“Remember your word,” I say, positioning myself at her entrance.
“Milkshake,” she says rather nervously.
“That’s the one.” I thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt in one stroke.
A scream is strangled in her throat, her back bowing, her bound hands straining against the rope. I give her half a second to adjust before I start moving—long, deep strokes that drag over every nerve ending inside her. The angle is incredible, herbody tilted because of the way her arms are secured, and I can feel her clenching around me with every thrust.
“Fucking perfect,” I growl. “This cunt was made for me. Only me. Say it.”
“Only you?—”
“Louder.”
“Only you!”
I pound into her harder, the hay bale creaking beneath us, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filling the barn. She’s so wet, I can hear it—that profane squelch with every thrust—and it’s driving me out of my goddamn mind.
It’s driving her mad too, from the cacophony of sounds she’s making, the way her heart is beating so loud, it might just escape from her chest. She’s breathing hard, and I can smell the orgasm coming for her, sense how she’s about to lose all control, luckily before I do.
“You’re going to take everything I give you.” I shift my grip on her hips, lifting her higher, changing the angle so I’m hitting deeper. “Every. Fucking. Inch.”
“I’m coming,” she cries out, half a sob, half a moan, and then she’s panting, writhing, jerking against her restraints that keep her arms raised above her head before she starts to go limp and satiated.
I can feel my control slipping. That darkness I warned her about—it’s rising now, inky and hungry, wanting to consume her whole. I want to mark her. Bite her. Make her scream until her voice gives out. I want to flip her over and take her from behind, pull her hair, smack her pert little ass until it’s red and stinging, use my belt to?—
Pain explodes behind my left eye.
I stagger, my rhythm faltering. For a second, the world whites out, replaced by a high-pitched ringing that seems tocome from inside my skull. It’s like someone’s driven a spike through my temple.
“Nate?” Mia’s voice, distant through the ringing. “Nate, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I shake my head, trying to clear it. The pain is already fading, leaving behind a dull throb and a hollow feeling in my chest. “Just a headache. I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? We can stop?—”
“No,” I say harshly. I take a breath, force my voice softer. “No, I’m good. I want this. I want to come inside you.”
I start moving again, but something’s changed. That rising darkness—it’s still there, but it feels different now. Less like passion and more like…compulsion. Like something separate from me, pushing me toward an edge I can’t see.
Ignore it and focus on her.
I reach between us, finding her swollen clit, and start rubbing in tight circles. “Are you going to come for me again?” I ask. “Can you give that to me? Come on my cock like a good girl?”
Despite the fact that she just came like gangbusters, I can tell she’s close again from the way she’s clenching around me, the desperate, breathy little sounds she’s making. I drive into her harder, faster, my thumb working her clit, and when she finally tips over the edge once more, I follow her.
The orgasm rips through me, every muscle in my body seizing. I spill inside her with a groan that sounds more like a roar, pumping her full of my release until there’s nothing left.
For a long moment, we just breathe. I’m still buried inside her, my forehead pressed to her chest, her bound hands trembling above us. Then, I inch backward and put my hands on her soft thighs, keeping them open as I watch my cum leak out of her, making a mess in the hay.
I decide to make an even bigger mess and push it back up her thighs and deep inside her, surprised to find her still throbbing, the urge to breed her never going away.
Then, I reach up and undo the rope, freeing her wrists. She winces as she lowers her arms, and I immediately pull them into my lap, massaging the faint red marks the twine left behind.
“You okay?”
“More than okay.” She smiles up at me, her eyes heavy lidded. “That was…”
“Intense?”
