't want him to stop.

My mouth goes agape and tears fill my eyes. "Ah—mhm—argh." I hiss and try to shake my head but I can't due to his grip on my hair. "Conrad!"

"Ah fuck—shit—yeah?" I hear the clip in his voice as he asks for validation.

I moan, my lip quivering. "Mhm."

He grows harsher with my pleas and cries, lifting a knee up on the bed to get a deeper angle. He drops my hair, but both his hands hold down my head and neck as he leans down to breath into my ear.

"Take it," he seethes, biting my earlobe. "Fucking take it like a good student." 

Groaning, his inhales and exhales hard to detect, his hips beckon his length to reach my cervix untiringly. He's so rough and deep that I bite my lip and screw my eyes shut, his sharp thrusts and erratic breath so close to my ear, making it feel like he's somehow scolding me. But I love it. As much as it hurts, it feels so good as his length goes in and out and round and round, and it scares me how much I find absolute exquisite pleasure in this pain.

I moan, my mouth dropping open as he slows his thrusts, moving my head so my neck is craned to look at him. "You feel so fucking good, baby," he whispers, a growl escaping his lips before kissing me quickly. I reach up and kiss his lips desperately, but he pulls away too fast for my liking—then he's back to putting a hand around my neck and pinning me to the mattress.

"Conrad," I whisper, looking at him with lustful eyes. "Conrad, Conrad... Conrad." I'm just gonna die.

He grinds his hips slowly, and I can hear the bed frame hitting the wall behind us with how deep he's pushing himself into me. I wish I could touch him. At least I'm able to catch my breath as he thrusts into me as a sweet and pleasurable pace.

But it doesn't last long, because soon enough he's going rough again. In—churn—out—churn—around—buck—again—hold. And again and again and again. I'm crying, tears streaming down my face as my nose goes running, but it's because of the tingly sensation I feel building up inside my stomach. The pain turns to pleasure, and after that I'm lost. Lost in his touches, his scent, his breathing, his oxygen, the life he pours into me.

"Fuck—I'm gonna come," he grits out, going faster and more aggressive.

I clench my walls around him as I feel my own orgasm come close, attempting to hold it off. But instead that's what tips him over the edge. Before I know it, he says, "Come," and is bending down to kiss me as if catching my breath. 

We come together, my body shaking underneath him and coiling up even smaller as I dig my nails into my palms again. I feel his ejaculate fill me up as he stills for a brief second to release his semen, but then he continues rolling his hips into me to ride out our highs. Conrad holds my face in his hands and kisses me deeply; deep and demanding just as his thrusts are.

"Good girl," he whispers, brushing his nose against mine. He wipes the tears from my face with the pads of his thumbs, caressing my cheek with his knuckles. "You're such a good girl."

"Thank you," I whisper, sniffling a little. For everything you do to and for me.

He kisses my cheekbone. "Ti amo, mi amore. Sposami?"

"Huh?" I ask, fluttering my eyelashes.

Shaking his head, he pulls out with a hiss as he removes himself from on top of me. "That's something you don't need to worry about."

"Okay."

He reaches around to get the keys to the cuffs and unlocks them for me, releasing my sore body from the uncomfortable position. I stretch out along the mattress, inhaling a deep breath. Conrad opens the covers and lays next to me before wrapping an arm around my waist to pull me to him.

"You're my favorite person," I say, resting my head on his chest to hear his heartbeat. Fast and excited. Mine too, Coco.

"You will always be mine," he tells me, looking up at the ceiling in thought as his fingers trace my back. "How was that?"

"Different," I say, knowing he's referring to what he just did to me.

He hums. "And you liked it?"

"Painful pleasure," I say with a nod. "A different bond."

"I love you, okay?" He pinches my waist. "Only you."

I smile because I know he just doesn't want me to be scared he'll hurt me. Nodding again, I sit up and straddle his waist so I can lean down to kiss him. "And I love you," I whisper, putting his jaw in my hands. "Only you. Okay?"

He leans up to meet me halfway, his mouth giving me the answer to that question. Okay.

I move my hips against him, my wet folds teasing his semi-erection in hopes to get it hard again. "I want love," I say shyly, running my fingers through the side of his hair.

He lifts the sheets and bunches them at our hips and waists, letting himself relax against the bed. "Anything for you, Cove."

"I want you so much." I bite my lip and run my hands along his defined pecs down to his abs before resting my hands at the side of his head. 

Connecting our foreheads, he reaches down and lines himself up against my entrance again, easing into me until I'm full. I moan, slowly rocking my hips back and forth and bucking them to the rhythm of our kisses. But this, this is what I love the most. The love between us. I love our love.

He grabs my hips and waist messaging them, thrusting into me from the bottom. Sighing, I say, "If there are an infinite number of stars, it's gotta be fate that ours aligned to meet."

"You're still thinking about that?" he asks, every trip of him going in and out of me meaning more than just a thrust.

"You love me as much as the ocean—" I moan, shutting my eyes in brevity as he rubs my sensitive walls with his length. "And I love you for as long as there's stars in the sky."

Let's go somewhere where the stars and the ocean kiss.

"Very poetic," he hisses, kissing my jaw. "I love you."

"I love you more."

He thrusts into me deeper, slightly bending his knees underneath me. "That's not possible."

"I said I love you first," I whisper, gasping as he holds my hips in place so he can enter me as his own accord.

"I. Fucking. Love. You.," he says, every word coming after each thrust.

I drop my head on his shoulder, nodding and moaning as he keeps me at that spot. His shaft moves in and out, sliding against my right side and hitting my g-spot again and again. 

"Okay," I breathe, grabbing onto his hair. I tug on it as he goes faster and faster. "Okay!" I say again, screwing my eyes shut and holding my breath.

I surrender and my core is shaking as I'm pressed against him, his length drilling me as I look into his eyes. My hair is a mess and it tangles with his as he reaches up to meet me in a kiss. And then I'm coming and erupting into another orgasm, holding him closer to me while we both give ourselves to each other once more. 

I feel him fill me up with his cum again as I shatter and moan into his mouth, my body quivering in his arms. I love you, Conrad Monroe, so much.

I roll off of him when I'm exhausted, completely spent for the night. I got the rough and love from Conrad after three nights without it. I'm satisfied and done and tired.

He leans over and pecks my forehead. "You should go to the bathroom, love. I don't want you getting a UTI."

I blush and turn over so my back is to him. "I will in a little. Let me catch my breath."

"Don't think you're going to bed without taking care of yourself," he mutters, kissing my shoulder and then my collarbone.

"Thank you for caring about me," I say, shrugging my shoulders as he tries to kiss me deeper. "I love you."

He taps my booty before saying, "Go to the bathroom so we can go to bed."

"Okay." I reach down and grab Chubbs from where he was sitting on the floor. "Here, you can cuddle with Chubbs until I come back."

"What the—"

I smile as I watch him set the purple plushie on his chest, playing with Chubbs' tiny arms. They're both so cute.

When I'm done with my tinkle, I grab Conrad a hot, wet towel and throw it at him before tackling him to the bed. "Woah," he says out of shock.

I clean him up and then sit on his abs, grabbing Chubbs from him. "I forgot to tell you, there's a basketball game later ton—"

"I know." He clenches his jaw as I mention it. "Covey, remember what happened last time you went to a basketball game?"

I sigh. "I know, I know. But I like the game... and I want to go with Kayley my roommate."

"I'm your roommate now," he argues, pushing me off him and throwing the towel to the side. Not yet. Not necessarily.

I wrap my arms around his body as mine cups his, trying to convince him. "Please Conrad?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

He shake his head and I bite his shoulder. Then I put my forehead against his back, blowing on it. 

"Kayley is dating Venice," I explain, tracing his spine with my fingertips. "He won't try to kiss me, I promise." Then I whisper again, "I promise."

"Fine," he grumbles, his chest going in and out with air. "Fine, go to the game or whatever. Just don't do anything stupid. I'll pick you up at our spot afterwards, but keep me in the loop with what's happening. You trusted me right now, so I think I can trust you too."

"Thankies," I say with a small squeal.

He groans, reaching back to grab my hand and put it over his waist. "You're welcomes." Conrad kisses my knuckles before resting his hand in mine. "Goodnight."

"Nighters," I mumble, pecking his shoulder blade before closing my eyes.
Good friggin' nighters.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Woah. That was intense.
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