I’m pretty sure my brain is short-circuiting as he lets go of my wrists and leans back on his haunches and undoes his pants.
“I want your eyes on me,” I nod, swallowing nothing. “Do you trust me?” he asks, grabbing two sets of handcuffs from his belt, and my eyes widen.
Oh God. I think I might be dead.
“Answer me.”
I nod, frantically. “Yes, I do trust you.”
“Good girl,” he whispers, taking my wrist and clicking the cool metal into place, before taking my wrist and lifting it above my head, and securing it to a metal bar, before doing the same thing with my right wrist. When it clicks, my heart rate picks up, and I jerk slightly on the restraints, but of course, they don’t budge.
He strokes himself a few times as he gets his cock free. He doesn’t waste time removing all our clothes, just leans over me and lines himself up.
I will never recover from this.I never thought that I’d be into this kind of thing. But I am. I totally am.
“Now be a good girl,” he whispers, leaning over me and sucking on my earlobe. His warm breath sends every nerve ending in my body into overdrive. “And stay quiet for Daddy.”
Dead. I’m fucking dead.
He pushes into me, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. My moans and whimpers are muffled by the panties in my mouth.
His hand grips my jaw, and he forces my eyes to his.
“I said, look at me.”
With every hard thrust, I jerk on the restraints, but they don’t budge. Every single thrust hits a spot so deep inside me that I see stars.
“You look so good, baby, sofuckinggood,” he praises, his eyes locked on mine as he rocks into me.I whimper through the panties, my brain not working anymore.
“Baby, is this what you wanted?”Thrust. “Did you miss Daddy’s cock?”Thrust.
My eyes roll back, and I cry out for him, even though it’s muffled through lace.
“Watch me. Watch as I fuck this pretty pussy. While I take it and make it mine. You hear me, baby? This pussy is mine.” His face is almost touching mine, his eyes coal black, and I feel like I’m going to explode in a way that I never had before.
“No, not yet, baby,” He says, and I whimper.
Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.
Why was this so fucking hot?I should hate this, I should shove him away.
I can’t. I’m so turned on right now that when he leans down and whispers in my ear, I’m afraid I’ll completely fall apart.
“Fuck,” he moans into my ear. He pants in my ear, and I’m so close.“You take me so good, baby.”
I feel like I’m going to cry at the restraint of trying not to come until he says to.
He wipes away my tears with the pads of his thumbs, his face softening slightly. “You ok, baby?” he whispers, and I nod.
I’m so much more than ok.His thrusts pick up speed, his rhythm faltering as he grips my hips tightly.Almost like he’s afraid that if he lets go, I’ll disappear.
“Sloane, I can’t—baby, oh God,” he grunts, and his hips stutter against mine.
“I’m gonna fill you, baby,” he says, and that does me in. My toes curl as I experience the most intense orgasm of my life.
My whole body spasms as I clench around him. My head falls back as muffled cries slip through the fabric in my mouth.
Beckett loses control, and I can barely understand what he’s saying as he thrusts into me like he’s trying to split me in half.
