Nerves mixed with my arousal.
I had never done that. Never been in that position, had that kind of control, had such an intimate experience. It felt forbidden somehow. Wrong.
Because I’d been conditioned for it to be that.
Which was why the part of me that I was just discovering, fucking loved the idea of it.
But I couldn’t quite think of how the logistics of it would work.
Swiss answered that for me by gently lifting my arm and leg so he could slip under me. The chain clinked as it went taut to accommodate him. He was on his back underneath me.
“Hold onto the headboard,” he ordered.
I did as instructed, the chains clinking.
His hands went to my hips then yanked me forward so my knees were on the pillows, and I was hovering above him.
His breath kissed the apex of my thighs. I gripped the headboard harder.
“Ride my mouth,” he commanded, voice near inhuman.
I couldn’t do anything but comply.
I cried out the second his mouth met my pussy. I moved on instinct as his hands clenched on my ass, moving in rhythm with me. His mouth moved expertly, and my orgasm flew over me in an instant, tearing me apart. But I didn’t stop. Or at least, he didn’t let me stop. He kept me rocking on him as I battled with the aftershocks, went to war with the way my body split completely apart.
And that’s when it started building again. Something larger than the climax from before. Something that caused me to leave my body. Everything went soft. Faraway.
Swiss let out a growl into my pussy, the vibration setting me off again, riding waves of pleasure I didn’t think my body was capable of feeling.
I’d never felt so powerful. Like I was dominating a man, even though I was the one in chains. Even though I was the one naked. It was the power, the agency I had in direct dichotomy with the situation that annihilated me apart for the third time.
The world went blurry, nothing existing except the pain from Swiss’s hands biting into my flesh.
My body twitched as I came down, Swiss no longer moving me. If my fingers could’ve ripped apart the wooden headboard, I was pretty sure they would’ve, I was clutching onto it that hard.
A burst of pain exploded in my inner thigh. I looked down to where Swiss had turned his head, lifting me so he could sink his teeth into me. Blood trickled from where he broke the skin.
“Taste of your pussy and your blood are the sweetest things on this earth,” he growled.
My thigh throbbed, and my skin sang with his words.
“I need you to fuck me,” I rasped, my voice unrecognizable.
I’d never uttered anything like that in my life. I was pretty sure it was against whatever Dom rules Swiss had—he was in charge, wasn’t he?
But instead of chastising me for my words, his eyes flared with hunger.
“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you, baby,” he responded. My blood painted his lips.
In one smooth move, Swiss lifted me in order to get up from beneath me. The bed creaked slightly as he yanked me back to all fours. He shifted his weight so he was on his knees, spreading my legs.
I sucked in an unsteady breath, my limbs shaking, still gripping the headboard for dear life.
A crinkle of foil punctured my reverie, the clink of a belt, of Swiss freeing himself.
The hand on my hip to steady me was the only warning I got before he surged inside of me. I screamed as he seated himself in me fully, as he bunched my hair and yanked hard as he started thrusting.
My body was tender, sensitive and ravenous. Pain exploded in my scalp, only making the pleasure from his thrusts more intense.