“I don’t want you to let me up,” I cry. “I’ve changed my mind. Iwantto be tied down.”
“Oh. Good.” He places a kiss on my pussy. “Thatisa happy coincidence.”
“Fuck you, you bastard. If you don’t make me come right now…”
“Yes, Hellcat? Exactlywhatwill you do?” He sounds genuinely curious.
I thrash against the bed, moving my hips to the fullest of the range he’s allowed me. “Please, Declan.”
“Didn’t you… punch me in the thigh?”
I whimper, going limp. I did, and there’s no defense to that. “I’m sorry.” And I mean it.
“I know.” He pats my leg consolingly. “You can’t help being such a hellcat.”
He rises over me. I feel his naked body againstmine, and realize he’s shed his clothes at some point. His cock glides heavy between my legs, over my sex, making me sob with need. One arm brushes my side as he braces his weight, then the head of him is rubbing through my folds.
“Please…” It’s a pathetic, plaintive sound, but I’m past caring. I just need him inside me.
He doesn’t keep me waiting long, but pushes himself within. My body welcomes him, hips rolling to meet him, and I’m so wet he slides halfway in before my pussy clenches involuntarily, making us both gasp.
“Fuck, Hellcat,” he mutters. “You’re so tight.”
He pulls back, then pushes in again. His cock sinks deep, fitting me perfectly, and I almost come from that alone. Yet he holds still, stretching me, filling me, but not giving me what I need. I want to clutch at him, and I pull at the ropes. But his knots are solid… damn him. I can’t even wrap my legs around him.
There’s only one resort left. “Declan… please fuck me.”
“I’m going to,” he promises in a voice filled with lust, his cock twitching deep. “And you’re going to come.”
His hips draw back, and heslamsinto me. I cry out, and his mouth covers mine, muffling the sound. He thrusts again, just as hard as before, hips angled so his cock rubs against my g-spot. I know he’s doing that on purpose. His tongue slips between my lips, and I taste myself on him. White lights dance through the blindfold or just maybe in my head, I can’t tell. I’m lost in the fulfillment of it, racing toward my climax. Andwhen he thrusts again, I crash over the edge into ecstasy.
“Fucking… perfect… pussy,” he murmurs between thrusts, then kisses me again. I’m lost to him, legs spread as far as the ropes allow, moaning my pleasure into his mouth, one orgasm falling into the next, until I’m shuddering beneath him.
I don’t know how long it goes on for. Seconds? Minutes? I can’t tell. I’m only conscious of everywhere our bodies touch, the pounding of my heart, and when I remember, the need to gasp for breath.
“You’re mine,” Declan breathes, and he’s not asking. He’s telling me.
“Yes…” In that moment, there’s no doubt.
He moves in me like he has all the time in the world, and I move with him, as much as the ropes will allow. There’s nothing else; just him, and I lose count of what’s an orgasm as it merges into relentless pleasure.
I feel the moment of change. His breathing comes heavier, body tensing. His strokes come faster and shorter, his cock swelling inside me, and he thrusts deep, then grunts his release. Warmth sprays within me, the best feeling in the world, and it makes my orgasm peak again.
He shudders over me, hips grinding into mine, and lets loose a deep, satisfied breath. Then he lowers himself until his weight presses into me, solid and heavy, strangely reassuring.
It’s a long moment before our breath steadies and either of us can speak.
“Before you draw back inside your head,” hemurmurs, “know that I’ll do this as often as I need to, until you accept how amazing you are.”
Amazing? Me?
It’s the most terrifying thing anyone has ever said to me. It’s also a sliver of hope—I know how long those last.
I can’t find a reply.
“Raven,” he says, voice terse, demanding attention. He pulls the blindfold off, and I blink at the sudden light, even though it’s low. “That was a promise. Don’t you dare ignore me.”
“It’s… uh…” I swallow hard. “Thank you.”
