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“Darling, you aren’t going anywhere,” Ren admonished, slightly breathless. His grip on the back of my neck tightened painfully, promising no relief, and a dark, hot thrill shot through me and settled between my legs.
I adored this game of ours: how we never needed to hold back with each other, how the trust between us lay so thick over everything we did that even when I was scared or apprehensive or floating in that fuzzy place my head went to during a particularly intense scene, I knew he had my back.
Sometimes more literally than others.
I hissed, startled, as Ren raked his fingernails down my spine.
Then I felt his oiled-up cock nudge against my hole and insistently force its way inside. Tied down like this, I couldn’t move, and the prick was taking full advantage of that fact to ease himself in at his own pace. And as soon as the king had seated himself fully, he hummed happily and proceeded to take me like he owned me.
And the wedding ring I wore said he did, but I had my own physical mark of ownership on him in turn, and it was a lot bigger than the golden band on his own finger. When I got free, I’d make him remember-
All thoughts fled my head when he abruptly changed angles and rhythm to grind me into the bed. The brutal snap of Ren’s hips, the punishing pace, the mind-melting pleasure of it all…his fingers gripped me tight enough to bruise, his mouth settling onthe back of my neck where his hand had been, and I shivered as he cried out his release into my hair.
“Mierda,Nathanael,” Ren groaned, sounding wrecked. “You feel fuckingmagic.”
He slumped on top of me, black hair with its band of white fluttering down onto the pillow next to my face. Whether he’d permanently killed the pigment in his hair or was reapplying whatever the fuck it was to bleach it, I didn’t know. But when I’d asked, Ren had happily declared it lookedroguish, and I’d had to put up with a week of him acting like some absurd combination of pirate and highwayman, which meant he used phrases like “avast ye, wench, why ye hang the jib on this bountiful morn?” and being twice as obnoxious as usual. Although I’d quite enjoyed being intercepted on my way to bed one night and fucked ruthlessly over the closest piece of furniture, or as he had put it, ravished by a dashing scoundrel.
“Magic,” he breathed a second time, and delivered a gentle kiss to my shoulder blade.
I smiled, loving the heady feel of my lover’s cum leaking out of me as he withdrew. He’d come first, which was surprising: usually he crowed about how much he relished feeling me squirm as he continued to fuck me in my overly sensitive post-orgasm state.
But now Ren pulled off me, slithering down my body to press kisses to each of my ass cheeks before running his tongue up the crack.
I jerked against the restraints. Ren laughed softly against the sensitive skin beneath his mouth and gave it the contact I so desperately craved.
He used his fingers to spread me and began to lap up the cum as it trickled out, tracing my opening to make sure he got it all.Blyat, the thought of him licking his own spend from my ass was a type of depravity I could never have even imagined.
And yet it was so obscenely hot I almost came from the idea alone.
I moaned and wailed as Ren worked me over with a ruthlessness that shouldn’t have surprised me and yet still did, a year later. When I lifted my head, he seemed to take it as a cue to yank me backwards against him, stroking his tongue across my hole and continuing to lap up the evidence of his pleasure. And in that position, kneeling and bent over on the middle of the bed, there was no slack on the restraints at all. My arms were stretched painfully towards each of the front bedposts, pressure tugging insistently on my wrists, and I gritted my teeth at how easily I’d been manoeuvred out of my comfortable position into one of vibrant sensation.
Pain entangled with pleasure. My husband’s clear desire at having me where he wanted me heightened my own enjoyment of the scene, and his sadism fed my love of being held down and hurt. Every feeling, every touch, felt magnified.
Ren made a satisfied sound and reached beneath me. I felt his hand wrap around my cock and give it quick, precise strokes that, combined with what he was still doing with his mouth, sent my mind and body dancing among the stars.
And then, just as I found myself nearing the edge…he stopped.
*
Chapter Three
“Ren,” I groaned, and if it came out as more of a pleading whimper than the pissed-off growl I was aiming for, it was because I had beenso fucking close.
And he knew it.
A pleased chuckle hit my ears as the bastard savoured denying me. His hands disappeared from my body, leaving me shivering and desperate, and the fervent need to come that had me shamelessly grinding my hips into the bed only earned me a warning smack.
I might not have noticedmoy dorogoiunbuckling the leather cuffs were it not for the fact that my hands were now gloriously free and I could damn well finish what he started-
“Touch yourself without my permission, Mathias, and the next time I wake you up like that, you’ll also find yourself blindfolded and gagged,” Ren said icily, and I froze with my fingers only inches away from my straining, needy cock. “I don’t need to remind you of how much fun I can have with you helpless.”
I shook my head, digging it deeper into the pillow as if the mild friction could possibly distract me from my aching need. I didn’t know whether it was in agreement with him or denial, but I was too worked up to resist when Ren flipped me over and dragged me down to sit on the edge of the bed. My hands twisted in the blankets to keep from giving my body what it so urgently craved, and the way my king stared hungrily at my cock where it stoodhard and demanding between my legs did nothing to dampen the desperation. I heaved in a trembling breath.
“Look at me,” he ordered, and the dominance in his voice pulled my eyes back up to his where he stood over me. Heat stirred in my groin, and it took every inch of self-control not to moan.
He leaned down and stole a kiss from my lips; a gentle, tender caress at odds with the way he pulled my hair immediately afterwards. The sharp yank had me hissing, my arms instinctively raising to free myself from his less than tender mercies.
“Hands down,” Ren commanded, and I reluctantly let them drop, ceding control of my body to my husband.
