"On the bed. On your back."
She climbed onto the mattress, and I followed, securing her wrists to the bedposts with the silk rope. Not tight enough to hurt but enough that she couldn't escape. Couldn't do anything but take what I gave her.
"Safe word?" I asked, testing the bindings.
"Swirl," she breathed.
"Good girl." I kissed her deeply, claiming her mouth the way I was about to claim everything else. When I pulled back, her lips were swollen, eyes glazed with need.
I moved to the foot of the bed, spreading her legs wide. She was already wet for me, glistening in the candlelight. I ran my hands up her thighs, watching her squirm. There was going to be a lot more than that tonight.
"Please," she whimpered.
"Please what?"
"Touch me." Natasha’s eyes held mine, unafraid, unyielding from her request and desperate to feel me.
I smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to her inner thigh, then I bit down. Not hard, just enough to break skin, but hard enough that she cried out, her back arching off the bed. The sound fed my soul, making me feel connected to her in the best way.
"You're mine to touch," I growled against her skin. "Mine to taste. Mine to fuck however I want. Mine to love. Say it."
"I'm yours," she gasped. Eyes on me, so I knew she meant it.
"Louder."
"I'm yours!"
I rewarded her by putting my mouth on her, tongue circling that sensitive bundle of nerves while my fingers pushed inside her. She was tight and perfect, clenching around me as I worked her closer to the edge. Silky smooth, accepting, needy, and driving me fucking crazy.
But I didn't let her come. Not yet. I pulled away just as her breathing turned desperate, and she made a sound of pure frustration. Carnal desire prickled along my skin making me turn off everything else but my focus on her.
"Not until I say," I told her, moving back up her body. I pinned her down with my weight, letting her feel how hard I was against her thigh. "You come when I allow it. Understand?"
I teased her pussy with the head of my shaft, letting my pre-cum mix in her juices to lubricate her. I used her labia as a sleeve to jerk me, teasing her clit at the same time. She was so close. I was even closer. But I refused to come undone without being inside her, marking her inside and out.
She nodded frantically, eyes wild with need.
I entered her in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt. She screamed—pleasure and pain mixing together—and I stilled, letting her adjust. Her walls fluttered around me, trying to pull me deeper. Hell, I needed a minute too, or this was going to be over before it fucking began.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," I groaned, pulling back only to slam back in. "So fucking perfect for me." The friction. The sound of us.
I set a punishing rhythm, each thrust driving her into the mattress. The ropes held her wrists tight as she pulled againstthem, desperate for something to hold on to. I grabbed her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp.
"Look at me," I commanded.
Her eyes locked on mine, pupils blown wide, completely at my mercy. And I could tell how much she wanted to be underneath me. I knew she loved how brutal I was like this. She craved this kind of intimacy from me.
"Who do you belong to?" I growled, driving deeper.
"You," she choked out.
My dick jumped inside her, loving it too.
"Who owns this body?"
"You do."
My hips bucked into her, a reflex to her response.
