“Yes.” She nodded, simply.
“Good.” He eased her to the ground. The tiles were cold beneath her feet. Or perhaps they only felt that way because her body was super heated. Put your hands out in front of your body.”
Wordlessly, she did as he said. He layered the fabric over her wrists and looped it beneath them, then through them. He pulled on it tight, until the fabric dug into her skin. “What are you doing?” She asked, her eyes saucer-wide as he looped the other end of the fabric around the leg of the table. It was marble. Immovable. Heavy.
“Oh, I really did like the idea of having you as my sex slave,” he promised darkly, pulling at the fabric so that she had no choice but to go with it. “Not to punish you, but to please you until it is almost painful.”
He pushed the fabric low to the ground, so that Miranda was bent in half at the waist, her rear in the air.
“Perfect,” he said on an exhalation of breath. He came to stand behind her and with his hands, splayed her legs. He nudged his erection towards her entrance. And though he’d only been inside her moments earlier, the pleasure and relief she felt when he returned was immense. As though he’d been gone for months, not minutes. It was an entirely different sensation; he was so far inside of her, his invasion complete. Waves of pleasure ran over her as his hands massaged her buttocks, feeling her and prodding her and demanding more and more, as he moved confidently within her.
He heard her cry out with pleasure and he slammed into her harder, and harder, holding on to his own orgasm with sheer strength of will power. He dug his fingers into her hips to stop himself from finding the release his body craved, but he drove her inexorably towards the cliff of pleasure, rejoicing when she came in a wave of intense release.
But he wasn’t finished with her.
“Lie on your back,” he commanded, waiting impatiently while she lowered herself to the floor. It was awkward but he didn’t help. Seeing her naked body, glistening withperspiration from the way she’d just been driven wild was intensely pleasurable. Lying on the floor, her arms suspended above her head, was almost too much to handle. The fantasies, oh, the fantasies.
He pushed inside of her again, and this time, with his body on top of hers, he felt himself begin to let go. He wanted to feel it, but he needed to push her further. And he wanted her to want it more, too. A type of fevered insanity pitched his core. His sexual experience was vast, but nothing had been like this. The moment was electrifying for its intensity. He took one of her nipples in his mouth, enjoying the way she bucked against him with her entire body.
He moved further, and further, deeper, harder, faster, and when she cried out, he increased his rhythm, no longer caring about anything but what they were building towards. She was pulling at her hands, begging for him to undo the restraints so she could touch him, but he would not do it.
He wanted to teach her that she was his. He pulled out, before either of them could find release. She was panting on the floor, her face flushed, her body pale. She was begging for him, over and over her mouth whispered his name; it was a plea on the desert air. He moved within her, and she cried out as her body rejoiced once more at his possession. This time, he cried out with her, spilling himself into her with sheer relief.
As her breathing slowed to normal, reality began to intrude.
So why didn’t she feel worse? What they’d just done was nothing more than animalistic sex. There was no emotion to it. No feeling. No promises. Nothing. Worse – she was his prisoner and she’d basically bartered her virginity for freedom. And she felt no shame, only lust and greed. A very greedy need for more, more, more.
“That is just the beginning,” he promised, pushing just far enough away to be able to cup her breasts with his hands. “Believe me, I want more of you.” He said, echoing her own thoughts. And, as if she needed further proof, she could already feel him hardening inside her again. “But I was selfish, just now. You need to eat, bathe and sleep. Tomorrow night, we will begin our arrangement properly. And believe me, Miranda, what we just did was nothing compared to what I have in store for you, so eat well, and sleep well, for you will need your strength tomorrow night.”
But how could she sleep? With the images he’d just implanted in her mind, she wasn’t sure she’d ever sleep again.
