He wasn’t supposed to be the master of my body like this.
“You don’t have to tie me up and—” I gasped, losing all speech as he lowered to tug my bra cups down and latch his mouth on my nipple. “Fuck.” I squeezed my eyes shut at the sharp hit oflust. Of excitement. Of this forbidden desire for the one man I shouldn’t want.
He licked and sucked, pulling the beaded point into his hot mouth. The sensation of his facial hair, that short beard, was half the illicit thrill. Rough and unapologetic, he suckled me as he used his fingers to free my other nipple. After rolling it between his thumb and finger, he moved his hot lips to it to give it the same drugging sensation that he’d given the other.
“Oh…fuck.” Each time he sucked hard, it was a bolt of need that spiraled straight to my pussy, tethering the points where I wanted him to touch me.
“I’m not sure if you’ll try to escape if I don’t tie you up,” he said in that raspy, smoky voice of his.
“I—No. That’s not—” I couldn’t speak, let alone think, as he resumed teasing me with his fingers and mouth on my breasts. “I’m not…” Shaking my head in a futile and weak resistance, I lost sight of arguing about it.
I wanted him.
I needed him.
I craved so much more of this big, bad man.
My desire heated up and boiled so fiercely that the idea of wanting to escape it was laughable.
“I’m not going to escape.”
He leaned up, tugging at my shorts. “No, you’re not.” Getting up to finish tugging my shorts off, he showed me the preview of what tool he had in mind to use in convincing me that I didn’t want to leave yet.
A glance at the bulge in his shorts persuaded me to surrender ideas of running.
“Because I’m going to keep you right here.” He shoved his shorts and boxers down. “Like this.”
I gasped at the long thickness of his shaft, the head so wide and dripping with precum. He nudged at my knees that I’d already parted for him.
“Wide open with that pretty pussy begging for my dick.” He stared down, watching us as he knelt on the bed and took hold of his huge cock.
“Fuck. Please.”
He lifted his gaze to grin at me. “That’s it, little agent.”
Turned on more by this concept of dirty talk and pleasing him—of pleasing my kidnapper, the man I was supposed to arrest and bring in—I arched my back to present my tits to him with the limited range of motion I had while my hands were tied above my head.
“Please, Emil. Fuck me. Fill me with that big dick.”
He growled. His eyes darkened as he stroked the tip. “Good girl.” Instead of giving me what I begged for, though, he caressed me. With two fingers while he pumped his other hand over his cock, he watched me squirm as he fingered me. First, he slid his digits into my entrance, but once he had enough of my arousal gathered up, he eased further back. Running his hand over the globe of my ass, he grinned at my moan. But it was when he returned, holding my butt up so he could tease his fingertip at my rear hole that I whined in pure need.
“Oh…” I let it out on a pathetic moan, embracing the taboo burn of his stretching me there.
“Yeah. That’s what I thought, good girl. You’re not going anywhere.”
I shook my head, thrusting into his hand as he kept up with the light anal play, pushing his finger in and out. It was already so naughty, so wicked to want him, and like this. But it was how he couldn’t look away that turned me on more.
“You’re going to be a good girl, aren’t you? My little agent.” He kept his finger partly in my rear hole as he lowered over me. Lining up the tip of his dick at my pussy, he kissed me with a wretched, famished press of his open mouth over mine. Tangling my tongue with his as we both frantically sought to learn and explore and please, I braced for the first thrust of his wide cockhead into me.
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes.” I chanted it, delirious to come.
If he was seeking my submission, he’d get it just like this. So long as he didn’t stop touching me, teasing me, and filling me with that finger in my ass and that big shaft driving into my cunt, I would surrender.
Whatever it took for that elusive orgasm to rock me.
“You want me, Sadie?” He growled against my lips, seated to the hilt.
“Fuck me, Emil. Please. Just fuck me.”
