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I bucked as pleasure zapped through my gut, slamming against every bone in my body.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, ballerina girl? That tiny little clit of yours open, unhooded, and just waiting to be worked.”

My mind scattered while tears still slipped down my cheeks, but they became less and less, pleasure slowly smothering my fear.

His fingers kept its rhythm. “Did touching yourself ever feel this good?”

I shook my head again. Because the truth was, nothing felt as good as it did when he touched me there. I’d given myself countless orgasms thinking of this moment, thinking of him. But judging by the way my body burned, my insides ready to burst into flames, I knew no orgasm I’d given myself would compare to being pleasured by him.

“Did you imagine my mouth between your legs?” His hand grabbed my inner thigh, spreading my legs while his fingers kept my inner lips parted and open. When I felt the warmth and the wetness of his tongue on my clit, I cried out. The pleasure was so intense, it was almost painful, my muscles tremoring and quaking with possession.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered against my sensitive flesh, the warmth of his breath moving inside me. “I’m going to make you come, and then I’m going to take what is rightfully mine.”

“Granite, this isn’t right.”

“Well, it sure as fuck ain’t wrong either.” With a moan, he sucked my clit into his mouth, teasing the tip of his tongue against it. He groaned like a starved animal finally able to sate his hunger. And the harder he licked, sucked, eating me out, the higher my body climbed.

I balled my fists, tugging against the ropes, my head falling back as I arched myself off the mattress. The pleasure was too intense, too raw, and it ached, causing me to involuntarily close my legs. But Granite yanked my legs apart without fucking up the rhythm of his tongue against my pussy. Then he stopped abruptly. “What the fuck?”

“What?” My voice was nothing but a rush of air.

He pulled my thigh, twisting my flesh. “You have a tattoo.”

Fuck. Embarrassment spread like a hundred-and-ten-degree summer day up my neck and into my cheeks.

“The skull,” he said as he traced a finger around it. “You got the Kings skull.”

He looked up at me, eyes more determined than ever. “And yet you still argue the fact that you belong to me. You inked it on your fucking skin, Alyx, proof that you knew you were mine long before I fucking took you.”

“Granite—” But his tongue claimed my sex again. This time it was hard, greedy, and unrelenting. More and more, harder and harder. All my body could do was surrender to the toxic mix of pleasure and pain that had every inch of me knotted in ecstasy.

“Granite…God. It’s too much.”

He didn’t stop, his tongue lapping down to my entrance, and then back up to my clit.

It started at my toes, the current moving up my legs, my thighs, and I knew it was about to erupt.

“I’m going to come.” The words left my mouth unabashedly, and my shoulders complained as I pulled against the ropes. He slipped a finger inside me, and that was the last push my body needed before pleasure exploded in my core. A scream ripped from my throat, his tongue not stopping, determined to carry me through every second of pleasure. The ripple of ecstasy crashed against every bone, my legs and arms quivering with an orgasm so strong I was sure it would crack me wide open.

“Jesus Christ. Your come is so fucking sweet.” Lapping at my entrance, licking all around my sex, Granite didn’t stop until my body went lax on the mattress.

There was no way I was able to control my breathing, my body still electrified from the most intense pleasure I had ever experienced. My mind was in a haze, too many different sensations running rampant in my body. There wasn’t a single feeling I could focus on. Not a single coherent thought.

His hands wrapped around my ankles, my legs too weak to fight. “What are you doing?”

“I’m tying your legs again.”

It took every ounce of strength I had left to lift my head off the pillow to see what was happening. “Why? Why are you tying me up again?”

“Because once I start pushing my cock inside you, your legs will want to close, feeling that kind of pressure for the first time.”

My heart beat so fast, and I wasn’t sure if it was because of the pleasure that still lingered in my bones, or whether it was from the vague threat of pain in his words.

“Are you going to hurt me?” My voice shook, my stomach suddenly twisted in knots.

“Yes,” he answered simply without hesitating. No remorse. No guilt.

I swallowed hard, my throat nothing but sand.


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