He swooped down and sucked one nipple into his hot mouth. Each tug seemed to shoot straight to my clit, and a slow-burn started in my pussy. So when he kicked my legs further apart, I didn’t complain. Just allowed myself to relish in the sensations.
I felt his fingers drawing the straps of my bra down my arms. Felt him jerk and pull on it until the bra dug into the skin of my wrists … and then I realized he’d used the straps to bind them behind my back. My eyes snapped open. “You—”
“Shh. Easy.” He raked his teeth over my nipple and gave it a sharp bite. “Don’t think. Don’t fight. Just feel what I do to you.” He tortured my nipples, alternating between licking, biting, and sucking, until they were red and throbbing with pleasure/pain. At the same time, his hands stroked, shaped, and clutched whatever he could reach … except for my pussy.
“You said you’d fuck the hell out of me,” I reminded him, voice shaky.
“And I will. I’m getting acquainted with my new acquisition first.” He left trails of suckling bites as he slowly crouched. “Well, what do we have here?”
Realizing he was getting a good look at the tattoos on my upper thighs, I flushed with embarrassment. The garters matched my French lace wrist cuffs. They also had a red thin ribbon and pearls dangling from them.
He danced his tongue over one garter. “Hmmm.”
“I was plastered.” Which was why it had seemed like a good idea at the time.
“Plastered?” His tongue traced the other garter. “I like them.”
Well, at least someone did.
“Are you wet, Kensey?” he asked, voice deep and dominant. “Let’s find out, shall we.” He untied the side bow on my panties and hummed as they fell away.
I bit my lip as his hands curved around my ankles and then snaked upwards until they came to rest on my upper thighs. “Blake—” I almost jerked as he slipped his thumb between my folds and rubbed my clit.
“I’m going to eat this pussy, Kensey.” He put one of my legs over his shoulder, giving him better access. “But you’re not going to come. Not until I say.”
He was such a bastard. I gasped as his tongue slid between my folds, skimming right over my clit. My thighs shook, and I struggled against the bra binding my wrists, needing my arms for balance. But I couldn’t get free, and I knew I’d have to either call a halt to what he was doing or trust him to hold me up. Without thinking too much about it, I stopped struggling and took a steadying breath.
“Good girl.”
My eyes fell shut as he devastated my pussy with his mouth, licking and nipping like it was a delicacy he was determined to savor. And when his clever tongue went to work on my clit, lashing and swirling around it, my pussy began to quake. I wasn’t going to last long if he kept that up.
“Blake.” It was a warning. He either didn’t hear me or wanted to push me to my limits, because he suckled on my clit. My thighs quivered, my knees shook … and his mouth disappeared. I almost sobbed. “Dammit, Blake!” Sharp teeth sank into my inner thigh. “Ow! What was that for?”
“I’m marking my property.”
Property? I would have snapped out a few insults if he hadn’t chosen that moment to stand and strip. Shit, he was a delicious sight. Broad shoulders, roped muscle, sculpted abs, and a cock that was longer and thicker than any I’d taken before. He also had a massive fading bruise on his left side that made me inwardly wince.
With a growl, he grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked me to him. “Do you know how good you taste?” He kissed me, tongue sweeping into my mouth to stroke mine. I gripped his nape as I kissed him back for all I was worth and—
I blinked as I was whirled around and bent over the bed; my cheek to the mattress, wrists still bound behind me. Two fingers shoved inside me, and I groaned.
“Fuck, baby, you’re soaking.” He slowly pumped his fingers while he cupped and squeezed my ass with his other hand. I threw my hips back to counter his thrusts, which earned me a light spank. “Such a beautiful ass,” said Blake. One fingertip whispered over the bud there. “Have you ever taken a cock up here?”
I swallowed. “Only fingers.”
“Were they Cade’s fingers?”
I grimaced. “I really don’t want to talk about other guys right now.”
Blake dug his fingers warningly into my hip. “Were they his?”
I hissed at the bite of pain. “Yes.”
“But you didn’t let him fuck your ass?”
“No.”
“You’ll let me.” His fingers pumped harder and faster, as if to punctuate his words. God, I needed to come so damn badly, it wasn’t even funny. The tension built low in my stomach, and my pussy started to quake yet again. And then he stopped.
Shockingly close to tears, I banged my head on the mattress. “You’re a goddamn prick, Mercier!” I heard the crinkle of a wrapper, wondered where he’d gotten the condom, but didn’t fucking care. All I wanted was to kick him in the dick.
I tried to rear up, but he planted a hand on my nape and held me there. Still, I fought. Squirmed and writhed and cursed. But with my wrists bound and his lower body pinning mine against the bed, I couldn’t get up.
Panting, I stilled—pissed, horny, and resigned. The hand holding my nape massaged the muscles there, rewarding me. When I finally went lax, he eased his body over mine, giving me his weight, trapping me.
Fisting my hair, Blake jerked my head aside and then growled low in my ear. “How bad do you want me to fuck you?”
I snarled. “Bad enough that I’ll poke you in the fucking eye if you don’t.”
I felt his mouth curve against my neck. “You’ll find that hard to do right now.”
My breath caught as I felt the head of his cock lodge in my pussy, stretching me open. Jesus, he was thick. He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Like he was waiting for something. “What do you want?” I asked.
“Tell me who owns you.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. It was stupid that I struggled with saying it aloud, given that I’d already accepted I’d be his whenever we were at the club. A part of me even liked the possessiveness. Still, it was hard to crush my instinct to defy him.
“Kensey. I know it galls you to cede control. I know you feel that you have to cling to it. But you don’t. Not here. Not with me. Here, none of the things that drive you to cling to it matter. Here, you exist only so I can fuck you.” He raked his teeth hard over the back of my shoulder. “Now, who owns you?”
“You.”
He slowly fed me an inch of his cock, stretching me even more. “If someone in this club approaches you, who will you tell them owns you?”
“You.”
He fed me another inch, and I swear I thought I’d burst from the pressure of his size filling me. “What exactly will you say, Kensey?”
I licked my dry lips. “Blake owns me.”
Rumbling a growl of approval, he smoothly thrust deep. “That’s it, take my cock.” He swore as my inner walls clamped down tight on him, greedy and possessive. Sucking at my neck, he flexed his cock. “This pussy is mine now, Kensey. No one else gets near it. Understood?” Teeth grazed my shoulder again, warning me not to argue.
“Yes,” I relented. And then he was ruthlessly hammering in and out of me. His growls and grunts mixed with my raspy moans and the sound of flesh smacking flesh. His fingers dug into my ass cheeks hard enough to bruise, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was more. My orgasm was so freaking close now, yet it was also just out of reach. I swear I could almost taste it. “Harder.”