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He made an adjustment, tightening the rope around her thighs, and she made a small noise of discomfort. "More or less?" he asked, his breath along her cheek.
With the constriction had come a throb of need that settled between her legs. How did he do that to her? Or was it already in her, and he'd merely revealed it, opening all the paths not taken but suddenly so appealing? Down the rabbit hole was the perfect way to describe it.
"More," she whispered.
"Good girl," he said, his approval and pleasure obvious. He adjusted it, let the rope bite into her skin. "That'll leave a pretty mark. Now be quiet, because I want to concentrate on fucking you."
He guided his cock into her slow, working his way forward. Though he'd introduced pain into the restraints, he didn't rush or force himself into her tender folds, so as he made his way into the channel his ropes had constricted into an even tighter fit, his penetration was all the more excruciatingly pleasurable. Her cunt contracted on him and she moaned, her wrists flexing in the bonds, forearms jerking against the length of rope holding them to her thighs, a reminder that she had to stay in this position because that was how he'd bound her.
"Fucking heaven," he groaned, gripping her buttock in one strong hand. "Gorgeous round ass, tight pussy, and this..."
Both hands slipped in front of her to cradle her breasts, fingers finding sensitive nipples to pluck, pinch and play. She writhed, crying out in involuntary reaction, the sensations shooting through her like starbursts. "Gorgeous tits. Firm and full and fucking God..."
"Des," she pleaded, though she had no clue for what, since her body was being stormed, invaded, overwhelmed, conquered. All she wanted and needed was more of the same feeling.
"Suck it up, love," he said mercilessly, his voice a caress. "You're taking everything I want to do to you this morning. I want you sore inside and out, hoarse from screaming, and wearing a mile-wide grin thinking of me taking you like this. I'm reinforcing the lesson we went over last night. You're mine. The only woman I want."
He was all the way to the balls now. He dropped his hold to her hips as he began to thrust, making it clear her purpose was to service his need, his thick, pounding need. Her pussy spasmed, but without the clitoral stimulation, the response built and built, holding her on that edge. He was hammering another lesson home. He would let her come when he was good and ready, when she was willing to abandon all dignity and beg for it.
It kept scaring her, the way he did this. She told herself over and over it was the whole hypnotic, addictive power of BDSM dynamics, which could captivate like a siren while meaning nothing. But it didn't feel like nothing. Not in the slightest. And he was telling her in no uncertain terms that it didn't feel like nothing to him, either. He was pulling her so deeply into him, she couldn't, didn't want to say no. To anything.
When he released, she shrieked at the sensation, so near climax but not quite there. He flooded her inside and she felt the seed trickling out around his length and against her labia. Curving himself tight around her, he recaptured her breasts, teeth scraping her neck. She was so needy, ready to beg, but he chose to be merciful.
"Your turn, baby," he said. He lengthened the tether between thighs and wrists and turned her so she was on her elbows, her body still coupled together with rope so her ass was in the air. He steadied her on her bound knees. Wrapping an additional rope around her wrists, he looped it over her neck and cinched it down so her forehead couldn't lift more than an inch or two from her knuckles.
"Des..." She kept speaking his name, and only his name, but each time she uttered it possessed a wealth of different meanings. The climax was so close, but other things as well, a panic roaring up. Trembling had become shaking. She'd been alone for too long, and he took away every shield, every stitch of emotional clothing when he did all of this. She did believe him, she did, but a betrayal by him would literally kill her.
She couldn't put that on him. Things were closing in, she needed to get loose, she needed to stay this way forever, she needed a climax...she needed him, in every definition of the word "need" there was.
"Help..."
"Hey.... Sshh..." He was over her, covering her, his hand cupped over the top of her head, and that gesture alone helped. It said, I'm here, I've got you. You're under my protection.
He banded his lean, strong arm around her waist and molded himse
lf against her hips. He was still semi erect, and he reached back to guide himself into her again, her tight fit making it possible to hold him, even when he wasn't at full mast. "See, love? I'm right here. Calm down. Just breathe."
She breathed, pressed her head to her hands and felt his body thrumming with life against and inside her. It was okay. She was okay.
He felt the shift, murmured his approval. Then he was sliding from her, his palm stroking along her spine as he moved behind her, bent and put his mouth on her cunt, framed by her bound thighs. He plunged his tongue in deep to eat her pussy. He attended to it with the same thoroughness with which he kissed her, taking her over, taking his time, tasting her fully. Sucking on the swollen tissues, he lapped at the moist pockets of her thighs, then put his mouth over her clit to massage it with his lips while his tongue darted back into her cunt to lick and play, swirl and stab.
He had his arm banded around her thighs to hold her up, because balance disappeared as the orgasm seized her. It was on the upward rise when the intensity of it wrested the first scream from her, and that cry built into shrieks, a composition of yearning, strident notes as he kept going down on her. He relentlessly took her past sanity, the longest roller coaster she'd ever experienced. She clawed the sheets with her restricted range and sobbed over the screams. Her body shuddered, pulling so the ropes bit into her thighs with a burning ache.
As she was coming down, he slammed his cock into her again, her response obviously having accelerated his recuperation time. He was the best combination of selfishly demanding and generously giving lover she'd ever had. Her cries became animal noises, grunts and guttural whimpers as his hips pounded her ass, testicles slapping her clit. He kept her there until he'd come again, and then he flipped her over, held her knees to her chest with one capable hand on the back of her thighs. He sucked on her clit until he wrested another intense, almost painful orgasm out of her.
At the end of that one, she was a mindless mess. Even the aftershocks had the same intensity as a climax.
He was speaking to her in that calming tone again, though she heard an erratic note that told her he'd been as affected by what had just happened as she was. But he would take control, take care of her, because that was part of what drove him, as much as her surrender to him was driven by her own deepest needs.
He loosened the rope over her neck and removed the tether between her wrists and thighs. When he took off the wraps around her thighs, he soothed the abrasions he'd deliberately put upon her. After wrapping her up in a blanket, he shifted to hold her against him. Both of them reclined on the bed, his head bent over hers, arms sure and strong around her. She clung to his forearms over her chest, twitched and jerked, made little noises he answered with peaceful crooning, holding her even closer. Since her body kept convulsing, she wondered if some of her neurons had shorted out.
"It's all right," he said, many times, in different ways. He spread kisses over her jaw, her throat, her lips. He stroked her body, long, soothing passes that helped bring her back to earth. She realized he'd left her wrists bound, and her fingers were curled in the blanket.
"It helps with the aftercare, to leave at least one restraint on," he said, noticing her awareness. "For some subs in particular, like you."
It spotlighted that this was a normal thing for him, rocking some woman's universe. Stop it, she told herself fiercely. Did she think he'd done his wedding dress routine with every sub? She wasn't going to require him to reassure her over and over again about something he'd made clear. It was her problem to figure out how to trust, how to get past a bunch of baggage from past assholes. She wasn't going to make him responsible for unpacking all that debris and incinerating the suitcases.
"You remember what I told you?" he asked. "That I'm not much into the whole call me Master or Sir thing?"
