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“Yep. I know I do.”
“We shall see what you think in a few days.” When he backed away, I whimpered involuntarily.
He rolled me over, twisting the rope in the process. As he pushed me onto my knees, I was struck by just how much control he was in. The man could do anything he wanted to do to me, and I couldn’t stop him. The thought was both terrifying and freeing at the same time.
The way he dragged the tip of a single finger down my spine forced another slight yelp.
“Why the tattoos?” I asked, although I wasn’t certain why I was trying to distract him.
“Because I appreciate fine art. Perhaps I’ll have your beautiful body decorated. Would you like that,cherie? Would you like my name to be tattooed in a very special place?” He ran his finger down the crack of my ass before patting my bottom as if he’d found that perfect place on his own.
“Yes.” Why did the word come so easily for me?
He took his time rolling his hand across my hip, dancing his fingers to my taut bud. As he flicked his finger across my sensitive bud, I shifted back and forth. “Just think about how gorgeous your nipples would be encircled with my name and pierced with my diamonds.”
His dirty promise made me quiver all the way to my toes.
“God, yes.” I could envision it easily, the longing for him to make me his increasing with every touch, every kiss.
The exploration tingled me all over and when he cupped my pussy, fingering my clit as he’d done with his tongue, I almost climaxed on his hand. “Imagine if I pierced your sweet pussy lips. Eh?”
My mouth was suddenly dry, envisioning a silver chain hooking the piercings together, tugged anytime he wanted my wet mouth wrapped around his cock. I almost laughed from the titillation I was getting from his filthy questions. “Uh-huh.”
“You’ll have that and even more, my sweet. Anything for my very good girl.”
God, how I wanted to be his good girl now and always. When he gripped my hips, finally thrusting his cock back inside, I threw my head back, doing everything I could to keep from screaming. The last thing I wanted was to awaken the sweet little boywho was sleeping in the very next room. But it was close to impossible not to make a sound, my exaggerated moans drifting toward the ceiling.
He wrapped one hand around my long strands, fisting and tugging, holding my head in position like he had my body imprisoned. This was a powerplay, letting me know that he was my master. Why was it that just thinking about what he could do to me kept me in a heightened state of excitement? My pussy constantly clenched like a tight vise, drawing him in even deeper. I could feel the hard throb of his shaft, his cock larger than ever, filling me completely.
When he started to pump in long, brutal strokes, driving me to within a couple of inches of the headboard, I couldn’t stop panting like a wild dog. We were nothing but animals, our combined sounds wild and uninhibited. He pounded even harder, the bed shaking on its frame. Still, he refused to stop.
I continued to quiver, already drifting close to another powerful orgasm. I sensed he knew exactly what he was doing to me, driving harder and faster, pushing me to the point of no return. Within seconds, that’s exactly what happened. I was driven to the brink of sweet madness where desire and emotions collided with any concept of rational thinking. As lights floated in front of my field of vision, I was pitched headlong into an even more intense climax.
“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” The single syllable was the only sound I could make, my mind shattered from the extreme pleasure.
Even more crazed than before, he used my hair as a leash, smacking my bottom six times in rapid succession as I continued in the throes of ecstasy. Only when I stopped shaking like a leaf did he pull all the way out, tapping his cock against my achingbuttocks. I knew exactly what he had on his mind, claiming every hole as his own.
That’s exactly what he did, pressing his slickened tip to my puckered hole.
“Remember that you feed my soul,” he growled. “With your words, your actions, and your voluptuous body. Now, I feed yours.” With that he pushed several inches inside. As I’d experienced before, there was a wash of discomfort slamming into pain but within seconds, I was dragged into another wave of pleasure. He knew how to control himself better than any man I’d been with, pushing the last remaining inches deep with utter tenderness.
Still, I held my breath, fighting the crazy urges to try to break free if for no other reason than to see what he’d do.
Once he was fully seated, he let go of my hair, wrapping his arms around me. With one hand, he cupped my breast, flicking his finger back and forth across my nipple before pinching the tender tissue between his thumb and forefinger.
“Such a bad… man,” I managed, fighting the lightheadedness that continued to build. Even shackled, I felt freer than I ever had, basking in the heated warmth and shared electricity.
“As I told you before,” he whispered in his guttural, husky tone. “I will always maintain control. Over you. Over your body and soul. Now I’ve managed to capture your heart. Tell me I’m wrong,cherie.”
He wasn’t wrong. I’d fallen maddeningly head over heels in love with him. It was crazy. It was surreal.
It was dangerous.
But that no longer mattered.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
He snickered, biting down on my shoulder before nuzzling his face into my neck. “My good girl.” He repeated the rhythm he’d used before, the rough strokes of his cock providing a sweet outlet for the anguish rushing through me from his delicious but brutal abuse of my nipple.
