“Did you think you were done with this?” He holds up the end of the chain, the black leather handle around his palm, with another layer of chain around that.
Before I can answer, he pulls me forward with enough force I fall against him. My breasts brush his chest and my inner walls clench as a flash of brutality crosses his face.
“Because I’m not done with it. Or you.” He grits into my ear. “Far from done.”
He leans back, his face above mine by a good six inches. I’m not small and he still looks down on me, making me feel more vulnerable. It’s a sensation I strangely enjoy, as he eliminates any of the air space between us.
The enormous erection behind his jeans is now pressing just above my hip as he sways slightly, grinding it hard against me. When I let my eyes take it in as he stood, it was at a forty-five degree angle, starting at the base of his zipper and traversing across his body all the way to the belt loop at his hip. I’m not that great at measurements, but it’s dangerous looking, even with the fabric keeping a barrier between it and me.
He presses the top of his hard thigh between my legs and I open them easily.
“That’s a girl.” He seethes from above. “You’re not going to fight me anymore are you?”
“What if I do?” I can’t help it, I’ve never been one to give in easy and for whatever reason, this twisted dance between us only ramps me up.
His answer is to tug my head back by my hair, his mouth connecting with my neck and biting down. Sharp pain shoots down and explodes in my lady bits, nearly buckling my knees. I swear I feel his cock twitch and pulse when he does it and I’m as helpless as I’ve felt since I hid in that pit in Africa, listening to the screams of the villagers and my own parents.
I writhe against him as his tongue takes point, mixing with more sharp bites, and this is more erotic than anything before. It’s like he’s fucking me with his mouth. I can almost feel him inside of me as my walls clench and he drops my hair.
Without pretense, he shoves his hand down, his thigh retreating, and before I know it fingers are between my legs and I look up to see a wicked smirk on his face.
“Very nice.” He groans as he pulls the collar, spinning me to his right as his fingers make slick sounds from below. “Messy, perfect pink pussy for me. If you want to fight, all the better.” He hisses. “I like a little fight.”
I stumble backward as he keeps my body against his, holding me up by the chain while driving a thick finger up and inside of me, making me whimper.
His breathing is faster as he backs me toward the bed, not stopping until the mattress connects with the backs of my knees and I lose my balance, the weight of my upper body no longer finding a center of gravity as I find myself held by the collar and the finger inside of me.
“You know you’ll repay the club as we already discussed.” He lets me fall on the bed, my legs dangling off the edge as he towers over me, his muscles taking turns twitching and hardening as my eyes drift back down to the log of an erection that has my mouth watering. “But you haven’t paid me back for trying to knock my head off with that pipe.”
Jesus, how is it his seething threat of retribution still to come only makes me hotter?
When he smiles, I yelp, an orgasmic flutter nearly cresting as he pulses his fingers in and out, in and out, so slowly I want to scream.
“You just drenched my hand, princess. I think I like this hole. I think I’m going to enjoy all your holes though.”
“What makes you think they are yours to enjoy?”
“Ask yourself this…” He sniffs, sets his teeth into his bottom lips, then finishes. “What would you hate more…me taking what I want from wherever I want. Or, me tying you to this bed and walking out of the room?”
A low chuckle comes from his chest as he leans over me, his other hand in a fist by my head.
I open my mouth to answer but it’s no use. His thumb is on my clit, two fingers are pumping in and out of me, and my body is buzzing. Hair is stuck to my face as I look up to see the wild beast in his eyes and I explode as his lips come down.
“That’s my dirty princess. Answer me with your cunt. Your mouth is going to be for something else entirely.”