Page 40 of Bound

And fuck him if her gorgeous orifice, spread for him like a decadent dessert, didn’t weep with some thicker tears of blatant arousal.

“Damn me to the best chambers of hell,” he grated. “This might be a little fun, after all.”

Jayd’s heart was in her throat. Her mind—at least the sane part—was gone. Her arms trembled, and her legs were naught but collections of wild tingles. At least she knew the reason for that. All the blood between her toes and hips was a massive pool of sensation between her legs.

The part of her subjected to every degree of Brickham’s hot cobalt stare.

The part of her that became a matching broiler of arousal.

The part of her that sent a harsh gasp up to her mouth as soon as he slid the cold steel into her pussy.

Oh, dear heavens.

It was an instant invasion. A slow, sinister thrust wielded by a wickedly smiling god. It was strange and ruthless and persistent, and yet she choked harder as her tender tissues flexed to welcome it. She was stunned to hear the soft slicks, generated by her own body, as Brickham started some gentle pumps of the steel shaft.

Stars and saints!

Was she really doing this?

Was she really letting him do this?

Was she really liking it?

No. That was not the right word. Or was it? How did she feel about this? It was not sheer bliss, of that she was certain. But there were parts of her that called out for more. That begged her to endure, to continue…to persevere. It was a new and fascinating feeling. A place where she was wide open, fully bare…utterly free.

“That’s it. What a good girl you are.”

Brickham’s voice was strong in her mind but fuzzy in her senses. Even so, she had never felt more connected to him. More sewn into his shadows. The darkness was cruel and illicit as he had warned her—but she did not want to leave.

She wanted more.

So much more.

“My God. You’re drenching this thing, sweetheart. What a naughty Pixie you are, getting so wet even in your punishment.” With his free hand, the man started stroking circles through the drenched curls of her mons, once more taunting close to her engorged little button. So close…but not close enough. “I think your cunt wants more of this big fuck stick. And I think I’m going to grant its wish.”

She was certain she drew blood from biting her lower lip. It was her only defense against spewing with a wry comeback. What that retort would have been, she would never know—because the next moment, he took complete control of her mind as well as her senses.

The penetration was overwhelming. Overpowering. Deep and painful.

And perfect.

Everything in the world went away. Her worries. Her stresses. Her identity and all her confusion about it. Right now, she had only one persona. One purpose. To please her Master with the gift of her body.

It was enough. She was enough.

“Breathe, Pixie.”

She heard his exhortation at the edges of her awareness, and she obeyed. The focus opened more than her lungs. In the depths of her channel, the rod plunged farther.

“Good girl. Such a good little fuck toy. You can take more, Jayd. Do it for me.”

She took another huge breath.

More slides of wet friction in the air.

More pushes of the steel cock inside her body.

“Jesus Christ.” Brickham’s voice grew thick with a new intent. Something that had woven a strange softness into his gruffness. “I’ve been a hundred places on this planet and never seen anything so…” He stopped on a tight cough. “You take my breath away, Pixie. You just—”