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“I haven’t had a chance to.”
“Fair enough, Chloe. Now no more talking. Do as I say.” He disappeared into the bathroom.
Heart pounding, I quickly stripped out of my clothes. Thank goodness Midge made me live in sexy g-strings every day! Today I wore a white, skimpy lace bra and matching thin-strapped underwear. I hadn’t even really looked at it when I’d gotten dressed that morning, but as I glimpsed myself in the mirror, I was pleased to see that it was sexy. I shook my hair out, my loose waves tumbling over my shoulder, and then got into position on the bed.
Why did he want me on my knees? What did he want to play? What did Bryce mean when he’d said he’d been “preparing” the room?
I got wet, so wet, waiting for him. Wondering what he had planned.
When he came out of the bathroom, he was naked. His cock, enormous and proud, was completely erect. It jutted out at me, bobbing as he walked. I stared at it, transfixed. My gaze wandered over the rest of his glorious body, all hard, bulging muscle. By the time he reached the edge of the bed, I was a quivering mess. I wanted him, and I wanted him bad.
Bryce smiled at me, smug as fuck. “What’re you looking at, Chloe?”
My gaze trailed back down to his cock. It had a bead of moisture at its tip. I licked my lips. “Nothing.”
His grin widened. “Liar. You know what happens to liars, don’t you, Chloe.”
I nodded, eyes wide. He would probably spank me for lying. And then fuck me senseless.
Yes, please!
He stalked over to the nightstand and pulled out a pair of padded handcuffs. Then he eyed me possessively, making my nipples stand at attention. “I’d like to put these on your wrists and bind them tightly. And then I’d like to have my way with you. Do you agree?”
I nodded. Bryce couldn’t control much in his life at the moment, but he could control what happened in our bed. He could control my pleasure; he could master my body and make me come as soon as he called. I longed to give myself over to him. He was the master.Mymaster. And even though I’d just counseled myself against flying too close to the sun, I was powerless to resist him.
He’d bought me. I was already his on paper. But the truth was that he owned me in a way that had nothing to do with our contract, binding though it was. I washis. Of course I would give myself to him, give until there was nothing left to take.
Bryce came at me, his rock-hard cock pointing straight up in the air, then surprised me by climbing onto the bed behind me. He took my arms and drew them back, then placed the cuffs around my wrists. He fastened them tighter than the last time we’d used a pair; for some reason, that made my heart race. He meant business!
With my hands securely fastened behind me, I was powerless.
“Are you ready to begin?” Bryce asked, still behind me.
“Yes.” My voice was hoarse.
He sidled up behind me, his thick erection pressing against my ass, brushing against my cuffed hands. I longed to touch him, but I was bound. Bryce moved my hair to one side and kissed my neck, his breath hot and urgent. He trailed his fingers down my sides, making my skin light up. His kisses became more insistent, and I moaned as I moved against him; my g-string rubbed against my wetness as I massaged my thighs together, trying to gather as much friction as possible. Time stopped, and the world slipped away as Bryce undid my bra and threw it to the side. He grabbed my breasts from behind, kneading them as he devoured my neck and rubbed his cock between my ass cheeks.
Unf.I was lost in him, following the rhythm of his lead, already delirious from his touch. The fact that I was restrained meant that I couldn’t reach for him, touch him, or take control; I loved it. I was under his spell. Bryce was in charge. He was going to take what he wanted, and I was lucky enough to be able to give it to him.
He pushed on my shoulders, pressing my face and upper torso down toward the bed. My ass was up in the air; my hands were in the cuffs, bound behind my back. Bryce nudged my knees apart.
“I like this view.” In one swift motion, Bryce tore my thong off. “I like it even better now.”
I felt so exposed. My sex was already wet, ready for him. He positioned himself behind me, and then suddenly, I felt his mouth on me, tonguing my slit from end to end. “Bryce…?” I wasn’t sure what I was asking. He started to lap me, relentlessly stroking me with his tongue. All the while, he was massaging my ass, spreading me open more, making mehis. His hands came closer to the apex, fingers skimming the tight bud between my cheeks.
I stiffened beneath his touch, unsure of where he was going with this.
“Relax for me, babe,” he said, his face still buried between my legs. “That’s an order. I’m going to own your ass by the end of this.”
I took a deep breath and exhaled. He gently stuck one finger inside me and began to lap at my sex again.Oh my god.Bryce had never touched me there before; it felt foreign and slightly uncomfortable. But the more I relaxed—not to mention the more he tongued my clit—the sensation started to shift to something more pleasurable. Mmm, the pressure began to feel amazing as he picked up the pace. His face in between my legs, his finger inside me, gently exploring the tight space with small, insistent thrusts.Fuck.What was he doing to me? My hips started to buck as he increased the pressure on my sex and inside me, making me wild. “Bryce…Bryce…”
Before I could find my release, he took his mouth away. “No!”
“Don’t say no to me, Chloe. I told you—I’m in charge.”
With his finger still stroking me, he notched an inch of his thick cock inside my pussy. The simultaneous pressure drove me wild. With my face pressed into the bed, my hands bound behind me, and Bryce penetrating me in two different ways, I was at his mercy.
He thrust into me, taking his time. I was so close, on edge. I heard myself begging, pleading. Bryce grunted, pulsing inch after thick inch inside me. “Oh fuck, Chloe. You’re so fucking tight. And you’re mine. I. Fucking. Own. You.” He thrust all the way in, filling me, and I cried out.
