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Pulling the chain from between her lips, I pluck her nipples. She winces a bit, so I pinch harder, knowing what it does to her. Then I snap the clamps again and line the first one up. Some men secure them behind the nipple. But I’m not some man.
I’m Alistair fucking Dixen, and I don’t do anything half-assed. She cries out as I secure her nipple in the clamp. Rory doesn’t have time to recover before I bind the second one and give the chain a tug. Goddamn, this woman is so fucking hot.
Moving around to her back, I grip her hips and pull her against me. The ropes shudder from the action, and the chain jingles. With our bodies connected, I grind my hips against her ass, letting her feel my hard cock.
“Feel what you do to me? And you haven’t even touched me. That’s how incredible you are. How amazing. That’s why I can never let you go.”
Rory moans as I slide my hand around her hip and down her body.
“Come for me, baby. Come all over my fingers. Take your pleasure while you scream my name.”
“Fuck yes,” she groans as I strum her clit like a fucking guitar string. In less than a minute, her legs are trembling, her breaths are shallow, and her toes curl where they hang.
Her back arches, and she explodes, crying out as a gush of wetness drenches my hand, but I don’t stop.
Fuck no, I keep going.
“Come again,” I command.
“I—I…”
“Don’t you fucking say you can’t,” I growl. “You can and you will.”
Fingers slick from her orgasm, I glide them over her swollen clit until she’s screaming and crying, panting and shaking with her head lolling.
Using my other hand, I pull on the nipple chain, lifting her sore buds up and down in time with my fingers flicking her clit.
She unravels.
“Ahh. Ahh. Ahh!” she screams, and the sound is hauntingly beautiful, filled with pain and seduction from a woman who’s finally let it go and given in to the possibilities of pleasure.
I can’t fucking take it anymore.
I twirl my finger in the air and the ropes are lowered. I unhook her legs and hold her in my arms as I walk her pliant body over to the bed, her hands still bound, and lay her down.
Her eyes are closed in that post-orgasmic euphoria that I’m so proud I gave her.
“We’re not done yet. It’s time for this Marauder to find his treasure.”
Rory moans as I tug on the nipple chain and swat her thighs, which fall lazily open for me. Her cunt has blossomed so beautifully for me, her swollen lips open to display the pink, glistening cunt inside them.
She’s a fucking sight to behold.
I unbuckle my belt and remove it in one slick pull that I might have practiced once or a hundred times, then I secure one of her ankles with it and bind it to the footboard. Her hands rest above her head as I scoot between her legs and shimmy my pants off my hips.
This is it, the moment I’ve been envisioning in my dreams since that day I saw her in the jewelry store, a day that has changed both of our lives.
I fist my length, and she watches hungrily, her emerald eyes darting from my cock to my face. Leaning over her, I cage her head with my arms and capture her mouth, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
I don’t even have to work my way in, her wet pussy is already prepared. Hands free, I slip inside of her and pump my way in, moaning against her lips as I do.
She feels amazing. Warm, wet, tight, and perfect. Just how I fantasized when I’d jerked off dozens of times.
And now it’s happening.
“You’re so fucking amazing,” I whisper, breaking the kiss as I slowly move my hips. Any faster, and I’ll come quickly like a chump. I want to savor this moment, this one memory, and sear it into my brain so I’ll never forget how she looked or how she made me feel.
“Thank you,” she mouths, her voice lost in the moment. Our eyes lock, and I let her see all of me—the broken man, the man who’s hated himself for so long but has finally started to rebuild. I let her see how much I need her, how much I desire her, cherish her.
