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I climbed on top and locked my hands in his, kneeling to take his thick cock in my wetness. I rocked back and forth, easing him inside me, teasing my nipples against the hair on his chest. I stroked his face and feathered kisses over his neck. But it wasn’t until my nails dug into his palms, my fingers gripped his wrists, my teeth closed on his lower lip, that he came to life. He rolled me over, pinning me under his body, and fucked me like he was possessed.
“Look at me,” I whimpered as he stared over my shoulder.
His eyes locked onto me. He thrust, grinding into my soaked pussy, and came violently.
His body was heavy on mine, our faces close.
“Am I still in charge?” I whispered.
In response, he withdrew and stared between my legs. “Perfect,” he murmured, more to himself than me. “So perfect.” His eyes traveled up until they met mine, two pale blue flames. “Do you want to be helpless for me?”
“Yes.” The word hissed out like steam leaking from a kettle.
“Hands above your head like you did outside. I always finish what I start.” His voice was measured. I obeyed.
Caging my body with his, he reached into his bedside drawer. Out came a short length of rope.
“Oh, you just keep that in there, in case there’s an emergency? Good on you for being prepared—”
He put a finger on my lips. In seconds, my wrists were lashed to the headboard. My breath sped up.
He stroked my cheek. “You’ve never been tied up before, have you?”
“No,” I whispered.
“You’re a little scared.” Fingers massaged my slick folds. “I feel it in your pussy.” His mouth closed on my nipple. He sucked it deliberately, using his teeth on the tender bud.
“Call me names,” I pleaded.
“You’re not in charge anymore. I’ll do what I want with you.”
I gasped at the aching fullness of his fingers in my pussy, the fiery pleasure as another probed my ass, the sweet shock of my clit being rubbed.
“Patrick—” I thrashed, and he stilled me with a look.
“You’re a mess, Christina. The most beautiful mess. I wish you could see your cunt, because I’ve never seen girl parts so aroused and juicy. This is how I think about you. Overwhelmed and at my mercy.”
I moaned, my clit swollen and throbbing under his circles, about to plunge into oblivion.
“You’re a good little girl. I’m very pleased with you.”
I whimpered, trying to close my thighs around his hands. He pushed my legs down with his elbows.
“And you’re going to come,” he whispered, “for as long as I want you to.”
I did. An orgasm crashed into me, peaking between my legs and cresting into a higher wave. Patrick’s fingers were everywhere. Huge, invading me. Dazed, I felt his tongue, hot and wet. Hungry. Animal. I was creaming all over him and his sheets, helpless to do anything except writhe. My pussy contracted, my ass rippled around his finger, my clit yielded to his savage caresses, spilling over into each fresh peak.
“Look at you, babe.” The words floated over me. “Coming and coming and coming. You can take so much more than you did at the beginning.”
Stars burst in front of my eyes when his thick cock filled me in one long stroke. His thrusts nudged the back of my pussy, brutal and unrestrained. He pinched my nipple painfully, twisting it, and I cried out. I was so vulnerable, bound beneath him.
When he came, it echoed through my body.
He untied my wrists. Curling into him, I drifted.
The night had been so crazy. The blanket at the concert, the people, smoking up, the strain of running into Dexter. I wasn’t going to think about anything he’d said right now. I was in Patrick’s room, safe and held, where the rest of the world didn’t matter.
He stirred in my arms.
