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“Fuck yes.”
Lust spreads across his features as he watches me, and when he jerks to his feet, I almost flinch. He rips off his jacket and tears off his shirt, exposing his tan, scared, ripped chest.
Licking my lips, I watch him undo his slacks, reach in, and rearrange himself before he climbs onto the bed. He straddles my waist and places his hands next to my head as he leans in, running his lips over my cheek to my ear.
“You are so wet, I can almost smell your cunt, little doe,” he growls. “You love it, don’t you? You love the idea of being tied up for me, mine to do whatever I want?”
“Why don’t you find out?” I challenge, my voice breathless with my own need.
Most girls would balk and demand to be released, but damn if I don’t love this fucked-up little game we are playing. Gray doesn’t scare me, but what does is how much I need him.
His talented fingers remove my pants, leaving me in nothing but a tiny thong. Reaching into his pants, he pulls out a knife and cuts my shirt away, leaving me bare. Holding my gaze, he bends down and rips my panties away with his teeth.
“So wet,” he purrs and licks my panties before shoving them in his pocket.
“Dirty bastard.” I lift my hips, spreading my legs wider, even though they are tied, and exposing my dripping pussy to him.
“Fuck, you really want this. You are goddamn dripping, baby.” He sounds shocked as he leans in and drags his nose along my folds, making me groan as inhales me. “You smell fucking delicious.”
“I bet I feel even better,” I tease, my voice breaking when his fingers dance teasingly across my pussy. His eyes come back to mine as his eyebrow arches.
“Is that so? I guess I should see.” Two fingers slam inside my unprepared cunt, making me scream at the invasion. I’m wet, but fuck if they don’t stretch me. Snarling, he kneels between my legs as he thrusts into my pussy.
His hand covers my mouth as he leans into me, silencing me even as his other hand continues fucking me. “Is this what you want, little doe? To pretend I’m some sick pervert who bought you?”
Moaning, I lift my hips to ride his hand as he grunts.
“Some sick bastard who saw you and had to have you? Who found you tied up so sweetly for him, begging to be fucked?”
My cunt clenches around his fingers in answer, and he snarls, adding a third finger and stretching me to the point of delicious agony. “That’s what I am, after all, Zoey. I saw that young little girl in her father’s backyard, and I had to have her even then. I was a sick bastard, I knew it, but it didn’t stop me from touching myself to the thought of you and this young cunt stretched around my cock. And here you are, nearly coming already with just my fingers inside you.”
I mumble behind his hand, but he tightens his grip until it hurts, his eyes taking up my whole world as he works my cunt. He forces pleasure from me even as it hurts so good, I know I’ll crave it for the rest of my life.
“Tell me why I walked in here and saw you tied up and couldn’t stop myself. Tell me why, despite how fucked up this is, all I could think about was ripping off your clothes and taking this soaked little pussy, letting your screams ring off these walls as I fuck you in every single hole you have until you can’t walk.”
Nipping his hand, I narrow my gaze, and he finally pulls his hand away from my mouth. “Fucking do it,” I beg, even as his hand twists, stroking that spot inside of me that has an orgasm slamming through me. My clit throbs, needing attention, and my tits bounce with my heavy breathing.
He hasn’t touched another part of me, yet I fracture for him.
He swallows my scream, fucking me through my release. Those thick digits fight my clamping cunt as he swallows my pleasure, and when I relax, he sits up and watches his fingers fucking my cunt, the wet sound so loud it turns me on further.
“Please!” I almost scream, desperate for his cock, his mouth, for him to touch me all over.
“They don’t get to hear your pleasure,” he snarls possessively, covering my mouth, but he soon discovers that just won’t do since he wants both of his hands free to touch me. Snarling, he grabs his ruined shirt and shoves it in my mouth, making me bite down on it. “You want my cock, then you keep that in your mouth.”
Even as it pisses me off, I do as I’m told, and I watch as he pulls his fingers from my cunt and licks them clean, sucking every drop of me from them.
Groaning, he closes his eyes for the briefest of seconds before opening them again. His gaze is completely on fire, like bolts of lightning shooting right through them.
“You are going to wish you never asked me to fuck you, little doe, because you jokingly called me a wolf, but you were right. I’ll eat you whole, take every inch of you, and scare you, making you wish that you never walked into the wolf’s den so willingly. I won’t stop, not even when you beg for me to, not now.”
I can’t respond, but I know he sees the challenge in my eyes, because there is nothing he could do to me that would scare me. The only time I feel alive is when I’m pushing boundaries, and I want to push them with him.
I want him to make me feel alive and bring me back from death. I want him to pull me from the grave.
Grabbing me, he flips me over and pushes my face into the bed, the ropes above me twisting to the point of pain, but the discomfort fades into pleasure as his hands grip my ass and yank it into the air. My legs are stretched wide for him, and my pussy is on display.
My body is his, just like my soul and heart.
