I couldn’t move. My arms were restrained above my head and my ankles had thick metal bands around each one. Deek knelt between my legs, holding me open, breathing me in like I was a feast and he a starved man.
My bottom stung, the heat spreading through me like a drug, making me tingle. The tears had come hard and fast, all my fear for Deek, my desperation, my pain at losing him, poured out of me as he spanked me. And now, now I was empty, horny, and totally his.
His eyes turned black as they raked over my body, lingering on my breasts and full stomach, the core of me that I knew was coated with welcome. I needed him inside me, riding me hard. I needed to forget about the whole damn day. I didn’t want to think anymore. I just wanted to feel.
My pussy clenched as he crawled over me like a predator ready to strike. His cock was a thick surprise, going deep with one confident thrust as he caged me in with his upper body.
God, he was so big, so dominant, so perfect. I couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped any more than I could deny him when he asked me if I wanted him to fuck me.
God, yes! Hard and fast and so deep I’d never get him out.
“Yes.” I tried to tilt my hips, to force him to move, but he held himself still above me, his thick length spreading me open, stretching me, filling me, but not giving me what I needed. “Harder.”
His eyes, which had faded back to green, turned beast black at my demand and I stared him down, challenged the monster within him and dared him to take me, to fuck me, to make me his.
With a roar, he did, transforming as he thrust in and out, hard and fast. The bed shook with his desire and I wanted to wrap my legs around his hips, tangle my hands in his hair, force him to kiss me, to fondle my breasts, to suck my hard nipple into his mouth.
Tied to the bed, trapped, I could do nothing but submit. And that made me lose control. I stopped fighting myself, told my stupid fucking brain, my years of being rejected for my size, to shut the hell up and enjoy the ride.
He fucked me like he would never get enough, like I was the only woman who could tame him.
And I was. He was mine.
Mine.
He shifted, lifted my ass from the bed and wrapped one arm around me, beneath my hips so he could pull me up and onto his cock. He rocked my body hard and fast, my back arched, my body exposed and totally out of my control. His other hand moved to my breasts, pulling and kneading, pinching my nipples as my pussy clenched around him with each little bite of pain.
When I was thrashing, begging to come, begging him to let me come, he moved his free hand to my clit and rubbed me with firm, rapid strokes of his strong fingers. His fingers moved over me, sliding through my folds, slick with my own juices, faster, better than my favorite vibrator with fresh batteries set on high.
And still he fucked me like a machine. His pace relentless. I didn’t have time to think. To breathe.
I could only scream as I came all over his cock. But he didn’t stop, pushing me over again as soon as the first orgasm had rolled through me.
My mate smiled then, his face half man, half beast as he pulled his cock free from me. I felt empty, my pussy walls clenching down on nothing.
“No. Deek! No!” I was too hot, too horny, too out of control. “I need you. Fuck me. More. I need more.”
“Don’t worry, mate, I’m not done with you yet.” His grin was pure satisfied male as he lowered his mouth to my clit and sucked until I saw stars. I rode the edge, my pussy empty and aching as he used his mouth and tongue to tease me, to take me to the very edge of release over and over, but never let me come.
“Deek, please. Please.” I couldn’t take any more. I needed him inside me. Filling me. Completing me. Making me feel like we’d never be separated again. Making me whole.
“Mate.” He kissed his way up my sweaty body, lingering on my breasts, sucking on each nipple until I begged him to stop, to kiss me on the lips, to fill me up with his cock.
He lowered his forearms on each side of my head and took my mouth. I moaned in welcome, tears of relief, of need leaking from my closed eyes as I gave him everything. I didn’t hold back. I surrendered and kept nothing for myself.
I sighed when he filled me again, his cock moving inside me in a leisurely pace so at odds with his prior wildness that I knew something was different.
He had fucked me before. He’d fucked me dozens of times since my arrival.
But this? This was deeper. I felt like he was worshipping my body, loving me with more than words.
He kissed me with his cock buried deep, connecting us. He didn’t rush, didn’t demand, simply let me know that he lo
ved me, that I was safe in his arms, sheltered beneath him, and always would be.
I tore my lips from his and stared up into the greenest eyes I’d ever seen.
“I love you, Deek.”