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Archer leans down to whisper. “I’ll call you whatever I want while you’re tied to my bed.”
He thrusts behind me, entering me to the hilt. I cry out in pleasant surprise. He keeps one hand on my head as he pounds me hard and fast. Pain. Pleasure. It tingles my nerves one after the other, crashing into me with every deep thrust. I twist in blind ecstasy, taking the torment with quick, steady moans.
Archer attacks my ass with a swift, open-palmed spank. I jerk upright a few inches before he forces me to the pillow again.
“Your ass is exquisite.”
He slaps me again and my toes curl. I try to speak but my tongue gives nothing but moans, turned to mush by the pleasure radiating in my core.
He pulls out and I embrace the moment to catch my breath. Archer releases his iron grip on my hair and leans down to kiss my lower back. He moves off the bed onto his knees and his tongue slides down my crack.
My core clenches but everything relaxes as soon as his tongue finds its way into my dripping pussy. He fucks me slowly, gently lapping inside and I bury my face in the pillow to smother my screams. He replaces it with two thick fingers. I quiver with soft sighs as he laps my aching clit and penetrates me.
Another spank jolts my nerves, followed quickly by the sharp bite of his teeth on my rear. I cry out through a clenched jaw, teetering on the edge of ecstasy until he slides his fingers out and presses them hard against my anus.
I ball my fists and wait for pain, but Archer doesn’t enter me. He teases me with firm circles, stroking the tight star while he slips his tongue in again. I shiver from the inside out. My hips round on his face, refusing to stop as climax takes me over. He shoves his tongue deeper as I come, tasting me until I hear a deep chuckle behind me.
Archer stands up and hooks his fingers around the cuff’s chain, pulling my arms straight behind me. Metal rings dig into my skin, but the discomfort only magnifies the surging warmth in me.
He uncuffs one of my hands and my burning arms fall to the bed. “On your back,” he says.
I move slowly and rub my tender wrists as I move to lie down. He’s on me immediately, crushing his lips on me and massaging my breasts with both hands. His fingers slide up my torso before pushing my arms above my head.
He takes hold of my wrists again and slips the handcuffs around the bars of his headboard. Again, I jolt with fear as he forces me into the same position I so desperately wanted to free myself from earlier today but there’s a dark piece of me that wants this.
Needs this.
Archer sits on his knees and pulls me closer, aligning his cock with my slit. I hover over the mattress and my head spins, feeling completely weightless as he does what he wants. Any other moment, with any other man, I’d struggle. I’d find a way out, no matter the cost. But the fight or flight response in me has stalled out completely, leaving me with a feeling I can’t say I’ve experienced very often in my life.
Safe.
Archer kisses me. Rough hands. Soft lips. As he leans forward, his cock slips inside again, filling me with aching pleasure. I forget all about the pain in my wrists and the bullet wound on my side. I forget about yesterday and I ignore what may come of this in the morning.
I kiss him back, rounding my hips to grind on him and he groans with pleasure. His grip tightens on my skin. I draw his bottom lip between my teeth and bite down until he winces with a sly smile and takes me with harder thrusts.
He straightens up and keeps his eyes on me as I writhe and twist in my restraints. The heat builds in me as he pushes himself a little deeper inside. My toes curl. My thighs twitch. Everything in me submits to him as I come again.
“Archer.” I moan his name, digging my nails into my palms.
I hear his deep, satisfied chuckle again. He continues fucking me, refusing to give me a break. I doubt he would at all, even if I begged him to.
Archer lets out a final guttural moan and pulls out of me as he comes. He gives himself a few tight strokes and shoots onto my taut belly. I smile, feeling turned on again by the very sight of it.
He leans over me, reaching above my head with the tiny key to uncuff me. I hug my wrists, rubbing the life back into them as Archer kisses me once more. He picks me up off the mattress as he settles into a seated position. I wrap my legs around him, feeling his warm seed drip from my belly to his thighs but neither of us seems to care.
Our lips lock and our hands roam. We stare at each other as chills fire down my back. I focus on catching my breath, waiting for the moment when my brain kicks back on and urges me to get out of this, but it never quite does.
Archer snatches my wrists, quickly moving my hands in front of his face. He lets out a quiet sigh of relief before releasing them.
“What?” I ask, raising my brow.
He smiles. “Just checking.”
I lick my lips. “You afraid I’ll try and stab you again?”
“Something like that.”
“Well…” I shift forward and guide him down onto his back, “there’s still time.”
