There are no questions, no ounce of hesitation. He’s earned me fair and square.
I expect him to shove down his pants and thrust inside of me, but that’s not what he does. Instead, he releases my head just long enough to hike my knees up beneath me, lifting my ass into the air.Then, he’s back to pinning my face with one hand and holding my wrists immobile with another. His hot tongue licks over one of my ass cheeks, and then, his teeth sink in with a growl of pure victory.
I stifle a cry into the bedding. There’s pain, but there’s also a deep sense of possession and dominion. Of well-earned domination.
I don’t think he evenhasto hold me in place right now; I respect him for beating me fair and square, and I’m so fucking turned on by him, if he doesn’t get inside me soon, I might make a fool of myself and willingly start begging.
His face lifts, he inches my legs apart, and his hand squeezes the back of my neck before drifting down to my ass. He cups my pussy boldly, hisses, then spears three fingers inside me without any preamble.
“Hmm. Look how fuckingwetsomeone is. Did the fight turn you on as much as it turnedmeon? Does my little Flame like some primal-play?”
I have no idea what he’s saying; I’m entirely consumed by the shattering sensation of his fingers thrusting in and out of me, hard and fast, each thrust brutal but not punishing. Being ownedthisway, after it’s been fairly earned, is incredible. I feel weightless, like I’m floating somewhere in the upper atmosphere.
“You’re so turned on you’re barelycoherent,” he muses. “Note to self: Flameisa fan of primal play.” He leans down until his lips hover by my ear. “Are you ready to get fucked?”
I nod, tugging instinctively at my wrists. I don’t actuallywantto be freed, I just need something to do with all of this energy. Max tightens his hold, and I clench around his finger, pulling a rough chuckle out of him.
“Too bad, because I’m not ready to fuck you yet. I’m savoring this win, Ember. I might be an animal, but I’m not a savage. I canthoroughlyenjoy my meal.” He pulls his fingers out of me and flips meover onto my back. “If you move an inch, I’m going to bind you so tight you can barely wince.” He stares at me, letting that message sink in. “Right now, I’m going to enjoy you, and you arenotgoing to get in the way of that. Are we clear?”
I nod.
“Good.” He wrenches my thighs apart, closes a hand over my throat, and slides his fingers back inside me. “So much fucking nectar you’re seeping for me. I’m going to drink you dry.”
Fuck, his dirty-talk. I can’t profess to be sexually experiencedwhatsoever, but I also can’t imagine that sex is usually anything likethis.He’s only just started touching me, and I’m already about to come. I think he couldtalkme to an orgasm if he really tried.
“First…” He leans over me and bites my nipple.Hard. Hard enough that he’s just shy of breaking skin, and then, he begins tosuck, soothing away the hurt. I cry out at the delicious sensations, nearly going out of my mind. I writhe on the bed, and that’s when he stops. Pulls away. Gives me a look that saysyou’re fucked.
“Don’t. Fucking. Move.”
“I can’t keep still!” I protest.
“Do you want me to help you with that?” he tilts his head to the side, curiosity flashing through his eyes.
I hesitate. His earlier warning was that he’d bind me so tight I couldn’twince. I don’t know how he’d go about that, but I’m sure he’s capable. Maybe ifIagree, however…
“How tight?”
“Enough to keep you in place. Your wrists.” He gently circles them. “I’ll bind them together and above your head. If you agree, feel free to wriggle around as much as you want—I’ll just hold the parts of you I need still down.”
He says it with such breathtakingly easy confidence, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. I know I’m strong—I’ve fought and killed enough men bigger than him to know it—but we both know he’s stronger than me.
What’s more, he’s earned me. I’ll give him this willingly.
I nod. “Be gentle.”
His lips twist into a sneaky smile. “Binding you is the only gentleness you’ll get from me tonight, Flame. And trust me when I say, it’s a selfish move on my part. Lucky for you, my victory has put me in a good mood, and you’ll be the recipient of my generosity. I’m going to make you orgasm until you’re hoarse from screaming and limp from coming.”
He bites my nipple again, pulling another squeal out of me, and slinks out of the room. He returns a few minutes later, holding a long strip of silky-looking fabric between his fingers, kind of like a tie but larger. He climbs onto the bed, straddles me, and says, “Hands.”
I offer them freely. He loops the silk around my wrists, again and again, tying beautiful, intricate knots until I’m well and truly bound. Then, he stretches them above my head and ties another knot around the headboard, trapping me. I tug at them a little, and my breath hitches when I realize they’re tied well. I’m not going anywhere until he lets me go.
He sits back on his haunches and rubs a hand over his jaw, eyes fluttering as he looks me up and down, over and over again, like he can’t get enough of me.
It makes me feelbeautiful.
“Spread your legs. Place your feet on the bed, knees bent. Show me your dripping pussy.”
I hesitate, a sudden wave of shyness sweeping over me. I’m bound, naked, and vulnerable on his bed, yet having himaskme to present myself is what actually does me in.
