Page 113 of What Comes Around

“Don’t lie,” he said.

He caught my wrists and forced them behind my back, holding them there easily with one hand.

I couldn’t move. Couldn’t escape.

And I couldn’t stop the small sounds slipping from my lips, couldn’t stop my body from responding no matter how hard I fought it.

He moved with growing intensity, his grip tightening whenever I struggled, whenever I tried to pull away, keeping me exactly where he wanted me. His free hand roamed over my body, shoving my shirt and bra up, his fingers tugging on my nipple piercings, gripping and exploring, owning every reaction he drew from me.

It felt too good.

Better than I had ever imagined.

The roughness. The rawness. The loss of control. It was so easy to let myself believe this was real, that he was some stranger overpowering me, taking what he wanted, leaving me no choice.

His free hand moved to my hair, pulling my head back slightly.

“Now,” he growled, his voice rough against my ear, “it’s time for you to come.”

“No,” I moaned weakly.

“Come on,” he whispered darkly. “Let me feel you come. Let me feel you squeeze me.”

I shook my head, but the words meant nothing. My body was already betraying me, tightening around him, heat building uncontrollably.

He drove into me harder.

I couldn’t stop the sounds escaping me. Couldn’t stop the way my body tightened around him, pulling him deeper, holding him there.

The pressure built faster now and his movements grew more forceful.

“Oh God,” I gasped.

I was close.

He felt it.

“That’s it,” he murmured.

He hauled me upright suddenly, pulling me onto my knees, his arm wrapping tightly around my waist to hold me there. His other hand moved between my legs, pushing me closer to the edge I could no longer escape.

“That’s it,” he murmured against my shoulder as his hips snapped against mine. “Don’t fight it.”

I couldn’t.

My back arched helplessly, my body surrendering completely as sensation overwhelmed everything else. The tension snapped, dragging me over the edge.

I cried out, the sound torn from somewhere deep inside me as the orgasm ripped through me, leaving me trembling, weak, and completely undone.

My body sagged against him, boneless in his arms.

“That’s it,” he whispered roughly. “Good girl.”

A second later, his body tensed behind me, his breath turning ragged. He buried his face against my shoulder, a low groan vibrating through him as he followed me over the edge. I feel his cock twitch, the warm flood of his release soaking my insides.

For a moment, neither of us moved.

Then slowly, carefully, he lowered me back onto the bed.