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His mouth covers mine as I moan and scream, the orgasm feeling like it’s pulling the life from me and delivering it into him. I arch, twist, trying to stop the cataclysmic eruption inside of me, but it’s no use.
“Greedy, wet, messy little pussy. I’m going to memorize every inch of you. But first, you still have a punishment coming.”
His lips take mine again as another orgasm pushes me into the abyss. The last thing I remember thinking, is thank you.
Thank you. For what I’m not sure yet.
Chapter Eight
Meadow
Why I’m not scared out of my mind, I’m not sure.
Chain’s hands grab me under my arms, and he tosses me like a doll farther up onto the bed, my head landing in a pile of pillows which immediately swallow me up and cover my face.
I flail at the softness, something no one knows is I cannot stand to have blankets or pillows or anything on my face. Panic sets in instantly and I’m screaming, pushing and pulling at the pillows, kicking until I see Chain’s face as he wraps an arm under my back and pulls me up then reaches behind and battles the invisible demons before gingerly laying me back down, my head secure on the tops of the pillows.
“Sorry.” I pant, heat of embarrassment burning my cheeks. “I can’t…” I swallow hard, taking a ragged breath. “I have a phobia. Something from when I was little.”
“Hey.” His voice is low, his eyes searching my face. “I may want you to be a little fearful, but I never want you to be afraid. You okay?” His rough fingers trace my cheek and I let out a long breath, nodding. “Good. Any other phobias I should know?” There’s a hint of a smile that starts but his voice is sincere.
“No.” I lick my lips, the panic flowing out of me as his finger drifts over my lips, down my chin. “Just pillows and blankets over my face. Guns, knives, the apocalypse…” I shrug. “…all good.”
The devilish glint in his eyes reappears and the tightness down low returns in a rush. “Because I’m more than ready for your punishment to start.”
He shifts, leaning over to the side of the bed and opening a drawer in the nightstand, pulling out black nylon rope and my stomach flutters.
“You just happen to keep rope in your nightstand?” I challenge, surprised at the boiled jealously I feel thinking this is a regular thing for Chain.
His hand snaps forward, clutching my face, pushing my jaw bones apart as his eyes burn into mine.
“I’m going to say this once. No one has made me hard for a long fucking time, princess. I knew I’d have your sweet ass here sooner or later. From the day I set my eyes on you, all I’ve done is plan. For you. For me. For us. This?” He dangles the ropes above my face. “Just part of the plan.”
He releases my face, taking my hands in his, and I feel the loop of the rope circling my wrists. Tight, but not too tight. Not like the assholes who put on the zip ties.
My hands are bound together as he raises them over my head and I hear the rope’s friction on the top of the metal headboard, unable to take my eyes from Chain’s chest as he moves and ties. Watching the inked skin over sinuous muscle as he works the rope, desire clutches deep inside me.
I shouldn’t want this. This stranger, who only days ago was nothing more than another captor, now immobilizing me for his use, and my pussy is throbbing. He reaches for the leash, still clipped to the metal collar, and entwines it with the black rope as I lay helpless and gushing.
Completely secured, there’s a tug in the muscles of my shoulders, but it’s not painful. Chain shifts backwards and I hear his boots hit the floor as he runs a hand over his mouth, holding it there, his eyes drifting up and down my body, leaving a trail of desire in their wake.
“Spread your legs.” He bites out and I hesitate for a second.
His thick arm darts forward, hand on the outside of my thigh and shoves me onto my hip as I gasp. A second later his other hand comes down hard, a stinging smack flashing red in my eyes as I squeeze them shut and cry out.
“Spread your legs. I don’t like to repeat myself.” I hear the words as the heat from his hand print radiates outward and my hips fall back onto the mattress.
I ease my knees open, the cooler air of the room tingling on the blazing heat of my sex, and I hear a low groan from Chain.
When I open my eyes, he’s at the end of the bed, staring between my legs with satisfaction and lust in his eyes.
