He’s making me squirm and moan with the lightest touch of his fingers as he watches me closely. I feel so exposed, not from my naked body wrapped in silk rope, but from my helpless response, how my head is immobilized and every flicker of emotion that crosses my face is there for him to examine.
I can’t stifle my gasp when he slides two fingers inside me.
“So tight,” he says, watching his glistening fingers slide in and out of me. Pushing them deep, he spins me in my rope harness and this time I shriek. “This pretty pussy is mine. Do ya’ understand?”
Pressing my lips together, I refuse to answer him, shuddering when his fingers stroke inside me. He spins me again and my fingers curl, cutting into my palms in my desperation to not give him the satisfaction of seeing what he’s doing to me.
“So tight that I almost wonder if you’re a virgin, wife.” He’s behind me, his chest pressed against my bound back as his thumb circles lazily over my clitoris again.
“I’m twenty-six, of course I’ve had sex,” I grit out, trying not to moan like a porn star.
“They must have been just boys then,” he chuckles darkly, “because this snug little cunny is squeezing my fingers.”
There’s an abrupt jerk and I gasp as he pulls on the rope, lifting me higher until my shamelessly displayed center is wide open at… oh, god.
At mouth level.
Lachlan cups my ass in his huge hands and buries his face between my legs and this time, I scream. I give up holding on to my dignity and just scream as his mouth and tongue devour me. I stare up at the black ceiling and hear my cries echo back to me as his teeth fasten delicately around my clitoris and he tugs. Lightly. I come, gasping and shuddering against his fingers driving up inside me and his wet tongue pulling the last of my orgasm from me.
I’m hanging limp in my silken bonds and it takes me a minute to realize he’s lowered the rope again.
“Here I was thinkin’ I’d need to give you vanilla sex to ease you into being mine, maybe the missionary position for our first time.”
Lachlan spins me again, rubbing his stiff cock against my center. He’s still fully dressed in his expensive custom suit, he’s just unzipped his pants. I want to look down, I want to see him but the ropes hold me in place, staring up, back arched and fingers gripping the rope.
“I don’t think you want vanilla, do you, wife?” His voice is sweet poison and I shudder. “You’ve done all the right things in your good girl life but you want what you’ve seen here, don't you? Is it easier when I take away any choice? You can pretend I forced you.” I hear him rip open the foil and roll on a condom.
The thick, blunt head of his cock pushes just inside me. My thighs tighten, even though I’m immobile in the ropes, my legs wanting to wrap around his waist and draw him in deeper.
Long fingers move to the rope tied to my hair and he frees my head, kissing me and wrapping my braid in his fist.
“No pretendin’ lass. You want this, don’t you? You want me to fuck you senseless. So ask for it.” Lachlan’s grin is unholy.
The broad head of his cock is still resting between my legs and I make a small, irritable noise, trying to urge him on. My world has narrowed down to the scent of him, his deep voice vibrating through my bones, the rasp of his calloused fingertips on my skin, stroking down my neck, circling my painfully stiff nipples, and sliding down to where we’re joined.
Almost joined. So close.
“Yes,” I grit out, “I want… it.”
“You want what, baby?” He’s circling his hips, working the next inch inside me, painfully slowly. “Tell me what you need or you won’t get it. Do you want my thick cock in your tender little pussy?”
“Yes!” Oh, god, I hate him so much.
“Then say it.” Another subtle circle of his hips as his thumb does the same on my clitoris. “Look me in the eye and tell me specifically what you want me to do to you.”
A trickle of sweat travels down my spine, absorbed by the soft rope. My hands are still tied to the hook, gripping it like a lifeline because I’m weightless, almost senseless with need.
“Please put your enormous dick inside me. Please…” He pushes in another inch, and I’m so wet that it’s easy, even though the stretch is painful. “God! Please fuck me! As hard as you want, just…”
Lachlan slams into me, every thick, throbbing inch. If I hadn’t been this wet, he would have torn me, but all the work with hisfingers and his mouth and this dark, depraved space has made me mindless with need.
“Harder,” I moan, tears in my eyes.
“Does it hurt, baby?” His lithe hips move faster, the rope swings, bouncing me on and off his cock.
“You like that it does,” I gasp. I’m trying to catch my breath but each time the swing slams me back down on his shaft, all the air in my lungs escapes me.
“You’re fucking beautiful like this,” he growls, “my delicious slut, my bad girl.”
