Yet I wasn’t alarmed. Not even on a subconscious level. All I felt was what Rhys did to me. The pleasure he built. The teasing that made my disadvantage all the more evident.
He inclined his head toward his dick. “Wanna touch?”
I let my actions answer for me and reached for him.
He yanked my hands away. “I didn’t say you could. I asked if you wanted to.”
“Yes. Definitely. Desperately. Please.”
“How can I say no when you beg so beautifully?” He lowered my hands, and I wrapped both around him, stacked one on top of the other. Even then, I didn’t cover the whole length.
Using the chain, he slid my hands up and down him. Muscles in his broad shoulders tensed and flexed before he started thrusting into my hold.
Jerking himself off but using me to do it.
“Should I shoot my cum on this pretty pink pussy? Make it even messier than it is?”
“Yes. No.” I tried to focus on his question and not the way he was using me. “Whatever you want.”
“’Cause I won the game?”
I shook my head.
“’Cause you’re handcuffed?”
Another head shake.
“Why then?”
“Because I’m yours to do what you want with.”
I thought he’d already lost control, but I was wrong. At my words, whatever thread he’d been clinging to snapped. He yanked my hands from him so he could fill me with a savage thrust. He didn’t slow or go gentler. Keeping that pace, he slammed into me until I began sliding up the bed.
I reached out automatically to try to grip his arms to hold on, but the metal restraints dug in to stop me. I wanted to touch him. His shoulder. His hair. Something.
He didn’t give me the chance.
Pinning my arms over my head, he gripped my hip in his free hand and lowered his body tight to mine.
The restraints.
His body sliding against me, pinning me to the mattress in multiple spots.
The tight angle he entered me that made it feel like he was splitting me in two in the best way ever.
It was a heady kind of power to be powerless.
My body lit up again, each pleasure atom multiplying until my body tingled with euphoria. I was vaguely aware of Rhys’s harsh groan as warmth filled me only to be pushed back out with each bottomed-out surge, but it was a haze.
I no longer had a mind.
Or a body.
Or a soul.
Rhys had fucked it all out of me.
Because I belonged to him.
