He licks his lips before saying, "Turn around."
I hold my breath and do what he says, and then he closes the cold, metal cuff around my left wrist, my pulse quickening.
"You have a key, right?"
"Of course I do."
I exhale, trying to keep my breath steady. "Okay."
He takes my right wrist, and I close my eyes, listening to the slowclick, click, clickas he tightens the cuff.
It isn't painful, but I can definitely feel it.
Then he runs his hands over the front of my body, cupping my tits, teasing my nipples. "Your body is so fucking perfect, Saige."
His hands move to my waist, pulling my bottoms and underwear over my hips until they drop to the ground. As I step out of them, I feel the tip of his cock against my backside and turn, sitting on the edge of the bed. Then I lean forward, my hands still tightly bound behind my back, and take him in my mouth.
Nolan hisses through his teeth as I close my lips around it, slowly sucking the length of him to the tip before bobbing my head on his cock again. Long, loose wavy hair falls around my face, and he gathers it in his hands, holding it away from my face while I work him, gently rocking his hips, pushing into the back of my throat.
He pants with every thrust, every swirl of my tongue, tightening his grip on my hair, and when I look up at him through watery eyes for approval, he's looking down at me, too, his jaw tightly clenched.
"Ah, fuck…" he groans, pulling his dick from my mouth. "Shit. Get on the bed and turn over." He caresses my jaw with the back of his hand. "I want to fuck your pussy."
I nod, and he helps me onto the bed with my hands cuffed behind me, turning me face down, pulling me back onto myknees so that my ass is in the air. Then he positions himself behind me and pushes through my wetness, filling me.
"Oh!" I cry out.
"Try to be quiet, okay?" he says, slowly rolling his hips into my backside. He runs his hands over my ass cheeks, spreading me wider while he fucks into me.
"Okay…" I bite my lip, burying another moan in the back of my throat.
"I've wanted you like this since I watched Dax fuck you over the couch." His calloused hands glide over my cheeks and hips before wrapping around my forearms, just above the cuffs. "These make it even better."
His low voice is raspy and strained now. He pulls back on my arms and slams into me, and I turn, whimpering into the mattress.
"Tell me if it hurts too much."
"Oh, fuck," my muffled voice answers. "Okay."
Nolan pulls back harder on my bound arms, using them for leverage while he thrusts into me. He doesn't start off slow like he did last night; his hips slam into me hard enough that I wonder if they'll leave a mark—hard enough that IknowElias must have left a bruise on me earlier, because I can feel that, too.
But the pain is nothing compared to the way the thick head of his cock feels at this angle and the way my pussy throbs around him; if anything, it only makes it better. I'm already so close to coming undone, I have to bite the comforter to keep from screaming.
I arch my back, spreading my legs wider, and Nolan groans.
"Fuck…yes…" he says. "Your pussy feels so fucking good. Does that feel good, baby?"
"Yes…" I whimper. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop."
When I tell him, don't stop, he hears harder. I'm not sure why he's so worried about me making so much noise when the sound of his hips slamming into my ass echoes in the room. Still, I keep my jaw clenched, whimpering into the mattress when I come apart.
I barely manage to keep my legs beneath me, my knees weak and body reeling, pleasure running from my center up my spine as the orgasm takes over. All I can think of is how good his dick feels inside me…and how much my arms hurt.
I think I like being tied up.
"Dax was right. You are the perfect fuck doll, Saige."
He releases my arms, grabbing my hips and holding me tight against his body with his dick buried to the hilt, and comes hard, groaning while his fingers dig into my skin.
