AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I nodded, twisting my wrists in the ropes. His hand snaked into my hair then, yanking my head to the side. I cried out from the force of it and stiffened when his lips found my ear.
“You are going to do exactly as I say, or you will be punished. Am I clear?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” he growled.
“Yes, sir.”
His free hand came around me then and cupped my breast. My back arched at the feel of his rough skin against mine. “So eager,” he purred as he pinched my nipple. A zap of pleasure zinged through my body. I was desperate for more. Anything. I neededmore.
Damn him for tying my hands. I wanted to touch him.
I wanted to touch the man I was falling in love with.
Shoving that thought out of my mind, I arched into his touch. “Denver, please,” I begged as he alternated from one breast to the other.
“No,” he answered simply. With one last pinch, he pulled away. He took a seat in his original chair and looked up at me expectantly. “You want to come?”
I nodded, my hair falling around my shoulders.
He tipped his chin to the saddle. “Ride it,” he ordered.
“What?” I tried to pull my arms down a bit, but it was no use. I was stuck—trapped.
Fear should’ve been eating me alive, but I wasn’t scared.
You trust him.
He stood up again and gripped my chin firmly. “You are going to rub that needy pussy on my saddle until you come, understand?” he growled. “Move those fucking hips.Now.”
My body did as he commanded, my hips slowly moving back and forth on the saddle, my clit grinding against the leather. There wasn’t much room for me to move, but I wanted to please him.
I wanted to be Denver Langston’s good girl.
After a moment, he hummed in approval before taking his seat again. He sat back, spreading his legs to get settled in. My eyes dropped to his crotch, noting the huge erection he was sporting. My mind drifted back to days ago, when I was humping his crotch, the rough fabric of his jeans hitting my clit with every move of my hips. A whimper left me, and I thrust down harder, my clit buzzing with appreciation. I bit my lip, working my hips faster, my eyes never leaving his crotch.
“Keep staring at my dick, baby,” he murmured. “Work that cunt for me.”
His words seeped into my skin, and more wetness pooled on the leather, the sounds of my pussy echoing throughout the loft. I struggled against the bindings, but I never slowed my hips. If he wanted a show, I would give him a show.
“Filthy girl,” he murmured, his voice rough.
I let my head fall back as my eyes closed, imagining I was in his lap right now. “Denver,” I mewed.
A growl came from him.
That’s it.I was going to tease him.
I lifted myself up a bit, arching my back, pressing up on my toes, angling my pussy to rub against the horn. This position wasn’t easy, but it felt sogood. I pretended that the hard length of the saddle horn was Denver’s cock. Those smoke grey eyes were on me. I could feel them. I felt powerful in this position. Yes, I was at his mercy, but I was the one giving him a show.
“Fucking hell.”
“Yes, yes. Oh, God,” I moaned, moving faster. My eyes were still closed but I heard a crash and then I felt him beside me.
“My name isn’t God, Enchantress,” he growled low in my ear. “You are atmymercy. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I panted, my clit humming as my climax began to build. Denver’s rough hand cupped one of my breasts again, squeezing it so tight that it hurt. “Ah!”
