When I fight against him, all of the sensations muddying my brain, he sucks his teeth before grabbing some rope and twining it around my ankles. He fastens my legs tightly to either upper corner of the cage, leaving me open asthe toy fucks me.
He sits back in his chair, undoing his jeans as he pulls himself free. I watch through hooded, lust-drunk eyes as he gives himself one long stroke. The velvet wrapped steel in his hands beckons me, and I can’t take my eyes off of him as he works his cock. Four rounded balls surround his bulbous head, the black metal glinting with his pre-cum.
He’s pierced.
“Show me how good it feels, Siren.” He commands in a rasp as he strokes himself. “Let me see you fall apart.”
His words drive my pleasure as I moan brokenly. The toy is filling enough, but it isn’t him.
“I want more—”
“Don’t make me stuff that mouth too,” Roman barks.
I groan in agony, the low sound of the vibration filling the room as I ride out the slow, creeping pleasure. With every flick of his wrist, my core responds, spasming as it drips. I want him inside of me. Not this stupid toy.
“Please—”
Roman stands abruptly, walking over to my discarded clothes before plucking my panties from the pile. His hand is still sliding along his cock as he lifts the lace to his nose and closes his eyes. “Fuck, you smell so good. It’s a shame it’s going to be wasted.”
I’m confused by his words until he reaches his hand through the cage and shoves my panties past my lips. I squirm as he balls them up, stuffing my mouth as I scowl at him.
“Since you can’t listen to instructions, I think this will do you some good, pretty girl. Brats don’t get to talk.” He says before plopping back down in his chair. His head tilts tauntingly as he stares through low-lidded eyes. “By the end of the night, you’re going to be thoroughly marked by me. Now, let me see you soak that toy, beautiful.”
It’s sweet agony as my climax lazily climbs higher and higher. It isn’t as filling, and I know I won’t be satisfied with the toy, but watching Roman stroke himself adds to it all. Seeingthe way his eyes narrow in pleasure at watching me slams me into bliss, and my core clenches around the silicone as my scream is muffled by my panties.
“That’s it,” He praises in a rasp before standing over me. His head rolls back against his shoulders as his thighs begin to shake. I’m not expecting the hot splash of his cum to paint over my stuffed folds and tense at the liquid dripping down me. It’s filthy and erotic. And I wantmore.
Roman drops to his knees, pulling the toy out of me before flashing it in front of my face. “Clean our mess.” He removes the panties from my mouth before shoving the silicone past my lips, and making me clean our mixed heady taste from it. I make a show of it for him, closing my eyes as I lavish my tongue around the head. The whole time, he watches me with bated breath until he rips it back and tosses it aside.
He reaches into his bag, pulling out a permanent marker before untying my ankles. Once I’m free from my restraints, there’s a slight soreness in the crook of my thighs, but I don’t have the time to think of it as he slaps my backside and gives me blunt instructions. “On your knees. Ass up to the bars and arch your back. Let’s see how many times you can make me fill this pussy.”
Anticipation and something primal hums through me as I do as he commands. One of the bars wedges between my folds, and I nearly moan at the coldness that soothes my heated skin.
Roman uncaps the marker with his teeth, spitting the lid onto the floor before marking my lower back with a line. “Every time I cum, you get a mark. I want the evidence of what I do to stay. If I could fucking tattoo it onto your skin, I would, Siren.”
His words make me shiver as he notches himself at my entrance. The metal of his piercings touches my soaked core, and I groan as he shoves a hand through the bars and pins me down by the nape of my neck. He fully enters me in one swift thrust, causing me to gasp as my walls stretch to accommodatehim.
“You feel so fucking good,” He breathes harshly, drawing his hips back. “Have you learned your lesson, or am I going to have to fuck the sense out of you until you’re nothing but my puppet, Rosalie?”
My hands claw at the blanket below me as he slams into me. He sets a brutal rhythm, taking my very breath as I sob brokenly in sweet agony. “Yes, sir!”
“Which one is it?” He taunts, fisting my hair and pulling until there’s slight pain. “Come on, pretty girl. Tell me what you want.”
I swallow back the screams threatening to rip from me as his piercing drags across something deep inside of me. My stomach spasms the way it did when he made me squirt, and I know I’m going to drench us as I answer him between breaths. “Fuck…me…”
He chuckles, the sound dark and depraved over me. “Yeah, huh? You want to be my little toy, don’t you? Such a good fucking girl.”
My mouth slackens as the pressure becomes unbearable and the release stuns me breathless. It soaks both of us, dripping down my thighs and onto the floor.
“That’s fucking beautiful,” Roman groans, the sound deep and guttural. “You deserve a mark just for that.”
He slides the marker’s point down my lower back, the line a little shaky as he doesn’t stop his movements. It’s like praise is embedded in that small line, and I want more. I want his marks all over me, branding my skin in a way no other has ever done.
The three men of my past are ruining me, and I don’t want it to stop. I’m becoming consumed by them with each passing day, and I hope they feel the same—weak to stop the thread that connects us. Obsession is something I’ve never experienced until now. The way they all make me feel is overwhelming, but so addictive.
Roman’s hips slam into me as he stalls. Heat floods mycore, and I moan as he slides the marker across my back. Three marks, and there’s still more to go.
He pulls out before manhandling me into a new position. He flips me onto my back before spreading my thighs wide and sliding back into me. I can see his face clearly from this angle, and I wish I could kiss him through the bars as he towers over me.
