He paused there, grinding down in a circle that made stars burst behind my eyelids. “How’s that feel? Knowing you can’t thrust, can’t grab me? You just have to lie there and fucking take it.”
“A-amazing,” I panted, voice breaking. “So—so tight… you’re squeezing me so good. Oh my god.”
Dorian’s hands braced on my chest, nails digging in as he lifted up, then dropped back down, setting a rhythm that was all him—slow at first, savoring the drag, then picking up speed. His ass slapped against my thighs with each bounce, the wet sounds filling the room alongside my desperate moans.
“Please! Please!”
I strained against the cuffs, wanting to arch up into him, to match his pace, but he pinned me with his weight, dictating everything.
“Not yet,” he growled when I got too close, slowing to a torturous roll of his hips. “You come when I allow you to. Hold it.”
The cock ring made it hell, amplifying the build-up, every clench of his walls pushing me to the edge without letting me fall. Sweat beaded on his skin, trickling down as I watched his cock bob with each rise and fall, leaking onto my stomach.
“Watch me.” He smirked, wrapping a hand around his shaft, pumping in time with the rolls of his hips. The sight—him jerking off while fucking himself on me—had me throbbing inside him, my balls drawing tight.
“Dorian,please… I’m—”
“Almost,” he gasped, his movements turning erratic, chasing his peak. He clenched down hard, riding me faster, the friction becoming unbearable. “Now, angel. Fill me up.”
The command shattered me. I cried out, hips jerking as much as the restraints allowed, cum pulsing deep into him in hot spurts. Dorian followed seconds later, his release spilling over his fist and onto my chest, body shuddering as he milked every drop from me.
He collapsed forward, still seated on my cock, his forehead resting against mine. Our breaths mingled, ragged and synced, as he finally reached up to unlock the cuffs on my wrists. My arms came around him immediately, pulling him close, even as my ankles stayed bound.
“Good boy,” he whispered, nipping at my ear. “You took that so well.”
I buried my face in his neck, inhaling the scent of him mixed with sex. “Thank you. Fuck, that was… intense.”
He chuckled, lifting his head to kiss me deeply, tongue claiming my mouth. “We’re not done yet. But you rest those arms. I decide when the rest comes off.”
Spent, tied down, and utterly his, I couldn’t wait to see what he’d command next.
VI
Oops, He Landed on My Knife
Wes and Ro enjoy a relaxing stay at a luxury resort. Unfortunately, it’s a little too relaxing for Ro, which leads him to sneaking out to break his husband’s “no killing on vacation” rule. When Wes finds out what Ro’s been up to, punishment is in store.
Content Warnings: Breath play (choking), rough sex, dubious consent, fisting, gaping, domestic discipline, murder of SCs, non-consensual drugging of MC by second MC, significant age gap, brat x brat tamer relationship dynamic
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Wesley
The first thing I took in was the quiet.
Not the complete absence of sound—there was wind, faint and steady, brushing against the glass—but the kind of quiet that settled into your bones and filled you with a feeling of calm. It was nothing like the constant rattling noises of the world we’d left behind.
I stood at the wide window, one hand braced against the frame, and took in the stretch of white beyond it. Snow blanketed everything—trees, rooftops, even the winding path that led down toward what I assumed was a frozen lake. The sky hung low and gray, heavy with the promise of more.
It was perfect.
Exactly what I’d wanted.
A week and a half of relaxation—no one to manage, no messes to clean up, just the quiet, beautiful snowy landscape and my equally beautiful husband.
“This place is really nice,” came a voice from behind me. “But I can’t help but point out that we left a snowy forest to come to another snowy forest.”
I glanced over my shoulder.
